Thunk!
You trip and graze your nose on he stones below. Picking up the pice of wood you tripped over, you read the faded words painted on to what used to be a sign:
The Inn was here? Was. It is now a pile of ashes and rubble, burned and looted by an unknown source. Who knows if the owners escaped- they might have. For now, you can roam through the ruins, meander through what was once great.
the ruins
The Left Corridor- stuff for non-members
The Right Corridor- Stuff for members (but feel free to look around!)
Message Board
Fanfic Board
Battle Terror Island
Go to Riverweed to become a warrior!
