Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160311225020

3rd of Last Seed

"Look, Elf," Skuldar spat, "we've tried you backstabbing and sneaking for a month, and look where it's got us. The fort may as well not been under siege!"

"I'm telling you, they're weakened," Cynric sighed in reply. They'd been arguing for hours. Salma had got bored and gone away, and now it was just them in the war tent at ten in the evening. "Haven't you noticed the decrease in foragers, the shrinking of smoke columns from the fort? It's reduced by more than a half. What other reason would there be for that other than the death of half their force, you idiot."

At this, Skuldar leapt at Cynric, punching him hard across the face before he could react properly. Cynric staggered backwards, his eyes watering, and Skuldar grabbed his axe and swung wildly at Cynric. Cynric ducked just in time, punching Skuldar in the groin, but Cynric was still too dazed from the punch to follow up properly, so Skuldar just kept swinging, and Cynric kept desperately dancing out of the way of his axe. After a few seconds of this, Skuldar charged and brought his axe down viciously, but Cynric stepped out of the way and used Skuldar's own momentum to bring him to the ground, before pulling his sword and holding at Skuldar's throat. A thin trickle of blood emerged.

"I'm going to pretend that never happened," Cynric said, his voice calm despite his heavy breathing, "and if you try something like that again, all I'll have to do is apply an ounce of more pressure.

"Now, I'm going to open the gates. You can sit here and fume, or you can wake up the men for a night attack. Your choice."

So saying, Cyrnic snuck in through the cave system, and went to the trapdoor, gently raising it to look around.