Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200205021240/@comment-25828117-20200209110307

People did not speak to one another, they were instead very focused on whatever needed doing. This created a weird disconnect with the number of people outside and the sound of relative silence that lay on the city.

Krem looked not particularly fazed. He had seen this plenty of times now. Beyond a small pang of guilt there was nothing there for him. He spurred Wrinkles on. They had to go through the city from the north, all the way down to the south gate. which led to the marshland beyond. Out there were the killing fields. The front line that had seen both sides stalled for months, allowing them nothing but to stare each other down. The mud of the terrain made it so that any side who attacked would be at a considerable disadvantage. Both had discovered this at quite a heavy cost.

The Laumer seemed content with their defensive position regardless. It was practically a fortress that stretched on for literal miles. They seemed to have conceded the fact that they would be here a while longer indeed.

The alliance of Imperials and Dunmer meanwhile hoped to try and regain momentum in the summer, when the dry season began. For the time being they would just have to be content with skirmishes at and around the front in abandoned towns at the borders. Down to Argonia even.

Krem told them about the current status quo while they rode through the ruined High Street of Narsis. Rubble that spilled out onto the pavement as if they were the guts of a house laid bare, forcing them to go around in slalom.

They could see people living on homes without walls, trying to make the best of it. Trying to ignore the fact their household was without privacy.

Lysilde's heart went out to the people of Narsis. This proved to her once again that their quest was a just one. If it could end scenes like this all around the world, even if it was just for a little while. That would be enough in a way.

Helian wondered if Skingrad looked like this. They had gone around it months ago, so he had never before actually seen what the carnage of war does to a major city. He shivered thinking about it happening in Bruma. A town of mostly wooden structures. Would there even be anything left after that beyond the city walls, chapel and castle? Would people be trapped by the flames, unable to escape? He quickly tried to dispel the thoughts from his mind. It was better to focus on the here and now.