Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20171226150054/@comment-17114085-20180325233140

By the time half the Stormcloak army had descended, the High Queen ordered Frorkmar to begin the assault. The old general led platoons into the city and they began to attack the Falmer forces that had been holding up there. The attacks were very aggresive, meant to draw out the Falmer King and his trump cards: the Centurions and the Dwarven Dragon.

Athyis and the two other older Elves split from the army as they tried to split past the enemy lines. There were thousands of Betrayed down there, so it wasn't an easy task.

As the battle raged on in the city, the Nords soon heard the loud metallic roar of the dragon coming from the Keep.

"There!" Nirilor pointed out.

The dragon was on top of the large glowing sphere atop the keep, the makeshift sun of this underground city.

"Seems we pissed off their king." Rigmor muttered.

"Our mission is upon us, kinsmen. Stand tall so our ancestors in Sovngarde can be proud of this battle. We're going to take down a dragon." Ursine said to her elite crossbowmen platoon that had been drafted for the mission of bringing down the dragon.

"Aye!" They yelled with determination and loaded up their bolts.