Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140710003207/@comment-5583506-20140711200532

The Flayed Bitch docked at an abandoned harbor at the east side of the city while The Mangy Mongrel and The Bloody Hound circled around the city to provide fire support. The Red Dog was to remain on watch for the dragon and make sure it didn't interfere with the taking of the city.

Gregorius suited up. His men crowned him with a helmet suitable for his title. It was made of iron and as black as soot, in the shape of a terrifying, snarling wild dog. He drew "Tension" from its scabbard and marched ashore with fifty men.

"To me, men!" his voiced boomed from within the helmet. "Let us trample these cowards to the dust!"