Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141213173915/@comment-5543592-20141226234533

(Nice, enough people, let's go.)

With that, the group moved out and headed for Deep Folk Crossing.

After a bit of walking, they arrived at Deep Folk Crossing, the glorious Dwarven bridge that also apperantly once housed the most powerful alliance in the Dwarven empire. At the moment however, it was occupied by about ten to fifteen Forsworn.

"Ah, shift, it had to be Forsworn." Said Tomas, from the group's hiding spot behind a giant boulder.

"Watch your tounge." Hissed Artair. "I'm a Forsworn too.  Now, plans to kill my country men?"

"They've occupied the birdge, but not fortified it.  Let's come at it from both ends.  Half of you pass through the shallow it, there,"  Tomas pointed to a shallow (almost typed swallow.  Rider would've had fun with that, again) "To get to the other.  We'll squish them into a nice little kill box.  Now let's move."

With that, Tomas advanced from cover to cover, sneaking up the bridge, Darach not far behind. Artair cross the stream, stealthily, to start the assualt from the other side.