Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140614015650/@comment-5543592-20140619011210

Efmrider wrote: "Looks like we don't need to go on the road--they've come to us!" said Brighid, looking over Lee's shoulder. "We better go."

(BRB--I'm about to steal a ring and plant it is someone's pocket.  It will take all my concentration.) (Good luck!)

"Agreed." Emrey drew his sword, and stepped outside. Felix, the Legate's assistant from before, staggered into the group's camp. He had multiple stab wounds covering the front of his body.

"Legate... needs... you..." Were the last words he uttered before collapsing to the ground. Emrey understood. They were fighting a losing battle, the Legion was utterly unprepared. Although they had numerical strength, they didn't stand a chance against the sheer fighting power of the Chorrol-ians. The Legate had a last minute plan to insure

"Alright everyone, form up around me!  We're fighting our way to the Legate's tent!" And with that, multiple Chorrol soldiers decided on the group's camp, carrying torches and silver swords.