Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150429063943/@comment-5583506-20150501140106

"Matriarch and Patriarch Ghost-Wolf were last seen heading in the direction of the Blue Palace", explained a Berserker. "My guess is that they are examining the outlines of defense."

The Iron Hound sat up on his mighty steed Tyrannion and rode into the city alongside the countless number of Gorehound warriors. The siege machines were slowly rolling in with loud creaking noises and in the far back came carts loaded with whatever remained of the slaughtered dragon.

The other clanleaders had already set up for a new camp on the market square, knowing that it would be the central point of the city from where they could have a good outlook on their warriors as they arranged for a potential defense and could celebrate the victory in peace.