Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150409160545/@comment-25418438-20150426224500

Cyrus sighed and drew his Bastard sword, whilst Carrik did the same with his bow. He moved silently through the rocks of the mountain and discovered he was right. "An encampment" The elf whispered down to the his comrades. Carrik notched an arrow in his bow and aimed at the Orc sitting closest to the fire, waiting for the order to attack.