Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125115222/@comment-17114085-20150209222638

Cristus was having a hard time fighting because of his leg. It make him slower and to an extent clumsier. But he made do. His battleaxe was one of the first Stormcloak weapons to draw blood as they held back the Forsworn invasion. They were doing a good enough job but as Stormcloaks started dying it made things harder for the remaining ones.

Only about 22 or so of them were still standing but the Forsworn had suffered 20 casualties. So they only have about 130 remaining men.

The Winter-Axe had just dealt a blow to a Forsworn duelist when a sword from his left tried to strike at him. He stumbled a bit back avoiding the blade by only a few millimeters. He looked to his left and saw what looked like an elderly Reachman, maybe in his mid 50s. But the most distinctive feature was the hole in his chest and the Briar Heart inside.

"You must be the leader of the Stormcloaks here." The Reachman said. "You now face me Nord, the Briar King."