Board Thread:Role Play/@comment-26253133-20160618172131/@comment-26253133-20160618182907

The young man was tempted to do a face palm, but then a loud horn blew out. The order knights looked towards the southern gate, only to see the Parkton Militia. Man;y were well armed, with sword & shield fighters at the front, and crossbows behind them. Even behind them, many more armed soldiers held various weaponry, and stone-cold expression on their faces. All of the soldiers present in that force wore steel-plated armor, and leggings with various degrees of decorate design.

"Ah, there they are!" he turns to Ashlen.

"Though even with them, it'd be a big help if this friend of yours were to come." He cranes his neck.

"Where is your friend exactly?" as he asks this, the Parkton Militia and remaining order knights charge at each other, with steel clanging against steel, and arrows flying.