Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190814124227

Kal and Elisiv headed through the streets of Drakefell.

The city was quite open despite its large population. The houses all had a bit of space seperating each other, anywhere from 1-3 meters. in those spaces were either gardens, paths or fenced pens. It gave the city a much more homely vibe than the cramped stone houses of Vindhelm. Though the houses in the Plains District were quite modest. Most were all one story wooden homes, with a few exceptions.

Another wall seperated the Plains and the Winds District and only two gatehouses lead up there. Though these gatehouses were smaller than the city's main gates which had both a wooden reinforced gate and a portculis. These gatehouses only had a portculis that was currently pulled up.

As they were passing by the shops of the market, they encountered a drunk who was slumped over some crates outside a tavern. "I's be telling you, skeletons. I saw them."

Everyone nearby seemed to be ignoring him.

Elisiv sighed at the sight of him. "A little early in the day to be this wasted, isn't it Ragni?"

The bearded drunk looked up at the Companion with glazed over eyes. "The dead were walking! Black-boned skeletons they were, with eyes like shinning stars." He said.

"Watch your mouth Stormhawk." Jofrodr told him. Though he was probably the greediest of the bunch and certainly didn't want to get a smaller reward so he wasn't one to talk.

"That man speaks true. If the Harbinger was here he would say the same." The Jorrvaskr envoy said. "We don't need to be at each other's throats over this. We'll split the reward evenly."

"How do you suggest we do that, huh? Either way you slice it, no one will be satisfied." Captain Rolf argued. He certainly wouldn't if they split it evenly, his crew was one of the smallest after the ambush killed almost half of them. If everyone got an even share, the Nidhoggr would get the second smallest.

"We'll split it up by kill count, as the reward was for each Orc killed." Helgi suggested, confident that the Ylgermet had the highest kill count out of any crew. He took out his own battle report. "Let's compare numbers, Nidhoggr."

Rolf gritted his teeth. Since his crew had been diminished rather early in the campaign, their overall kill count was one of the lowest. "You'd like that, Ylgermet."

Helgi grinned and turned to the other Companion envoy. "Vedrfolnir?"

"Fuck you, old man." The Vedrfolnir envoy cursed. He kept his hand on his weapon's handle.

Jarl Skuld was quite entertained with the Companions arguing with each other, in fact that had been her plan so that they would be at each other's throats and not arguing with her. Though she didn't want them to actually start fighting one another, or else she would need to send her guards to break it up and that would just escalate things further.

Skorm was surrounded by the Snow Elf warriors. They had cornered him and blocked his path. He swung his axe at them, but they kept out of his reach and went after his horse. He pulled the reigns for his mount to get on its back legs and then had it try to hit the elves with its forehooves.

The elves blocked the attack, but were forced back. Nonetheless they stayed close enough to surround the human.

Agrunac rode in and slashed one of the warriors in the back.

The elf groaned and fell forward.

Skorm used that opening to break through, putting his horse into a gallop and almost trampling the fallen elf, who rolled to the side just in time.

"Stinralg, keep the elves away from the farmers. Our priority is their safety." Skorm said.

"What about the one on the ground there?" Agrunac gestured to the woman's husband.

Skorm cursed. The man was bleeding and possibly dead already, but he didn't want to take the chance that he was still alive. "Save him, use your magic to keep him alive."

Agrunac nodded. "Will do, sir. Can you keep the warriors at bay until then?"

"I will have to." Skorm said and prepared to fight the incoming elves.