Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170817084409/@comment-17114085-20170915124532

(...what? That doesn't make sense at all. If we consider the range of speed for a crossbow as 200 fps to 400 fps then 300 fps or 205 mph is the average. It would not be considered fast, it would be considered average for a crossbow. As for actual ballistae, from what I read Roman Ballistae speed ranged from about 150 mph to 336 mph depending on the weight of the bolt and drawing force. So again, 205 mph would be rather average for a ballista as well. :P)

As they walked up to the Understone Keep gates they encountered some Markarth guards. "State your business in the keep." They demanded.

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Garm led the two men into the tunnel. The wolf was a much better navigator than them so it was a safe bet to let it lead the way.

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"No we did not, Thynvil, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious. Especially in a situation like this." The Arch-Paladin replied. The elves hadn't gone through these southern tunnel before so he looked around with caution as they ran for safety.

Ursine was upset about having to leave behind Ralof and all those Stormcloaks, but she wasn't going to refuse them their choice.

Rigmor thought about Garm, he hadn't seen the wolf since the lake and that made him worry, but he couldn't go back and look for him now. Be safe Garm...be safe.

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"Brace for impact!" Ralof ordered to his men on the shieldwall as the wave of spheres came charging at them.

His men waited anxiously for their foe to reach them.

"Stormcloaks, we fight for our Queen, we fight for our people and we fight for our home! I don't want to see any of you fall before you take out your share of these bastards! Do I make my self clear?!" Ralof said.

"Aye, Stormblade!" Some of them shouted back.

"Good, then it will be a pleasure to greet you again at the Whalebone Bridge so we can all walk into the Hall of Valor together and share with our ancestors the tale of this glorious battle!" Ralof said.

The two elven healers prepared their spells.

The metal dragon reached them and shouted a breath of scalding steam, but the elves put up a ward that protected most of the Nords.

Seconds before the animunculi clashed against the shieldwall, Ralof led the Nords in one final battle cry. "VICTORY OR SOVNGARDE!!!" Their voices thundered through the cavern.