Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180712215352/@comment-17114085-20180911174901

(It's a sizable town. Towns range from 2-8 thousand people. Fell's Run is on the larger end of that.)

"So you want to steal a ship...from here? Or in Farrun?" Teimel asked.

As they headed into the woods, they could sense movement nearby. They heard the rustling of leaves and bushes.

"I think there might be enemies nearby." Manis muttered quietly. He reached for his sword and ordered his men to stay on their toes.

It took a two days before Roderon heard back from the shipwrights. They sent a messenger over to Lavinia's bunkhouse to tell Captain Roderon that the Revenge was fixed and ready to sail.

During the last two days, one of the 94 sailors that had slept in the Iron Bloods' longhouse decided to desert Roderon's crew and join Aevar's men.

After the attack, Scipio had stumbled back and nearly fallen, but he managed to maintian his footing. He cursed loudly as he grabbed his bleeding cheek.

Alain passed by him. "Move back, I'll deal with the Orc."

Scipio ignored him and stood there.

The Breton didn't ask again, he simply moved closer to the Orc. ''I need to incapacitate him without killing him, though with his majesty here I don't need to hold back too much. He'll be able to heal any serious wounds the Orc has so that he doesn't die without giving us the information.''

Shelakh barred his tusks to Alain. ''If that sword gets me, I'm through. Even with my blood boiling like this. I need to close the distance quick and grab him.'' He came up with a basic plan.