Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170317065536/@comment-2165692-20170402070230

The walls of the towers was clad in the characteristic dark shade of red, it was blood. The head of the bandit chief was at the end of a pike near the door, nicely planted in the ground with the blood still dripping to the ground. On the other side of the door was the still squirming toll-collector bandit impaled through the anus and out the mouth, still alive. The river ran red with blood from the remaining bandits that had been cut open and shoved off the bridge, some had yet to be swept away by the current and were laying dead on the shoreline(?).

Atop the closest tower was a stormcloak, while his face aneyes were hidden by the helmet, his eyes were definately fixed on Dertaris. Certain others of his faction was also patrolling the tower.