Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-768817-20140903235143

Mymor awoke with a gasp. He was sitting in the Bee & Barb. A warm half empty tankard of ale on the table. He didn't remember what was real, and what wasn't. He remembered the early morning fog, he remembered mercenaries, he remembered Stormcloaks, he remember walking to the city, but he lacked the order, or even which events took place in reality, and which did not.

(What is the current state of the battle, in relation to the city?)