Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141115154304/@comment-24449631-20141115195914

The faint sound of hoof beats in the distance joined with the soft clattering of chainmail filled the distant barren mountains of the Reach.

It was Captain Felund on his horse, joined by a a bulk of the Purple Guard on foot.

They had taken the initiative to help the regulators by themselves after weeks of no reply.

It seemed they were most needed at this time.

The purple guard was a well armed regiment of Nord warriors donned in chainmail armour, with signature purple capes against the winter cold, and wearing nord steel helmets without horns. They looked pretty imposing, even though it certainly wasn't all of them. Most of them were equipped with hand axes and round shields that had the crossed daggers of Riften on them.