Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170524151815/@comment-17114085-20170530154403

The tavern in Pagran Village was just as shocked as Edwin was when the scream was heard.

"What in Oblivion was that?" The innkeeper asked.

"Let the guards deal with it." One of the patrons muttered drunkenly.

There was another scream, followed by others and then the sounds of a skirmish.

A villager burst into the inn, bleeding, and demanded. "Barricade the doors and windows!"

"What the bloody fuck is going on?!" The innkeeper asked again.

"The village is under attack!" the bleeding villager replied.

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As soon as he heard the first scream, Rigmor ran out of his room. He only had enough time to grab his helmet. He was still in plain clothes. Garm ran after him.

In the hallway outside his room he was soon joined by Erich, who brandished his sword and shield and some plain clothes as well. "What in Shor's name was that?"

"I don't know, but it can't be good. Let's go." Rigmor said and the two ran out of the inn. By the time they got to the streets they could hear more screams and sounds of battle. They followed it.

Citizens were running away from where they headed. Eventually they got close enough and saw that the Dwarven Fort was being attacked. Dead guards littered and Rigmor couldn't make out who was attacking or how they even managed to get inside. Other guards that had been on patrol were approaching the fort, equally as confused at the situation.

Still, the two and their wolf ran towards the fort to help.