Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200714201818/@comment-29038468-20200725090217

"No estimation, the scouts can't get close enough without arousing suspicion, literally. If I had to put a number on it, I'd say their forces encompass our by at least ten fold. So, yeah, not great." Sal explains. "As for our own strength, this place is built to hold one thousand five hundred troops along with the supplies needed to keep their living comfy. At max this place could hold double that but supplies would be scarce, there wouldn't be enough to feed them a for a week. If you really had to push it, then four thousand. That would be the most people you could fit here, the only trade off is that there's no room for any training or any supplies. You'd have to get rid of the armaments this place has as well. That's it, you try to fit anymore people here and you're making camps outside the walls. Take my word for it, I helped design and build this place. Gwyndolyn says messing around with the Automaton's circuits. "And another thing...Well, I see that you all have moved on from the subject. Fine, very well! Then let's talk plans, I'm thinking along the lines of cloning. Doubling our troops via magic should help yes?" Tiff asks with a smug grin. Gwendolyn stops and looks at her. "Did you not just hear what I said? We only have so much room here! We have to keep our supplies to keep ourselves situated! How dense can one Witch be!?" She yells at her.