Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160809000514

"Grrraagh! NOOO!", Tormund's voice boomingly echoed through the camp, quickly followed by sound of cloth tearing and a loud thud. The passersby were easily able to spot a huge tree-stump that the King of Farrun was using as table for his warcouncils laying in front of the King's tent while a small man attempted to sew together the tear.

Moments later, an enraged and sad-looking Lisbeth stormed away from the same tent, heading straight into the forest nearby, almost sobbing.

Suddenly, the reason of the King's outburst was the main subject amongst the farruners all around the camp, yet no one truly knew what happened.

"I'm telling you, man! It's a sure thing, the place is empty since that day...", Ramalion urged his friend to move faster.

"Empty and barren. There is nothing there for us but death, brother.", Akhad shook his head.

Being a scavanger was not a pretty thing and most definitely it wasn't enough for a good life, unfortunately that was all that the two young men had. Ramalion was an orphan when Akhad found him amongst the destruction of a southern village in Farrun's lands, since that fateful day the redguard had been teaching the younger breton the ways of the scavangers.

"It's too recent, Rami. The beasts should still be feeding on the fresh corpses, it is not safe... I thought that I taught you better.", the redguard sighed.

"That’s precisely it! Everyone ran without looking back and the dead are mostly outside the village...rumours are that there aren't that many corpses either.", Ramalion replied, excitedly.

"There aren't many corpses? That is odd, I heard it was a bloodbath. I have a bad feeling about this, Rami...", Akhad stroked his recently cultivated goatee.

"C'mon, old man! We are almost there!", apparentely Akhad's protest served for nothing.

Moments after, the duo finally arrived at Dunkarn Haven.

"See? We didn't even saw one single body! We are in luck, Akhad... Fate has finally smiled upon us!", Ramalion rushed into the breached walls of the village, looking anywhere for something useful.

Akhad smiled and quickly followed his protegee into the city, unprepared for what followed.

A seemingly dead village.