Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-17114085-20150708161605

(Rams don't make holes, they break. Which is what happened to the ships, their sterns were broken. So unless the heavy ships' rams were spiked, in which case they wouldn't be rams they would be like a giant morning star attached to the front of the ship, so very odd, they would not have left a hole.)

"Then I have no idea what you are suggesting." Rob said, a tad annoyed.

"Sir?" Ormax asked, confused.

Rob waved his hand. "It's nothing, Farraud was making suggestions about our next course of action. You needn't trouble yourself."

"Aye." Ormax said and returned to his duties.

Rob walked around the camp a bit longer, checking up on the injured soldiers. He went to the makeshift healer's tent that had been set up nearby. He entered and saw the few healers they had taking care of over a dozen injured soldiers. Some were unconscious while others were yelling from pain. This is what father would have done. He thought, heading over to help the soldiers. ''They fought and got injured for me, this is the least I can do. ''The first one he helped was a man that had three fingers in the battle. He held him down while the healer did her work, healing the muscles, veins and bones that had been cut when a sword took half the man's hand. It was hard work to heal such wounds, it was nothing like just closing a cut or stopping some bleeding.

He remained there, helping two more men and a woman. The woman was a young Breton, an archer from Fort Iceblade. She was unconscious on some bedding, her skin pale as snow. "What happened to her?" Rob asked.

"She had been stabbed through the lower torso by an enemy soldier when the ambush started. Despite that they claimed she continued fighting and killed at least a hand full of ambushers alongside her fellow soldiers. She lost a lot of blood, and collapsed from it." The healer replied.