Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-25808351-20170127021442

The bells of the watch towers cry out. They ring as their wielders orchestrate them, violently sounding the alarm.

"To arms, TO ARMS!" A Zahmerian soldier shouts. Marcus ascends the stairs to the wall, he looks out over the black sheet that drapes the snow covered ground. He sniffs the air and peers out over the dark night.

"Armata, what do you see!...."