Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151017130502/@comment-25828117-20151017171355

Finally!

The Imperial city. Alain and his band of brothers had made it to the Empire's capital. By now dark ominous clouds had gathered across the sky. The dark clashed with the setting sun wrestling to break through, letting spears of orange light escape through and across the horizon. The long stone bridge of Weye stood before the eight men. Alain looked back one last time to his companions and then spurred on the advance towards the city.

At the gates they were kept to a halt by the guards.