Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-17114085-20150802013151

(Retreat? They are winning. There are few Orcs there, most of whom are either elders or teenagers.)

Knight-Commander Gerrick was comming to the same conclusion as Sir Lyon. Something isn't right he thought as his soldiers were scaling the ladders and were jumping into the Stronghold. He looked to the west, to the east, to the north, all around the hills. "Where are the Orc soldiers?" He wondered. "Sir Alodie!" He ordered. "Gather the men and reinforce our flanks!"

The gruff Knight didn't understand why the Knight-Commander gave that order, but relayed it nonetheless.

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Most of Jovron's platoon had made it to the palisade and was now scaling their ladders. They had lost a dozen of their members so far, their blood spilled in the hills to the south.

Medora was amoung those hills, attempting to heal the injured and dying.

As Jovron finally grabbed onto his ladder to climb it, he heard a war horn being blown. "What the Void is that?" He wondered.