Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170611015924/@comment-5583506-20170612015716

Torbjorn growled angrily at the horse's reaction, quickly pushing the Centurion off his mount before proceeding to raise his axe over the animal's head, bringing it down with all his strength. "Stinking creature", he snorted.

Marius whistled and signaled for all the commoners and untrained people within the group, not carrying any weapons, to leave the scene. "To the Jeralls!" he instructed them. "Rendez-vous with the Crimson Brigands of the North, we will follow you there."

The Crimson Brigands was after all not just entirely composed of bandits and pickpockets, but also all other types of outcasts of society. Disgruntled commoners, hapless peasants and lowly beggars. The weak whom had never been able to make an impact upon the world. Yet under the leadership of Catryn Crimson-Cloak, perhaps they would be able to do so. To bring about some sort of change.

Shanks licked his lips as he saw the Legionnaires encircling them. "Let's turn up the heat, mincemeat!" he exclaimed, ripping another bottle from his belt. The liquid within it was emerald green and he threw it directly at the approaching wall of shields, cracking the bottle to pieces.

The liquid stuck onto the shields and as it slowly began to oxidize it would soon be made clear that the green fog rising from their moving wall was some kind of poisonous gas.