Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140515165903/@comment-24449631-20140515192015

Crops and food had been rapidly stacked up into a large storage in the keep, filling up stock would be best, since there was no way of telling how long this seige could last.

By now, also most citizens who were unable to battle had been moved to Shor’s Stone and Greenwall.

Women with families and children, the elderly or just the weak had all left Riften, turning the population predominantly male. However, some sisters of Skyrim also stayed behind to fight.

Mages, there were few, and most of them were healers anyway. So ranged magic attacks didn’t really seem to be an option.

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Rowan stretched his neck.

The hornless steel helmet he had on his head made his neck feel cold whenever he leaned to much back.

Like most Nords of the city. He was anxious.

So he, his father, Heppni, and his friend, Viktor, had banded together on a post just inside the city walls, near the south gate. Where they would wait until the attack began.

