Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150407230816/@comment-5583506-20150408010126

(Can do!)

As the armies ventured further up north they eventually reached the murky swamps in the outskirts of Morthal.

Juliana rode up to Valkyrie and Perdix with a rusted sword in her hands. "It bears the insignia of the flayed dog", she said. "Clan Gorehound must be nearby. Judging from an abandoned camp we found in the swamp they must have been here at least a day ago. Presuming they are still alive. It looks as if they have been... scared off..."

"And it's probably for the best", said Myling, who had seated herself on a rock to clean her wooden sword. "Clan Gorehound tend to have the personality of a rabid dog. They kill first and ask questions later. I should know..."

The Ghost-Wolf warrior looked at the blonde girl with some confusion, as if she was wondering just what she was doing there.