Drex smiles, a smile that is somewhat unnerving. He pulls a cord on his peacebound battleaxe and it comes free from his pack into his hand. Gripping it fiercely, he exits the tavern, ready for action.
Rydell Grabs his bow, pulls his cloak's hood over his head, and draws his gleaming red blade as he sprints out the door
Valax runs outside, shouting "Himmel-død!". The giant bird perching on the room screeches, then flies in the air, creating a small cloud of hay. He then takes his Greataxe and follows his tavern companions, while telling surprised natives "I am a friend! I have a writ!"
Fesk stands and quickly moves to the front door, he looks outside for any evidence of attack and to find patches of shadow and he then sprints for a patch of shadow that he determines to be closest to the action.
Vors Kiljayden lumbers up to the inn, looking for a quiet moment to wet his throat with ale, after spending the last several hours on Gate Duty. As his fingers touch the wood of the inn door, the all-too-familiar gongs rings out.
With speed born of constant practice, Vors unsheaths his longsword while removing his shield from his back.
"Gods-damned orcs! Where are they?!"
Vors looks for familair faces of The Watch for instruction.
Player 1 on board
Here and ready
Only 3 more needed... you ready
Mi Lady Elf is on
AM I last? Lets play!