Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160717190130

(Damn dude!)

Some of the foot soldiers are now dead, but several hundred remain. The ballistas go about their task with brutal efficiency, and the landscape is quickly becoming a maze of fallen trees, each at least as big around as a horse is long. Some of the ballistas are firing bombs, destroying trees and what few ground buildings remain in enormous explosions. Severa have caught fire, and the air is now awash in roaring flame, threatening to trap the remaining Harpies in a fiery death.

One of the Order paladins sees what Hound has done. He shouts and points, getting tje.others' attention. One of the ballistas is laboriously pointed his way, its hook replaced with an explosive. It fires at him, the projectile flying through the air...

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Regina nods as the wagon begins. "They're frightened, Praetor.  And I can't blame them.  The entire reason we wanted to stay in Whitemarch is because of its peace.  I suppose no place is truly safe anymore." She rides in silence for a minute. "I appreciate your looking out for us, Praetor.  I do.  And I know Ibrahim puts his trust in you.  But I won't leave Whitemarch until Aegis is back.  We can't leave her behind.  We'll stay in the capital, and try to help the other refugees until she does.  But we're not leaving yet." Her face is stoic.