Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190219030909/@comment-5543592-20190220002858

Cade held the final Forsworn in the air by his neck. With his other hand he restrained the Forsworn's axe arm. Cade looked on dispassionately as he pushed up on the Forsworn's head and squeezed the neck with his thumb. There was a snap and the Reachman went slack.

Cade dropped the body and turned to Graicus. The knight was bent over slightly and he looked haggard, pale.

"Meyline." He rasped. "You must go rescue Meyline."

One of the Forsworn cried out as her dagger sunk into his shoulder and he fell over. The remaining six fanned out around her, languid and relaxed.

"Should have stayed in your city of stone, outlander." One of them spat. "The Reach is ours."