Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-17114085-20160708120309

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Sir Lyon and the other captured Crows were barely dressed, only with rags covering their sensitive areas. In the fighting pit they were chained to wooden polls that were stuck into the ground.

The easiest way into the pit was just to jump down, but ther also appeared to be an set of stairs down from a small adjacent hut.

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Jovron struggled to his feet after having been thrown from his horse.

The Orc Chieftain had correctly guessed that the bastard was the Crow leader, so he focused his attention on him. He charged at the half-elf, Battleaxe in hand. He was near the elf when the Knight of Flowers rammed into him with her shield, knocking the Orc off course.

"Commander Jovron, get up, you aren't going to die here today." She told him. The Dame was a fierce warrior, small but strong ad muscular. She didn't become Knight-Captain of the Knights of the Roses with her beauty, it was from hardwork and skill.

The Knight of Daisies and the Knight of Violets came up beside her, ready to take on the Orc Chieftain.

The Knight of Roses lent a hand to the half-elf, picking him up. "Thanks." Jovron told him.

"It was my pleasure, Commander." He said with a smile.