Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-5583506-20170603005541

"Oh, it's easy!" whined Falana, still frozen in fear by the sight of the massive herd of Beasts surrounding the mountain. "Just grab the handles, aim and then pull the lever. I will provide you with the ammunition. You just rain hell over them."

The commander of the Beast Slayer troop nodded and then motioned for a couple of his people to get the siege machines in order before signaling to another group to follow him to the stables. They needed to face the Beasts head on, to keep them preoccupied as the groups maintaing the ballistae fired at them from behind.

Myrdana stumbled after the man, but judging by her outlook it would seem as if she probably wouldn't last long if faced against a Beast. She looked so fragile that the smallest sign of wrongdoing would more than likely push her over the edge.

"Grab some new gear from the cart", he instructed the Orc and the Imperial. "We don't want any accidents. We need every available man and woman to create a diversion."

"Last chance I've got", sighed the Argonian. "Better make the most of it. If he leads me into certain death, I at least want to voice my opinion that this was indeed a shitty way to go."

The gates of Fort Slayer creaked open, the rattling of massive chains sounded as the gigantic doors slowly slid ajar.

"Onward then!" commanded Ran'Jinro. "To death or victory!"

"Or both..." added Beatrix dryly, adjusting the reins of her horse.