Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140614015650/@comment-5543592-20140619004302

"Ha ha." Chuckled Emrey with a slight smile approaching her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Yes, I'd imagine the Legate has a very special task just for us.  In fact I... wait, do you hear that?" There was the sound of screaming outside.

Eogan stood up. He could hear the sound of men yelling and shouting in agony

"What in Oblivion?" He stood up rushing beyond the tents and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Chorrol had attacked the Legion. An unbelieveable amount of them as well, dozens of soldiers in the Chorrols guard attire, armed with chain mail and silver weaponry. The Legion hadn't fortified their position, or even expected an attack, they were in the center of their own territory. Most of the soldiers were still half-naked. And now here they were, being massacred by a town garrison. Except the attacking force wasn't primarily comprised of Chorrol guards. Townsfolk too, some armed with pitched forks, kitchen ware, tools, or just clawing Legionnaires' eyes out. Their attack was bloody and viscious, and something the Legion was entirely unprepared for.