Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-24736819-20150615220625

(Alright, let me rephrase it again then: you know Randall from Monster Inc. movies? That’s the kind of camouflage I'm talking about, of course it would be less cartoonish.)

At the war room, Tormund spotted all of his subjects: the weird and pale Duke of Raven Spring, Draluc. The old and wise Lord Farr, he who was the ruler of the Black Wastes and experienced in living among such adversities rather than being a sea-lover like his liege.

"Where is Lord Bathou, Vladir? I was told he was already here.", Tormund asked the Duke of Raven Spring.

"Coming.", was the only word that Duke Draluc said, even if that was the exact time which Lord Bathou entered the tent, Tormund knew that he wasn't going to get many words out of Vladir in such a public space.

"Good. We're all here then.", Tormund indicated for them to sit, "No need to apologize, Bathou. Now, we are sailing towards Shornhelm. Towards war. So let us hear it...your thoughts, gentlemen."

They all looked at each other, some with some hint of fright while others smirked. The first one to speak was Tormund's Captain of the Seaborn.

"My King, we will always support you...but don't you think you are joining an lost cause? I mean, the Capital has the support of most of the Kingdoms and...", Sir Clarence started, yet was interrupted by someone else...