Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-5583506-20170807025716

"Sea sick?!" Ylva scoffed. "Sweetie, I ain't nothing but seaaarghl..." her voice trailed off as she all of a sudden had to lean over and empty the contents of her stomach onto the stony shore.

"Hey, I've got babes to feed at home, you know?" the ferryman grunted. "Be considerate of the fact that I am the only sailor at Solitude with half the set of balls to actually go out here in the middle of a crisis."

"You will get paid once this situation has been dealt with", Preacher promised, motioning for the group to follow. "We need to find some sort of personnel, if there are any left standing. We need to know just what the hell is going on here."

From the stony shore there was a steep path zig-zagging between huge black cliffs, leading all the way up to the gigantic castle gates. A small encampment had been set up just outside the portcullis, composed of a crew of about thirty people, more or less.

The captain of this crew of guards signaled for her men to raise arms once the heroes began to approach.

"That's close enough", she instructed, glaring at Gait, reckoning that he was the appointed leader. "Are you lot escaped inmates here to kill us in our beds? Or are you the cavalry sent to come and sort this fucking mess out?"