Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-28358106-20171027142353

(S9/Blue team) Eothred glares at the advice-giver. "I was waiting on the signal. Bloody striplings, think they know everything." He grumbles the last part to himself, his voice muffled in his helmet.

Grabbing his halberd and slipping it onto his back, he stands and steps over to the corral. His horse waits there, a dappled gray, lostlessly pawing the ground with his hoof. Eothred hoists himself onto the saddle and, clapping his visor down, gives his mount an affectionate pat on the neck before spurring off, taking off at a full gallop and disappearing into the forest.