Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200103013728/@comment-5583506-20200105020302

First now did some of the bandits seem to take notice of them. However it was strange. These were not the typical highwaymen in scrappy leather and second hand weaponry. They were well-equipped with an arsenal of expensive weaponry and armor, almost as if they belonged to some sort of knightly order. Yet knights they were not. They wore no insignia and carried no banner. The only thing they all shared in common were the black cloaks and the fact that they all wore full helmets, obscuring their faces.

Mercenaries, more likely, but it still did not explain from where they got their fancy equipment. That question however was irrelevant as of the moment. The bandits that had taken notice of the approaching group began to form ranks behind an imposing figure in a full plate armor black as the night itself, riding a horse.

He slowly rode up a couple yards as the bloodshed continued on in the background.

"Turn back and around if you value your lives", a voice boomed from within the helmet.