Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141128022906/@comment-5543592-20141129034209

The group entered what appeared to have been a dining hall of sorts in ancient days, or something like that. There was a table, it had fresh food, and tow doors, one barred, the other not. Five soldiers milled around. Some weren't even wearing their swords or had their bows. They were obviously pretty reliant on the guards outside. Two out of the five were armed, both with swords. The rest were weaponless, and didn't even have the signiture steel pauldrons on.

"Let's go in." Instructed Darach. "Fast and ruthless." He stormed down, Tomas behind him.

The nearest Legionnaire was unarmed. He picked up a Dwarven bowl to defend himself against Darach.

Tomas targeted one of the armed ones, who was just standing up. Tomas splayed his palms at the man, hands glowing. The soldier flew backward and smashed into the wall at a high velocity, immediately out cold.

That left three unoccupied soldiers, only one of who was armed.