Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141201012529/@comment-5543592-20141213012917

(Damn, alright, let's continue!) The fort was in sight. It was desolate. Walls were crumbling and it was clear no one had set foot in there in many years, even from this distance.

Suddenly, a very faint noise could be heard off to the group's left, behind a group of hills. The sound of clunking metal and wiring gears.

"What's that?" Wondered Tomas around. Seven Dwarven spheres rolled over the hill, crossbow's loaded. They targeted the horses.

Tomas flipped forward when his horse's front legs buckled, a bolt through it's eye. He hit the ground on his back and rolled, and let out  a weak groan of pain.

Darach had a brief moment to react, which he took. He forced his horse to rear up on it's hind legs, and the bolt missed.

Artair had a similar moment to Darach, but instead simply jumped off the side of his horse, and let the beast die. He began blasting firebolts at the enemies.