Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160808020912/@comment-5543592-20160809205421

As the legionnaires closed in, Crimson picked up the pace, riding side by side with one.

"'Cuse me, sir." He said, before jumping onto the rear of the man's horse, behind the fellow. He grappled with the rider for a bit, but Crimson had the advantage of not having to awkwardly turn around, and threw the man from his own horse to be trampled by the others. He took the animals reins, and waved Whistles off.

"Get ouf ov' 'ere, mate, find help!"

Whistles tossed his head and whineyed, but dashed ahead, breaking free of the closing ranks, and vanishing off into the desert.

Crimson on his new horse, dropped back with the rest of the group to be surrounded.

The group of four women and a man set off for Corten Mont, trekking to the northeast of Taneth. There was very little desert there, primarily savannah and plains, and the spotted pleasant herds of wildebeasts grazing.