Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-26288702-20161102213534

(Meanwhile)

An impatient Godfrey sits atop his horse, his arms folded, tapping his finger against his armor. Wulf maintains a quite, reserved and stoic mood. He watches the castle like a hawk, looking for any signs of disturbance. The remaining troops in the Order army still number at 40,000. They are scattered into small groups huddled around bonfires, enjoying whatever previsions they had brought. The field was a sea of activity. Some smoking, others talking of past battle, some writing home, several enjoying some grog they brought, few were reading, the most devoted sharpened their blades. All passing the time one way or another.

Godfrey:"I've had it, I can longer sit here and let that monster fortify his castle. We attack now! Commander!" Godfrey shouts at his underling. "Muster the men, ready the catapults and activate the remaining titans!

Wulf:"RELAY THAT ORDER!" Wulf's voice booms with power. "We. Wait! Attacking now is suicide. We must give the three warriors that went in more time... Unless you want to challenge Armata personally, lead the way. Yes, we will follow you into that den of spite and malice without hesitation." Conrad say sarcastically to his fellow general.

Godfrey showing his true colors, backs away. Conrad watched intently as Godfrey accepts defeat and trots off. A small smile forms on Wulf and he returns his attention to the castle.