@Wincent @Vulpas @BadDo9 @Wata @BlackNecron @Valonox @CupcaknHell @SpaceHulk With the group deciding to head to the city all they needed to do was follow the road and avoid the beams of sunlight. It would be a lengthy walk but they all seemed to lack casual fatigue and were able to walk with little difficulty towards the gargantiune gates that were Portalis. As they approached they quickly discovered the city was not actually populated strangely enough. The small ruined towns leading up to the gates were deserted, the ramshackled buildings blackened by mold and fungus growing in the dark damp areas shielded by the shadows. By the looks of things no one had been living in the parimenter of the city for a very long time. The reasons for it being like this could be determined to mostly just be the march of time, at some point this city and its outskirts flourished but for whatever reason the people left. Now it stands abandoned, a testament to a long passed age. However the small outlying villages would eventually colless into a single large continuous mass of haphazardly constructed buildings and hovels. A poor man’s city constructed along the side of the proper gate city. And it was here where they would hear something coming from the ruins. Ancient wood cracking under pressure as something moved along the rooves, perhaps having been alerted to their presence the moment they entered the hovel city. It stayed in the abondant shadows so the group couldn’t get a straight look at it and as quickly as they had noticed it, it was gone. The possibility of a creature hunting them aside it was now up to the group to somehow navigate their way through the labyrinth of shacks and similar poorly constructed buildings in order to reach the gate city itself.