Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-5543592-20170805012004

"It's a lure." Taeris muttered, watching intently as the legion descended on the city. His horse clip-clopped skittishly, picking up on his anxiety. "But for what..." As far as he could see, there was nothing to threaten the Legion. Did the Reachmen have traps hiden in that final stretch before the wall they believed would deplete the Legionnaires' numbers? That seemed unlikely. The Reachmen had fully expected the Legion's arrival, yet the defensive preparations seemed woefully lacking. They were inviting an attack. Yet it still wasn't clear why. In a matter of minutes, what little pallisade seperated the Reachmen from the Legion would be torn down, the rest of the Legion storming the gate, and the Reachmen would be routed by the superior numbers, equipment, and training of the Legion.