Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160225002526/@comment-17114085-20160506113828

(Well we will have plenty to do. I'll try to pick up the pace, it was just that this week has been very stressful at work.)

Thorkan was in a couple miles, many of the soldiers were looking forward to one final night in friendly territory before crossing into Shornhelm.

Rob was riding near the front of the army. Him and his mother hadn't spoken to one another since he wrote his will naming Jovron as his heir. Despite the necessity of the will, he felt bad about what it did to his mother. ''She hates Jovron with all her heart. I get it, he is a constant reminder that father broke his vows to her. But I had no other choice. With Relien gone and Arie's fate unknown, my only sibling left is Jovron....I wonder how he is doing in the crows. I heard some interesting rumors, that he took over as Knight-Commander after the death of Sir Gerrick. I hope he is happy there.''

The young king was lost in thought as he rode. What broke him out of that state, however, was not something pleasant. As the army marched on through the forested area north of Thorkan, a warhorn was blow and chaos ensued.