Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160803204722

I scan the battlefield for Conrad, with the Herald dead he is my next target. Much to my disappointment I do not see him. The stilettos of soldiers clash in the smoke and flame of the battlefield, while random volleys of arrows and artillery rain down, scattering a handful of people here and there. "Where the hell is Wulf?!" I shout in frustration.