Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140605183252/@comment-24218133-20140609141337

Trond was in the chorrol barracks, having a meal. Potato bread and Venison. He pulled out his Glass Longsword and Admired it. After a few minutes of the break, he went back to duty.

He was going to patrol the road between the Chorrol stables and Weynon Priory. The place certainly was beautiful, and quiet. The first thing he sees, is a bunch of people running from the direction of West, towards him. It was Imperial scouts.

"Sir, we have urgent information... Battlehorn castle is besieged by the Covenant!"

"What!?" Trond says and unsheathes his sword. You're serious! I need to bring men, right away! We need to take it back!" Trond said and rushed towards Chorrol to bring men.