The Four of Chaos (PRP, Invite only)

(OOC topics for this RP will be discussed through PMs)

Tobias dragged his feet along the dry and cracked ground of the barren wasteland that actually used to be a massive lake, kicking up dust that reeked from the gases that spewed from small geysers. He liked it, no matter how crazy it sounded, the smell of sulphur and scents of a rotten stench from some unknown gas made him feel wonderful. But he could not stop, he knew he was close to one of them. For the longest time, he sensed the presences of unknown entities that were familiar to him, as if he knew them from a long time ago. He coughed heavily with a raspy dryness and took a swig of water from his cantine.

Climbing out of the deep crevice that was the lake and what supposedly was the bank, he saw in the distance the ruins of a small city. The sand had swallowed the buildings over time, making them crumble into giant, grotesque looking figures. The feeling Tobias got made him shiver despite the heat as the presence became stronger. "Over there..." he said to himself, and began trudging through the sand towards the ruins.