Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150127181142/@comment-10906938-20150129035523

(All of these huge numbers and intimidating names are freaking me out)

An old man came bursting through the doors. "My lord! Our town is being menaced! Denizens of the dark dwell in Breagha-Fin! Our town is outside you borders, but I was ignored in Shornhelm."

Bosric nodded. He turned to Amaury. "Send a detatchment to investigate."

"I know just the team. They'll be ready to leave in less than an hour."

"Good. Steward, get this man some food and tend to his needs."

True to his word, Amaury had thirty men lined up. Ten were fresh recruits of various roles, ten were veteran warriors, and archers and mages came in groups of five. It seemed a good number. In a few short moments, they were off.