Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140620195216/@comment-3293219-20140621232337

It was late at night and Camp Alessia was settling down, all patrols had returned to base and the only members of Irvine’s gang that remained outside of the town or the main complex were the guards, who patrolled the walls.

None of them could see but they were being watched, by a Bosmer, a Dunmer and a Nord, who hid in the bushes, outside of the camp’s fences. They looked through the mesh fence, occasionally glancing to the barbed wire, looking for weaknesses…

“This place… I heard that it burned to the ground…” Jaryl whispered, his voice riddled with hate.

“Looks like it survived… Rose from the ashes or something…” Alarik sighed, his hands trembled as he felt incredibly uncomfortable, being within view of this place. He had heard the horror stories about Irvine and Colm, their ‘community.’

“Like a cockroach…” Jaryl grumbled, looking over to Theis.

“You gotta plan?”

The Nord glared at him, narrowing his eyes.

“Yeah, I have a plan for this exact situation, which I’ve just been itchin’ to use!” The Nord hissed, taking his frustrations out on what was left of his group.

“Alright… Just askin,’ you people know more about this shit hole than I do…”

Jaryl went back to studying the compound, before them stood a mesh fence, which could be cut through, in order to enter, then the group could run between the fences and enter through one of the gates.

It was a long shot but getting killed to save the life of a young girl was much better than getting killed on some… Rage fuelled attempt at revenge.

“Get your weapons ready… We’re goin’ in…”