Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180511212005/@comment-25828117-20180513205041

"They got more creative after that, don't worry." Graicus said with a faint smirk, the gallows humor of a soldier.

"But in that moment we learned that sometimes you simply just accept the fact you can't do anything to help. It is a gutwrenching experience. Our legate told us to stand our ground and wait until the scouts returned with intel on how to overcome their little booby traps, meanwhile the their night raids continued. So we endured our companions' screams for weeks, knowing that we could be the next one to hang there. The scouts eventually discovered a way around the traps and we managed to root them out like the vermin they were but hey simply retreated back into the mountains with minimal casualties, free to think of some new clever way to try and break us."

Graicus took another sip from his brandy.

"Joke's on them. I'm left unbroken. And The Reach had been tamed..."

"At least for a couple of years."