Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140424024546

Tanner Arthen passed under the gates of the ancient castle, riding on a rented horse, admiring the beautiful Medieval architecture and decoration. He was in his knight state, and was arriving here for his weekly prayers to the Kings of Olde. The Knight gave deep breaths, as it was fairly late in the evening, and the cold was seeping in. However, he had discarded his fringe jacket, and now wore a duster, keeping him warmer. The Cowboy inside gave a whistle.

Man, we come here so often, yet I'm still amazed.

''Indeed. Ye olden Kings construct many a fine castle.''

Stepping off his horse, Tanner tied it up, feeding it an apple from his pocket. Turning back, he walked into the castle's chapel, not before looking back on the city of Vale, and its sparkling glory. Smiling, he entered. 