Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141116005648

(If you say so, Shills.)

The first attack came out of nowhere. Out of the darkness, there was the sound of something shifting it's weight and a loud creak before something hard and strong crashed into Lorcan's side with enough force to crack two or three ribs. It knocked the wind right out of him and it certainly must have hurt, for the loud crack that had come as a result of the attack was enough to rouse Veranwen from her sleep and cause Ranwulf to shift as he edged towards wide awakening.

With Lorcan aside, the sound of soft scraping could be once again heard as the unknown assailant charged towards the rest of the mercenaries. But to his surprise, it was soon followed by a similar scraping sound, and another, and another, until the echoes of what almost sounded like scraping footfalls filled the halls of Sancre Tor, all seemingly headed towards the company that had dared make camp within the sacred halls.