Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-24685738-20170804212959

"You stole it from some woman?" Aenis questioned. Even in the name of discovery, that was a bit morally ambiguous.

The Praetor took charge, leading the huge train of thousands of people through the pass. When they arrived upon the burning wreckage of the village, they found a rather horrifying sight.

The scouts' horses had been slaughtered, dozens of arrows made of what appeared to be obsidian driven into their sides. One still lived, laying on its side and breathing laboriously.

The scouts themselves were hung a few feet off of the ground, driven into poles by obsidian spears. Their hearts appeared to have been torn from their chest, and now they lay on the ground before them, one appearing to have already begun being pecked at by crows or ravens.

"A fear tactic." The Praetor said, making it sound like he had seen such things before. "Get them down, we continue."