Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160210133835

(Skuldar doesn’t do caution :P)

18th of Second Seed

“Sir!” a junior thief shouted at the sleeping figure of Ugrak gro-Bhash. “The warehouses are about to be attacked!”

Ugrak gro-Bhash opened his eyes, and stared at the thief. He was evidently angry.

“By who?” he asked.

“Bandits,” the thief replied. “The city watch saw them ten minutes ago. They’re about a mile away. ”

“How many?”

“About a hundred.”

Gro-Bhash paused for a moment.

“Which warehouses?”

“The ones on the docks.”

Gro-Bhash swore. It was far too early for this nonsense. He clambered out of bed, still clad in his armour.

“Go and ring the alarm,” he told the thief. “Tell the Black Hoods our goods are in danger of being stolen.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ten minutes later, the fifty Black Hoods, clad in their armour, were hiding around the docks. While it would be ill advised to start an open battle with them, they could hide in the shadows and shoot the attackers, before slipping away.



<p class="MsoNormal">30th of Second Seed

<p class="MsoNormal">Riften’s armies were at Fort Treva. The walls were virtually non-existent – they had been knocked down a few month’s earlier by the former Jarl, and a month ago the wooden support structures holding it up were reduced to ashes, the stones were dissolved, and in several places there were puddles of smooth rock from when it had been melted. There were several entrances into the fort.

<p class="MsoNormal">As well as this, twenty of the one hundred and fifty bandits had been killed. A few had had their throats slit by Cynric, but most had been killed in the ensuing fire, either burnt alive or crushed by falling rock. The inhabitants were understandably paranoid.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Bandits!” Skuldar shouted. “We have come to avenge our fallen Jarl. But if you surrender, you will be spared!”

<p class="MsoNormal">(Harold, can you RP the bandits?)