Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160322224717/@comment-13615389-20160520211441

(Ah. Thanks for the heads up, edited to Sacre-Tor.)

~25th of Rain's Hand

After a rest, the army departed from Fort Rayles leaving 100 men behind to hold it. The army numbered 740 now, and began the long march to Fort Sacre-Tor. By the commandant's estimate, they would arrive in roughly 3 weeks. The two Spectres were unsure of how to proceed. They'd been ordered to assist Iagun, but at the same time he was going for a fort he hadn't been given permission to take. It didn't matter, they concluded, as it was likely just full of scum anyways.

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A man clad in a black overcoat with an elegant white trim dismounted his stallion at the gates to Hackdirt, where he was greeted by two men. Chancellor Estherlain and Spymaster Aquila had been ready to welcome Parius into Hackdirt.

"Greetings sir, are you ready to speak with the leader of this town?" The chancellor inquired, to which Parius responded with a shake of his head.

"I had time to think about this in Weynon, and I realize that this shouldn't be our highest priority." The young King looked off to the South.

"What exactly do you mean by that, sir? Is there some place else you want to visit first?"

"If I might interject," said Varus, stepping into the conversation, "You're talking about Brinde Home, aren't you?" Parius raised an eyebrow.

"I am. It's a town like this one, but we should focus on it instead." Varus nodded.

"Clever. You know Skingrad grows by the day, you don't want to let it get a foothold on our borders. Hackdirt will be here later, but Brinde Home may not."

The group discussed their next course of action, and it was agreed that they would head to Brinde Home. Making sure they could stop Skingrad from taking the town was a priority.