Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-24736819-20151214003855

(Damn, you are good, Harry...hehehe, yes it is Eirearch and his men. They are 9 in total...but those ones have something special. But don't worry, it won't take long.)

It didn't took long until the populace spotted the 9 heavily armored, 7 feet tall warriors charging against the village. 8 of them looked the same: heavy armors, fully closed skull-looking helmets, but their leader seemed to be the most dangerous of them all, despite his helmet not having a skull shape.

The peasants screamed in terror and quickly they fell onto the menacingly warriors' weapons. They each carried a different death sentence, swords, maces, axes and the leader, Eirearch, wielded a two-handed broadsword which seemed to be too large and heavy to be practical yet he swinged it away with ease.

"What are you waiting, you bastards?! March towards our enemies! Kill them, I'll be damned before they retrieve our village again and this time with me here!", Mandaloon's chins trembled in rage.

That was the exact time which Wym and his men brought Lord Roderic to the courtyard.

"Father.", Wym called.

"Ah, here at last! The cockroach who awaited us to march away so he could sneak in and take my village. Lord Roderic Ashfield, tell me how you folk treated my beloved wife?", Lord Bathou asked, clearly angry.

His men marched to encounter the attackers outside the keep.