Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20170602072721/@comment-31595069-20170604053804

The real Curt peered from beind WHiskey inside the entrance of the fort. The sight they saw up close was a bad sight. Walls were torn apart, massive gashes were left behind like a beast rampaged through the treets. There was also blood, but lots of it seems to have been washed away.

A fort like this could hold a few hundred men. And there was no sign of a single soldier. "Woah...we missed a party..." He spoke.