Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150624134800

"Shut up! I think they're ..-" Arnaud was interrupted by an ancient nordic arrow that had made its way to his throat. The man fell to his knees as he tried covering his thraot and avert the blood loss - in vain.

Figures in the mist started to appear. How longer one looked, more sillhouettes of undead started to form and slowly make their way to their destination.

"In the mist! They're coming! Run!" A cowardly and slim nord said, running and dissapearing in the mist. It wasn't long however, as the moment he ran into the mist everyone could hear a body falling down and the warcry of an undead in some kind of ancient language.

Mercenaries started taking up arms - some started blasting fire spells at the Nords. Other used bow and arrows or throwing daggers.

Jon joined some of the archers and started aiming for the undead's heads, but the limited visibility in the vicinity did not work out very well.