Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160717061350

(Does that mean you're going to Iveria, Hound?  Woof...split path.  Veeeery interesting.)

Outside, everyone is about ready to go. Working together, Antionette is helped into the cart as she groans in pain. Cosette weaves netting to hold her in place without restricting her. Regina is directing everyone efficiently, and Aurum is helping. By the looks of things, she hasn't told her anything yet.

Hound's steed takes off, his hooves pounding the earth faster than any mortal mount. Hound is coming, and hell is coming with him.

As he rides, he sees the harpies trickle off in number. Fewer are escaping, most having left, but he does occasionaly see one fall, likely from wounds they received as they fled, fatigue overtaking them at last.