Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20181003033252/@comment-25808351-20181003235902

The fields outside Montegrado were a buzz of spectacularly unusual activity. Marcus watched atop his horse as the battle raged. Husks swarmed the walls, showing little effect from the missile fire the walls. Arrows and catapult ammo rained like water, but to little effect.

Marcus Jaghund, renown sellsword of legend, looked over the signed contract sent to him, requesting help. He sneered at the minuscule bounty posted on the notice. But his honor demanded action. He tucks away the parchment and draws his Greatsword. The blade is unlike any in it’s weight and sharpness. He bucks his horse and glides down the hill toward the opposition.