Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-25038310-20160418203415

Continuing along the down trodden and abandoned road, which carved a path through the hills. They started to increase in altitude, the smooth hills now turning to large ones as boulders stood at their feet, and the road was marked by a few wooden posts every few metres.

The landscape had changed in a single moment, and they found the path to crawl around the edge of the hill as they slowly started to ascend. A quiet breeze briefly blew in their ears, but a rayher abnormal sound made their way to them.

They could, from a distance, make out a large group of individuals, all dressed in the same piece of cloth, equipment and apparel all with the same dark green and brown tint to it. Those with keen eyes could make out straightswords and longswords, circular or kite shields and some of these figures even wielded spears. They were assaulting a lone lowly knight, who was kicking them down the hill whenever they tried to approach.

The knight donned a rather strange suit of armor, which did not seem to appear as any sort of metal known to the Undead. From afar it looked as if someone had fashioned this equipment from a large piece of rock-- however, the knight was nimble, swift and extremely accurate and smart with his attacs, luring in some of these strange soldiers as he parried or bashed against them, making them tumble down the hill. He did nit have any advantage other than the high ground, and he was wickedly outnumbered.

The dozen soldiers, clearly not smart (perhaps not even sentient) continued attacking in a frenzy. Some did not attack at all and waited for an opening.

The knight would soon be overwhelmed either way, as another detachment of troops appeared to come aid these soldiers, coming from the east as they charged over and around the hills, clearly slowed down.