Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160804171050/@comment-5543592-20160816130717

Harold Burned-Mane wrote:

The Ardapelin had cleaned up the chamber enough to set up a makeshift camp. Sentries were placed in order to keep watch for any Raboth activity. The soldiers drank some of their water to refresh themselves.

Aliarquen stood with the sentries, the battle had done little to drain his stamina. He could still feel his blood boiling. He was finally there, getting vengeance for his father's death 15 years prior. The vermin would find no mercy from him, only death awaited them. They just needed to go deeper, to where the Broodmothers were. If they killed a large enough number of them, the Raboth population increase would be greatly reduced for the next few decades, centuries even. Mithridates milled among the camp, making sure defenses were in place, and that the injured were being cared for.