Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20150327200913/@comment-24736819-20150425181712

It was one ugly and big black cloud. It brought no rain, no thunder, no lightning and no warning of would fall upon the city of Shornhelm.

The Captain of the Shornhelm Knights was ordering his subordinates around to shelter the common folk, he was unware of the real danger that loomed over them.

...

"How many, 500?", he asked.

"Yes, old one. More with the ones from the city.", the tentacled-woman replied.

"A good number, I suppose.", he smirked.