Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170518153821/@comment-2165692-20170725114220

(I was expecting an RP comment but fine then.

The Carriage rolled past Valtheim. Not a single bandit could be seen as Stormlcoaks had taken it and reinforced it, from the looks of it, they were prepared for most everything.

Eventually they came to a crossroads between riften and windhelm, where they stopped in the middle of Eastmarch, before them where a pile of corpses, Soldiers of both factions cut up and bloody with the stench of the decomposing bodies filling the air around them, the horse refuesd to go any further than this. "Come on old girl..." Bjorlam said in vain. "She won't go any further it seems." Bjorlam said and looked at the others, in the distance the river was partly red from blood, most likely from more soldiers who had been killed closer to the river, furthermore, the clashing of steel was heard from down the road to riften.