Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160102174454/@comment-24736819-20160204232932

(I thought the end of the meeting would also be the end of the day...anyway, I'll wait for you to grab the letter so I can write its content.)

"The more we delay, the longer your people will be under Evermore's attack.", Tormund commented, "Your choice."

"The plan sounds solid enough.", he added, turning around towards the exit, "Now if you excuse me, I must discuss some personal matters with my men."

The one who was once known as Sir Malach Tretogout woke up in the dark. Well, he knew that it was dark even if he could see perfectly well.

Hunger.

He quickly realized that he had company, a few other creatures such as himself treaded through the dark cave, learning again how to walk properly with their new bodies.

Hunger.

They all soon realized how useful their new form was, climbing up the walls, sneaking around when suddenly 5 recently killed men and women were tossed into the pit where they were. Seemed irresistible as they were all very, very hungry...for flesh.

...

"They are almost ready, General.", one of the heavily armored men said.

"Good. It's time we start our fun.", Eirearch smirked.