Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-25418438-20160913234440

Harold Burned-Mane wrote:

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"Hey, I'm talking to you." The Solance guardsman called to them. "The village is in curfew, get back to your homes or pay the price." He didn't seem to appreciate Eyjne having ignored him.

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"That was close." Sir Jadier muttered. He was near the area where the Farrun's round had hit. Two of his men had been hit by stray debris, but the unit was still standing.

Near his area a section of road was aflame, as were two houses, but everything else was fine. They army was hiding futher in the district, deeper into the city. They were not right behind the wall.

"Either it was a lucky shot or they might have a clue where we are hiding. No matter, the end result will be the same." He thought outloud. His unit was the closest to the wall, with the general and the others being positioned deeper into the city. ''He put me here where I was more likely to get hit, probably so he can be named the new Knight-Captain in my place following my demise. Well, I'll get the last laugh. I'm not going to die here today. I will plan on getting much richer before I die.''

__________________________ Wolfida nodded "We'll return to our home, and try to not cause anymore problems."

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Tiberius looked over to the debris, "Those rebel trebuchets are landing projectiles uncomfortably close."

"Not much we can do about it unless you want to abandon the city." Damo replied.

"Unfortunately you're right, we just have to hope the rebels spring our trap before they get more accurate."