Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26065062-20161214123007/@comment-26065062-20170126134039

That night, as the moon rises and Gwyddion is cresting a small rise near Rickmond, a cry goes up and the alarm horns are sounded. "Awake! Fear, fire, foes! Awake, awake! Fire, foes!"

A drum starts beating and hunting horns answer those in the city. A few minutes later, a dull Boom sounds again and again. Armoured knights and levymen start running toward the walls, pikes, blades and bows in hand. A fire starts burning in the West Quadrant.

"To the keep! The walls are being overrun! To the keep!" a dozen or more voices shout across the city, but needlessly, as people, soldiers and commonfolk alike, are already running to the Great Keep of Asgerd. Soon enough, parties of howling half-mad warriors with dirty blonde beards and wild hair start running through the streets as well, though most are engaged and destroyed by contingents of the soldiers. In less than an hour, the gates of the Second Wall slam shut, cutting off a goodly portion of the northern and western parts of the city.