Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160218111603

7th of Sun's Height

At the end of the day, when most soldiers were setting up camp, Cynric joined Salma and Skuldar in the main tent.

"This isn't working," Cynric said. "At this rate, we'll have run out of stones before we knock down the walls."

"We're only 100 miles from Riften," Skuldar replied, annoyed. "We can resupply easily."

"In one day of firing, we've not been able to anything more than superficial damage to their walls," Cynric retorted. Skuldar glared at Cynric, but didn't say anything. He was probably trying to work out what "superficial" meant.

"How else are we going to get in?" Salma asked, skeptically but not angrily.

"Leave it to me," Cynric said, cryptically. Skuldar continued to glare at Cynric, before speaking.

"Then go ahead."

8th of Sun's Height

Cynric stood near the walls of Fort Greenwall, at midnight. It was a cloudy and moonless night, so there was very little light. His black cloak kept him well hidden, and he had rubbed the polish off his ebony armour, leaving it dull and black. He looked at the torches on the walls, trying to ascertain the guard patterns.