Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150613171809/@comment-5543592-20150614013829

Chorrol was in ruins. There were almost no standing sturctures. All that remained were a few lucky houses, some isolated shacks or shops, and the castle, although one of it's towers had collapsed. It was inconcievable to image that many civilians had survived. Maybe 25 to 40 in total. A scrap of Chorrol's orginal population.

The Chorrol guard had suffered devastingly losses. Their were a total of 20 infantry left, and 50 archers by the time the battle ended. Frankly, Mioshe was surprised. If the orcs had held out longer, they probably could have just eradicated everyone.

Bodies littered the street. There were mounds of them, Orcs and men all piled together, twisted and interlocking in various ways. Blood ran freely through the streets and the stench of it was in the air.

Lieutenant Gernus had fallen, but at the battle's end the Captain still stood, although he had a wound in his right pectoral and an injured left arm.

"All survivors!" Announced a war torn guard with cunks of armor missing and ghastly wound on his head. "Meet the Captain in the Castle's courtyard!"