Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150613171809/@comment-5543592-20150615200320

As they rode into the city, the trio passed right through the center of the chaos. Ogedei watched the Bretons being subdued by the Orcs with a look of horror, and swallowed a lump in his throat. Some were killed, others had been knocked unconscious and dragged away. They were of all ages between sixteen and fourteen, but most were young men and women in their twenties.

The Orcs were merciless. If one struggled too much when they slapped him in binds, sometimes they just out right broke the rebel's neck. Others had traumatic injuries and were given no assistance.

Ogedei's just stared for a moment, before his conscious got the better of him.

"Let's go see if we can do anything to help them..." He murmured weakly. "And hope we don't draw any attention to ourselves."