Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141213173915/@comment-5543592-20141229033703

Barely any Legionnaires remained, yet they seemed determined to fight to the death.

The group finished the last of them off, with Darach slaying the last.

"Come on, the final chamber must be just back there." Said Tomas. As the group pushed onward they ran across the winding bridge, which ended in a ramp up into another hallway.

They ran smack into a Centurion. While this machine was in prime condition it was entirely inactive, still in it's holding-frame-thing.

The group made a right turn and entered a grand hall.

The group walked in on Hummel and some of his remaining men, Tribune Baxter and Queastor McCoy, packing up. The two Captains, Darrow and Frye, stood off to the side, fiddling with their weapons. Tomas waved his hand for them to get to cover behind a nearby Dwarven pipe

“Excuse me, Legate…” Started Darrow, once he had secured his throwing knife belt. He looked angry. His sword was drawn and resting at his side. “…but what about the gods-damned gold?”

Tomas looked to the group with a questioning look, wait a bit, or attack now?

(So, wait a bit or attack?)