Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7455957-20160519220051/@comment-27856923-20160520055741

Noise, lots of noise, how odd Maple thinks, curious about the commotion below. She makes her way into the underbrush, carefully not making a sound. Approaching where they noises were coming from. Two men made eye contact as a dead ursa lay dead between them, neither of them said a word. A girl ran past carrying a Morningstar besides her, Maple used her semblance to stay hidden as she approached the two men. A loud thud is heard in the trees above, leaves falling to the underbrush below.

''A very peculiar place for a group of huntsmen to meet up, and on the trail leading to the tree as well, perhaps they are also after what lies beneath it. Be best to walk around and get ahead without their attention''

Moving backwards, Maple steps on an old, withered branch, creating a very loud snap, disturbing the temporary silence..,