Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-24736819-20151105102418

(Sure as shooting.)

It didn't took long until a peasant girl, apprentice to the local herbalist, to find the corpse hanging upside down.

What the girl thought to be a simple weed hunting turned out to be something horrible. Her scream of horror could be heard from miles away and sooner rather than later she saw herself accompanied by other horrified folk.

A young boy quickly recognized the body and ran to warn the girl's father.

As the morning rose, Borgus got out of the Dark Tower to check on the peasants.

"Top o' the morning to ya, Castellan!", he was greeted by the stable boy and answered with a warm smile...something that he only used outside the tower.

The moustached breton went on to greet and overlook the commoners throughout the town.

...

He felt the sun rising several feet above his head, above ground. There was no real explanation how he knew it, but he did.

Perhaps it was the fact that all those years that he spent there made him aware of the tiniest changes nearby or perhaps it was the hunger, which warned him of yet another day he passed without feeding.

He tried once again to get rid of his chains, but like every other attempt, it failed. He was used to failure, more than he liked to admit but luckily there was no one to admit. No one...so far.

"We'll arrive at night, Milord. It's a good thing, I must say...I also received word that Heaven's Pride it's sailing after us.", the warrior scout informed.

"To stop us?", Mandaloon asked, angrily.

"To aid us.", the man smirked.