Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140729014702/@comment-7489529-20140904223831

The group soon reached the gates of the manor. Large, wrought-iron gates towered over Albastru's head, bringing back harsh memories. Sighing, he closed his eyes. Over the years he had been trapped in the manor, he had memorized most of it's layout by feel alone. Reaching out, he felt the rusty metal of the handle. As soon as he pulled it open, an unearthly blast of icy wind blew forth from the manor. It was as if the mansion itself had a soul, and it was telling team TCTA to stay away.

(So sorry about the late post)