Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190412232101/@comment-25828117-20190415235209

Upon arriving at Rorikstead the sun was setting somewhere beyond the clouds resulting in an increasingly darker atmosphere. The town seemed to be lit up by torches, gathered in the middle of the road. When they got closer it appeared to be the villagers standing outside with torches, armed with hoes and pitchforks.

"They've got to go!" They heard chanted. A woman standing in front of the mob desperately tried to make her own voice heard over theirs, she held her hands up as if to signal for everyone to calm down.