Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160319173730/@comment-5543592-20160322212701

"Alright, gents." Crimson said, approaching his two men. "We're calling in the calavry.  Figurative calavry."

"Huh?" Forks asked.

"I'm sending you back to Girth with orders.  A hundred infantry, with kite shields and short swords, with some designated archers.  Got it?"

"Got it." Forks said, hoping to his feet, and then sprinting off into the jungle. The lad was a fine scout.

Crimson turned away, to see Bloodbath staring at him with his jaw down. He looked properly dull.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nuthing." The big man mumbled, before realizing what he was doing, then hastily looking away.

Crimson shook his head and then walked off.