Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-7262318-20170207234531

As the group readied themselves for whatever was coming towards them, a young woman in torn up noble clothes came stumbling over the road. He knees and elbows were stained with cuts and bruises, and her hair that once looked as if it were long and luxurious now looked as if it had been severed off hastily.

And that was probably the clase. As she kept stumbling forward, screaming at the group "Help me!", a group of men with axes and swords came rushing over the hill after her, yelling and whooping like rabid animals. While they couldn't get an exact count on how many there were, they were definately outnumbered here.

"Ah, shit..." Dar'Zah murmured. "We got company!" He quickly jumped off his horse and readied himself.