Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-7262318-20170110225204

Farther down the hall, they could see a small detatchment of men, with war axes and swords drawn, barreling towards them. There were about 7 or 8 of them, and they were sloppy and uncoordinated. Still, that didn't stop them from running forward to their inevitable doom, looking for at least one man to take to the grave with the,

"Oblivion..." Hafnir muttered. "Spells! Now!"