[Cyril Darkcloud]

For Kira

The Gloomwood

Their footsteps are heavy and confident and there is a deep, almost snarling character to their voices. The sound of their passing heralds them by some distance, a band of nearly a dozen large humanoids. Even their laughter has a harsh and cruel tone about it and a scent vaguely like that of blood seems to move with them. The rattling of loot and weapons keeps time with their footsteps and the harsh delight ringing in their goblinoid voices. As they pass through a break in the trees an exposed broadsword catches a bit of sunlight and shines merrily. The sword is as harsh and cruel as the laughter, long and broad, its edges serrated like a woodcutter’s saw. The hobgoblins continue forward making no effort to remain unnoticed. The adrenalin of battle and the delight of victory are carried about them like the sacks of spoil slung over their shoulders.

ooc: Welcome to the Gloomwood.