Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160330235226/@comment-5543592-20160401235206

Crimson watched intently from his tree branch as the infantry clashed with the estate guards, and archers rained death on each side. The first attack couldn't be extended, as that force was quite small and if the entire Oakvale army was dedicated there, they might overwhelm his force. He chewed absently on the stem of his pipe, but otherwise displayed no nervousness. He couldn't be nervous over this, really. He'd commanded much larger forces in much hairer situations.

"How's that tree coming?" Crimson called down.

"Three minutes!" Someone responded.