Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140805192450/@comment-25101508-20140824165743

"Milite Sungate! Immune Crow-Eye! Auxliarry Miles! Centurion Jacot! Your shifts are over!" a guard from across the courtyard.

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Rostei tried to hit Corentin the way he ordered her to.

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The party (The party with Sander, Marnach, etc.) reached their destination: a cliff overlooking a camp.

"What time is it, Ratach?" the commander asked.

"Around four."

"Good. Men, take this and paint your faces. Ratach, light the fire in 20 minutes."

Ratach handed everyone a small bowl of red paint.