Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170630230722

 As Team Three settled in and was ready to enter the Turian of Death the proctor of the exams would’ve led the entire team to their gate. The time for games was soon coming to a close when the sunset the clouds gathered together, bringing an earlier night, and the snow began to fall straight and steadily from a sky without wind. in a soft universal diffusion more confusing than the gusts and eddies of the morning. It seemed to be a part of the thickening darkness, to be the winter night itself descending on us layer by layer. Even this bit of light was enough to release a flash of diamonds across the wide landscape, so oddly disfigured by its snowy adventure.



 “On my mark you three will enter the Turian of Death, Remember that teamwork is your best option to survive out here in these lands. In any point of time someone could endanger your life just make sure you three have each other back to make sure that doesn’t happen. You hear?”



 Their Proctor would’ve then pushed the gates open as a heavy gust of wind would take it’s toll towards the group. When they stepped forward their boots would crunched through the powdered snow. Detonating like Christmas crackers; the area around them was imprisoned in a glair-white silence. Nothing sounded, nothing stirred, nothing sang. Winters slavering fangs had come and gone. Its lacerating winds had stripped the last leaves from the trees, leaving them naked and brooding in a harsh world. They were wrapped in their surgical coats now, groaning under the weight of the snow. The world was entombed in a dome of silence. Winter’s deadly clutch had strangled and stifled all life from the land. It was now their time to show the ninja world what they’ve learned.  