Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180220143037/@comment-17114085-20180414221006

Orkey clung to Bouros, frost covering his arms as he kept up his spell. The cracks on his skin grew longer and more numerous. The ground around them was also beginning to freeze over.

Kyrnil and the others were soon met by the vanguard of the civilian mob.

"Harbinger." Vargrav called out. Him and a few handful of Companions were leading the civilians, whom at a closer inspection were mostly children and adolescents.

"Vargrav, what happened? Is Whiterun okay?" Kyrnil demanded.

"We spotted a Reachmen coming from the west, so Ortis ordered me to lead the more vulnerable civilians to safety so they didn't get caught up in the fighting." The Demiprince replied.

Ysabel looked around nervously.

Vargrav caught this. "Octavia is being taken care of by the priests further back. She's safe."

"Thank the gods." Ysabel muttered. "What about Ortis, how were things back in Whiterun?"

"When I left he was getting our defenses ready and he'd conscripted many of the able bodied citizens to fight, those that wished to protect their home at least." Vargrav replied. "The elderly and those unfit to fight or those just too afraid went into the Hall of the Dead, under Jorrvaskr and into the old keep's dungeon to hide. So they should be safe from the battle. Still we saw the battle commensing a few hours ago."

"Then we need to hurry." Kyrnil stated. "We've brought enough reinforcements to push those savages into the Reach and then some."

(As far as I've read they've just been stomping around the Plains District. I mean that's like 50% of the city, but still.)