Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24449631-20140902171359

On the otherside of the Lake, the battle between Imperials and Stormcloak had gotten ugly.

The Legion had difficulty to keep pushing forward, as a mob of mad, raving Nords hacked, slashed, headbutted, and swung their way through them.

The nerves of battle had almost completely dicipated under the Stormcloak ranks and turned into a beserker-like joy of fighting your enemy alongside your comrades, for the glory of Skyrim and Sovngarde.

All the while, huge stones were flung over them and hit the town's wall with mighty force.

The battlefield was tricky, since it was in a forest.

The trees, no matter how how thin they were, provided cover for clear arrow shots and the orange leaves on the ground were slippery and caused men and women to slip on both sides.