Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20150308140423/@comment-24736819-20150501045209

Captain 9 could be seen ordering the battalions around, but not amidst the Troopers.

"Go, march! Bring them alive if possible or dead if needed.", he shouted.

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Taren and Wulf followed their new acquaintance into the icy meadows of the Forgotten Vale, although all three of them could feel the Troopers closing on them.

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It took some time, but the raft finally made the crossing.

"Tsaaz, Hears, where is he?", Gold asked as she jumped out the raft.

The place where they docked was a swampy fortress, hidden amongst thick vegetation and probably surrounded by the muddy water of the marsh. There were several huts where a incredible large number of argonians and a few other races worked, planned and most of all trained. Looking up the group also realized that there were a few wooden tree-houses linked by wooden bridges that looked very old.

In the center of everything the main building stood, a temple-like fortress covered in vines and all sorts of plants and that was the place where Hears-Many-Whispers led the group.

"There are a lot of folks here... Honestly, I thought this resistance would be a lot lower in numbers. Perhaps there is hope after all?", the orc commented as they passed by the warriors, blacksmiths, merchants and peasants.