Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141123030234

"Sounds like a plan," Ranwulf nodded, promptly unsheathing his sword and letting his other hand drift near the handle of his axe. Veranwen hesitated, then readied her staff as Ranwulf led the company towards the ancient stronghold, trudging through the snow as swiftly and quietly as they could. As they drew closer, they could hear (and smell) their foes, seemingly shifting around the fire.

Unfortunately, while Veranwen had hoped there might be a way around the fire, there wasn't. The path went right past the Akaviri fortress, meaning that if they wanted to stay anywhere near the path, they'd pass right by the stronghold, where a massive gap in the stronghold's battlements would show them to their foes if they tried to simply walk past them on the path. Ranwulf brought the group over to the fortress wall and stopped them just beyond a crack in the wall, where they could see beyond the battlements and find out exactly what they were up against. Ranwulf pressed himself up against the wall and peered through the jagged divide, then whispered a curse and took a step back.

"I think you all might want to take a look at this," Ranwulf said, gesturing to the wall.