Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20180719013139/@comment-34818102-20180720012713

"But then there was our doom. A Titanic ram, breathing bale fire, it was manned by what may have been the strongest ogres The Wood had corrupted, as their skin blocked all but dedicated fire from The Cannon. And my Blade, Pandemonium. The Ram had the visage of a dragon of old, and its eyes contained malice only matched by it's dark master! With a single blow the gates shuddered and splintered, hanging on by a thread! While it prepared to strike again me and my companions used one of the besieging ladders to get down and drive it from the gate! It's head is now a trophy of my father. Mounted upon the wall." She said the latter half of the end of her tale with a satisfied undertone, not enough to interfere with her story telling but enough to show her pride at what she supposedly did.