Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-27920227-20160928145858/@comment-27920227-20161008042255

(Below in the trench lied bodies of many kinds of people all of them either bare or clothed poorly)

Pose (Pucker his lips) : We gotta Thylu. (Edging over to "Impression")

Character (Eyes widen) : Pose!

Pose (Jumped in startleness) : Yo-You know because Thylu likes poems too l-like him (Pointing at "Impression" then covered his face) Don't punch me Character.

Character (Full filled the clechie) : No, no that's not what I meant. Thylu seems to be drawn to distinctive worlds like this one. A world having a philisophical meaning, with purpose.

Rukale (Squinted his eyes looking down at the peasents then turned all the way around feeling competitive) : Let's go find him, now. (Continued on the trail to the kingdom)

Character (Winced in "Impressions" way) : Empty reason. Imagination. Hmm...If they are savage, we need to fight. (Rolling up his sleeves being prepared)