Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27856923-20160516134148/@comment-27856923-20160519211728

Maple Rhoeas made her way to the top of a hill on the borders of Vale, and sat next to an old oak tree. The sun was rising from the mountains afar in the east, and it was now morning. Her journey would be treacherous and tiring, and she tried her best to work up some courage, as she would make the dangerous journey alone.

Or would she?