Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-11457306-20140325023816

Deep underneath the Tower, in the storerooms and sub-basements and even extending into the dungeons and sewers, Peri walked through the frightened people, verifying that everyone was settling in for the long wait and that there were no able bodied men hiding among the old, the sick and infirm and the women and children. Those she was sending outside to join the fight. They would need every hand that could lift a blade or draw a bow. She endured the curses of the women who resisted and shamed them with strong words.

"What of yourself then!?" cried one woman, in a rage that Peri had discovered her husband and booted him out. "You bear a bow!"

"As soon as I've finished my duty here I'll be joining my fellows," said Peri calmly. "I expect this day to be my last."

The woman subsided, shamed.

Suddenly the back of the chamber, which opened into the sewers, erupted in screams. Peri turned toward the disturbance and ran, drawing her bow and nocking an arrow. She found herself facing a similarly drawn bow, held by a man dressed in furs and bones and decorated with tattooes.

She lowered her bow and whooped. "Levach!  You've come!"

"Aye, and damned hard it was to get into the city, too.  We had to come in through the sewers.  You know they're unguarded at the outer wall?  Or they were--I've left some of my men there."

Peri ran to embrace him. The Forsworn had come.