Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125010554/@comment-24696651-20150125205411

(I don't think Falkreath is quite that big, but okay. I'm sure it will be soon.)

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The trapped orcs milled around. Some tried to climb up and fight the archers, but they were struck with axes before the could do any damage. Others tried to charge at the original group of archers, but the defenses were more extensive than they thought. They were being shot at fron all directions, dropping like flies, but it never occured to them to surrender. As a result, they were all dead in ten minutes.

The archers lit their torches, so they could see their traps and avoid them.

"Good work," Luciun said, the smell of blood filling his nose. "Clear up the bodies. Take their weapons and armour."

The skirmishers did as they were told. The infantry, nobles and sappers, however, stayed in the camp.

"Sappers, work on the camp," Luciun said. "Reinforce the defensives. Build a village. The rest of you, come with me to clear the mine out."