Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-25418438-20150809215942

Damo trudged his army through the gates of Shornhelm with an annoyed look on his face as Tiberius smirked at him from the battlement. Idiot forsworn the General thought.

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Carrik sat on a wooden stump fletching some makeshift arrows out of nearby wood with a silver knife. The elf heard his name called by the commander and made his way to him, carefully watching for Renard. "Sir!".