Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20191114001656/@comment-7262318-20191114022733

One of the Forsworn saw her coming, and dropped Utahsi to pull his sword free, beckoning for her to come in.

The reachman charging Smith, meanwhile, got an arrow suddenly lodged into his throat for his trouble, causing him to crumple to the ground and drown in his blood.

Some of the horsemen charged past the group, pursuing the reachmen into their neck of the woods, running them back to their homes. Standing behind were a few men, including a High Elf and a Breton on horseback, along with a Khajiit. Walking up slowly behind them was perhaps, the largest Orc than any of them had ever seen in their entire life. He stood at a height that towered over even Smith.

"Keep pace! Take no prisoners!" The Breton called out after his men, and received a cheer from his men in return. The sounds of hooves running across dirt and stone disappeared into the distance.

"... Are you alright?" He asked the group.