Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20160706210840/@comment-9075949-20160816184651

Valentius' men were already building an outpost up on a hill. He was personally overseeing the builders

"Keep that steady, lads!" he shouted to some men, who were seemingly having trouble getting a couple of logs up on the tower. Artano approached him.

"Sir, my scouts are reporting a large city up north. It seems to be inhabited by Sinistral Mer."

"Lefthanded Elves? I thought they were extinct. Seems I was proven wrong. Any news from the continent?"

"None, sir. No messages from the General nor the Empress. I'm afraid if we on't get any orders soon, the Nelthars might want to get rid of us."

"You might be right, Artano. Let's hope that's not the case, although we have to consider all options. That's why the Empire stood tall throughout the Second Great War, we always considered all options. Get this outpost built quick, night's approaching. The rest of the men will sleep on the galleon."

"Yes sir." Artano nodded, before shouting some orders of haste to the men.