Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160228210049

8th of Sun's Height

Cynric had gone with the hundred men to an ambush point about ten miles from Fort Greenwall, on the road to Shor's Stone. They had dug a ditch in the road and covered it with twigs and leaves - it would look like a tree had died nearby, but if anyone tried to walk across they would fall in. They were camping around fifty metres from the road, but they had constructed hiding spots nearby, and someone was always on lookout for a shipment coming by. If Shor's Stone tried to resupply the mercenaries, they would find themselves tragically killed by "bandits".

Skuldar was at the main camp of Riften's army. The Bosmer, before he left, had also organised the construction of a ditch and several stakes in the ground, to defend their camp, and the sappers, along with some of the archers, were building it. Cynric had been quite insistent that the camp's food be well protected lest the mercenaries tried to steal it.

Skuldar walked within shouting distance of the fort.

"You can still surrender!" he shouted. "Otherwise, you will die of thirst in a few days!"