Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30518979-20190107163709/@comment-34822941-20190110033334

The skeleton sat up, rubbing his head. He's not sure how he got here, but before he woke up he remembered walking through a forest that looked like this one, with the smell of a campfire in the distance, before waking up when he heard a loud scream in the distance. He looked at his hand, where he saw a box of matches. He scratched his head, confused.

The Moragog, sat up, rubbing his head, and looking at his hand where he held his double-bladed dagger. He sighed with relief.