Cornered
Posted: Nov 23, 2018, 1:59pm
Majvoc ran in to the centre of the group glad to see that at least half of them had the sense to draw weapons.
"What is it?" Balar asked.
"Bloody Legion of Sol and Sisters of the Old. They will be here any moment."
As if on cue a thick black arrow shaft struck the ground in the centre of the group and the shapes of men and women armed for battle began to emerge from the snow Laden mists.
"Put down your weapons and surendor." Chimed a male voice from amidst the aproaching warriors.