Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20160924200747

"What a ussselesssss little ssshit!", Dulàn spat. Now the Prowler was truly angry, nodding to his men, "Fuck the ordersss, if they wisssh to die then let them burn to a crissssp. I am done playing the babyssssitter to thesssse humansss, Lady Lisssbeth be damned!"

The leader of the vampires turned around and darted into the castle, if Emeric was inside then the Prowlers' heightened senses would be more than enough to find him.

Lisbeth almost thanked the Gods for the flames, her red attire blended perfectly with the flaming city. She knew Jakin's scent and despite all the blood and food around her, the vampiress only focused on finding the Prince.

She heard the plea for mercy of several wounded men, Northpointers and Adamantine warriors alike. She cared little for them, but they did managed to point out that despite being able to blend with the background, Lisbeth was still pretty visible... so, naturally, she made herself unseen.

"What are you waiting for, you salty sea dogs?! An invitation?!", King Tormund Toreau's voice boomed from behind the Farruners forces. The King had finally arrived, accompanied by the almost equally large Kali'kar.

Tormund's voice was like an awakening to his men, who had been lucky enough to escape the traitors' masterplan.

"Protect the fallen from any advance of our enemies!", Farraud snapped away from his trance and shouted to his men, whom promptly nocked arrows to their bowstrings.

Following the Red Company, all the other ranged-capable Farrun warriors readied their attacks to strike their enemies from above. Sure, their enemies striked a fearsome hit on their numbers, but they also relinquished the higher grounds and that was a deadly mistake.