Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25019125-20140819025043/@comment-1691394-20140829155652

Aeron had a tiny problem at the moment. He had no idea where he was. Being the trooper that he was; he was fairly enthusiastic about being lost. After all, this made things exciting. What kind of self-respecting pilot didn't like the idea of being marooned in a vast, undiscovered land? Sure, he didn't crash his airship anywhere. And he wasn't really in an uncharted wasteland. I mean the forest had seemingly magical cameras that somehow captured his every movement, or so he had been informed (Aeron made a mental reminder to never do his business in Emerald Forest. Just to be safe.). But he did lose his bearings, he knew that there were monsters here and he was technically flying when he had his face smashed into a tree. So this situation was good enough for him.

And like any good wannabe hunter/adventurer he had a plan. One that involved finding a partner, a way out of the forest and the relic. It seemed simple enough, except he decided the best way to achieve this was to raid a Grimm nest. And so the lad when the lad found a pack of Beowolves... Well... "No! Bad doggie!" It could end well.

((Sorry again for the super late and super short reply guys! I just got back from the hospital, I was confined for quite awhile.))