Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160102174454/@comment-17114085-20160218101914

(@Septimus: Yeah, Medora is a cougar...but for elves it's fine. They live for hundreds of years anyway and they don't really show it too much. I mean, Old Gerrick was in his 400s I believe. So he was a lot older than everyone else.)

One of the more pessimistic girls said. "There is no going back. They'll just capture us again and punish us for escaping. This was not the first time someone tried to."

Another asked. "How are you going to save us? There are dozens of guards and only one of you."

"And you're younger than us." Another added.

They were all scared and most didn't seem to want to risk it.

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"That is not how it works. You need time to recover, I am not a miracle worker." Medora argued. She looked up at the battlements and saw that the Orcs had one that skirmish. "We have to regroup with the others."

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Jovron, Paur and the others with him made it through the common building. They almost immediately ran into the Castallen. "Fainertil, the Fortress is being overrun!" Jovron warned.

The old Altmer looked terrified. "What about Sir Alodie and the knights?!"

"They were defeated. We didn't see what happened to Alodie." Paur replied.

Fainertil put a hand on his face. "Gods...what do we do now?"

"We must find Dagur, he will know what..." One of the crows that was with Jov was suggesting.

"No, there is no time. Our forces are scattered through the fortress. Searching for him or one of the veteran knights will take too long. They are probably still fighting anyway." Jovron interjected. "We must stand here against them, it is the only way."

"But Jov, we just don't have the men. Most of the knights were with Alodie, even Gregory was with him. We are mostly just squires." Paur tried to argue.

"That is no excuse. Fainertil, round up the servants." Jovron told him.

"What for?" The Castallen asked.

"We are going to the armory. With the servants fighting with us, we will have the numbers necessary to win." Jovron said confidently.

"Are you mad?! The servants can't fight!" Fainertil tried to argue. "They won't want to!"

"We have no other choice." Jovron said. "I will speak to them, just round them up."

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At night, the watchtowers had a few torches to provide some light. Other than them and some other candles from the various huts and longhouses inside, it was fairly dark.

Though because it was the middle of the night, the stronghold's gates were thoroughly closed. There were only about a dozen guards on lookout duty, most of which were on the watchtowers. With 4 of them patrol inside the stronghold.