Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-24736819-20151208132037

(They turned against their lieges. Mandaloon doesn't forgive. Mandaloon doesn't forget. XD)

"Hmm, you should. Your life depends on it.", Lisbeth retorted, approaching the lord, "It sounds to me that your men lost the battle outside. How important would you consider yourself to be?"

Quickly, the battle ended with the Northerners being the winning side. Despite the order to not take any prisioners, the soldiers of Dunkarn Haven left two men living.

Lord Mandaloon Bathou strolled into his destroyed keep, angry looking...but not very menacingly since his fatness gave him quite a comical look.

"Wym, take some men and raid the inside of the Keep. I'm sure there are some rats inside.", he ordered his son, who promptly nodded and selected a few good men to enter the keep.

"So...You southerners thought that you could take my lands from me, huh? Such a pity.", the fat Lord walked towards the two knelt prisioners.