Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160225002526/@comment-24736819-20160428030228

(No, what I meant was that there aren't many of turned 'Evermoorians' fighting xD. Also, I've explained how the transformation happens throughout some earlier posts, the way they are being turned transform them into a more animalistic creature, controlled by hunger and by its "Alpha" in a matter of speaking.)

Doraleous did the same and exited the tent, ordering his men to put it down and join the rest as the army started to move.

The big knight did his best to keep a fair distance from his older brother and Tormund didn't seemed to even notice him.

"How many?", Lord Mandaloon asked once the ship was a safe distance away from Dunkarn Haven.

"Well, seeing that we had to use 15 of our best men to make it believable...", Wym complained, "We still have around 20 good men, capable warriors and another 20-25 peasants."

"Good, good. Those are good numbers, wake me up when we get there.", Mandaloon laid back onto the bed and closed his eyes again. Truth was, even though Wym had a capable healer, the wound delivered by that crazy vampire knight was far too brutal to get healed that easily.