Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-25382277-20140906235620

Fokiir and Valenius were alreay past Ivarstead. They had been pushing their horses quite hard, made few breaks only. But the horses were now too exhausted and they had to rest for a bit longer in the pinewoods of the Rift. They were near Lake Hornrich, the squad could see Riften from here, though far away.

"As far as I'm informed, the invasion came from the south-east - east. We can't see anything through the pinewood though, and on the western side, there's just the lake. No troops at all.", Valenius said.

"Hmm... I can't really see much, either. There's some people running around it seems... not sure what's happening over there."

They set up a camp for the night to come, a bit off the roads. After a little while, Fokiir went to the lake again, looking if anyhting had changed.

"Look! Someone just rushed out one of the houses on the lakeside and jumped over the balcony... not sure who that guy belongs to, but doesn't look like Imperial armor."

"What?", Valenus got up immediately and ran to Fokiir to look for himself across the lake from afar.

"They must be within the city walls! That's good news!", he almost shouted happy but then got musing:

"I only hope they make sure to take some prisoners... ", mumbled the Imperial, seemingly convinced the invasion would be succeeding.

"But we can't trust on that. Which is why we must be there in time.", he continued. "Because... I want You to thrall some of them, so we can get as much information as possible. I fear they'll end up dead if we don't hurry..." The Legate started to laugh after he spoke that sentence.

"I never thought I'd ever care for the fate of my enemies..." His face turned serious again:

"We've got no time to lose, give the horses something to eat, then we're off."