Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-25418438-20160711004716

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: Carrik led the men into the hut, the guard that usually would have been there wasn't. He was fighting the Crows along with the rest of the Orcs in the stronghold.

Men and women were fighting them. Only the few children and elders stayed out of the skirmish.

"Come on." Carrik urged his comrades down the stairs.

Gregory kicked open the gate to the inside of the pit and yelled. "We're here, get your asses up. This is a rescue."

Sir Lyon was the first to lift his head. He, along with the other Crows, were tired, hungry and thirsty. The Orcs weren't taking care of them. It was a miracle that they hadn't died yet while in that pit. "Gregory?" He asked, softly.

The Crows under Carrik went in and began to undo the restraints of the captives. "Hurry up men, if the battle turns sour we could be up to our eyeballs in Orsimer."