Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150613171809/@comment-5543592-20150613233708

The group, now that they had the view from the walls, could see what they were facing. For one hundred eighty degrees surrounding the city, on hills about 200-300 metres way, sat a semi-circle of catapults that fired on Chorrol not stop.

“It is an army bred for a single purpose:” Said an older Imperial man with salt and pepper hair, a hard jaw, and weathered face. Ogedei assumed that this must be the Captain. He was certainly up the years, but his body still looked strong, and he stood with a fierce pride,

“To destroy the world of men.”   The Captain finished.

The number of orcs out there was uncountable. At this distance they looked like a sea of green, a striking contrast to the pale, white blanket of snow that coated the ground near Chorrol and far beyond.

Chorrol was far outnumbered. From here the group could see the number of archers lining the wall, and the number of infantry guarding the gates and it was clear the Orcs were more numerous by severa factors of ten.

Mioshe widened his eyes a bit but other than that had a muted reaction.

Ogedei gaped in surprise, thousands of questions popping up in his head.

''How did they get here? Why now? Can we beat them? How many of them are there?''