Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-17114085-20150825110933

The soldier at the top of the stairs quickly and with little effort broke the burnt board with his sword. "Come on!" he called to the others as he squeazed through the hole that removing one of the door's three boards created.

The soldier that was carrying Lord Baragon was the first to move up after him, pushing the unconscious lord in first.

The other soldier at the foot of the stairs went up, while the last one attempted to help the spellsword.

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(@Zoor: They have no siege weapons, that is why King Rob ordered them to make at least ladders and rams. Otherwise they won't be able to even get into the fort.)

Knight-Commander Ormax was with Lord Wilhelm, coordinating the construction of the equipment that their king had ordered. It had only been a few hours since the head of the messenger and a finger from Eduard Tussaud were sent to the Rebels, so they had just been able to cut down some trees. It would take some time to build everything.

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Jovron laid there, thinking about his friends. "I wonder how everyone is." He muttered. "Gerrick, Lyon, Dagur, Gregory, Paur..."

Medora looked up from the pot in which she was mixing some herbs. "I am sure they made it out alright."

Jovron was not so sure. He knew that at least Lyon and a couple others had made it inside, they were either all dead of captured. There was no way they managed to escaped from Gar Aglakh.

Medora could see the saddened look on the young elf's face. She reached over and grabbed his hand. "Don't worry. Once you are well, we will go looking for them."