Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-5543592-20150618214147

Jabshisha barely jerked her neck to the side in time, and Garred's blade skimmed over her neck, leaving a shallow wound behind and drawing blood. Jabshisha cursed in anger and pain, staggering backward some more. He off-hand went to her neck, and she held up her sword again.

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"Several of their memebers have fallen ill." The guard said. "And it's only their leaders.  Farkas, Aela, Skjor, Kodlak Whitemane, and Vilkas.  The healers and priests can find no illness.  With their leaders ill, the Companions have stopped accepting jobs."

"Who are the companions?" Asked Dominates.

"What?  The Companions... you know?"

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As Ellis and Ogedei ducked past orcs and made it towards the gate, they realised it was held shut by a large wooden log, and several guards were posting at it.

"We can go through the irrigation tunnel..." He pointed at the little flow of water that trickled under one part of the wall.