Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28927430-20160711235724/@comment-28358106-20160712053541

Hound finds me waiting outside, standing in the shadow of the gate. I hold up my hand as he approaches to get his attention.

"I'm sorry, Hound, I really am.  I wanted to stay, but there's a problem.  I've been summoned by the Regent.  She's had reports come in, from the north, and the west."

I run my fingers through my hair, disturbed. "That brigade of mercenaries?  It's not a brigade.  It's an army.  A dozen divisions.  They've been spotted mustering outside Etrugia, and even in the Iverian ranges out west.  The Harpies spotted them.  They're driving about twelve thousand refugees out, all into Whitemarch. And, they reported other things."

I hesitate. "They spotted a banner."

(Clocking out. Eta 8 hours.)