Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160531165159/@comment-24696651-20160618215920

9th of Midyear

Cynric ran back the way he came, running much faster than the rest of the troops. Once he was out of sight, he ran into an alleyway, changed back into his Black Hood armour, stuffing the guard armour in his knapsack. Once that was done, he ran back to meet up with his 10 Black Hoods.

"They went away," a Black Hood explained. "A messenger arrived and told them something important."

"Let's hope they don't come back anytime soon then," Cynric said. "Alright, in we go."

Cynric and his Black Hoods ran into the keep, looking for a storeroom containing the town's supplies. He expected a skeleton defense at best, what with the current assualt - easy pickings for 11 highly trained and well equipped Black Hoods.