Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-25418438-20160727234727

Wolfida hunted in the wilderness for food in a self imposed exile from civilization. He'd been by himself since Cassander joined the rebels, and was feeling sorry for himself having learnt of his wife's fate upon his secret return to Shornhelm. The werewolf had attempted to kill Emeric but he was to well guarded by his new hired mercenary Tanis Vos as such Wolfida had opted not to kill his foe until he was sure he would be able to succeed. As he continued his hunt he felt something with his keen wolf senses. A young girl's scent definetly he thought but the other scents, something unnatural that I haven't encountered in a long time.

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Cassander rode along a well trodden path to Jehanna, he had temporarily suspended his journey upon learning of his uncle's fate, a messenger had rode to him a day after he left and informed him that Sir Kevan Rie was killed during General Noleon's charge, now he was honor-bound to inform his aunt and cousins in Jehanna. His wolf senses picked up a sound in the distance likely troops, although seen as he didn't have the control that other wolfs had, he was unable to tell if they where close by or in the distance.

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Marcus rode with the troops under the command of General Acques. "General how far off Northpoint are we? We could still divert to Shornhelm and assist the loyalist King Emeric before the Emperor's city falls to rebel scum."