Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20150225040031/@comment-26005135-20150311002315

The rains are good. Crops grow well. Nokbluk smiles, his farm thrives. Many crops will soon be ready for the harvest. But something is not right. There are no birds, or beasts, or animals of any kind for miles. He can only suppose that orcs drove them off, and battle scared them. He does not care, they do not eat his wheat anymore.