Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180501184035/@comment-25684606-20180722111047

Iréne can count a number of single-storied, stone tile-roofed huts, cuddled together like a herd of cattle in the cold. Made from roughly cut wood and stone, a few windows were already lit and thin trails of smoke crawled up into the pale, early morning sky.

Their arrival had been noticed and a small gathering of villagers, roughly ten in total, advanced towards them across the field. Clad in simple waxed coats and broad-rimmed hats, they marched through the ankle-deep mud and knelt hastily as soon as they saw the Sisters.

"Daughters of the Emperor, welcome, welcome", said who was presumably the leader, his sunburnt face partially covered by an unkempt, dirty gray beard and his deep-set eyes crowned by thick brows. "What moves you to bless our lowly village with your presence?"

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"Good thought, priest. Though it looks..." She took a glance over the huts crafted from stone, wood and rough stony tiles. Many of the roofs were sunken in or had holes, windows lacked glass or kept only shards sticking to the frame. The field they stood on was muddy, riddled with weeds and not too far away, they could see the rusty hulk of a tractor half sunken into the ground. "...it looks like this place is thoroughly abandoned. Confirmed." She finally added as Turis checked the comms.