[WFRP] The Bloody Crown XIII

[LCP]

Jarla & Tatiana

Almost as soon as Jarla had taken his bridle, Bastard reared up on his hind legs, doing his best to force her to either let go or be dragged off her feet. The animal was testing her, she knew - if she let him get what he wanted by throwing his weight around, he would have established that he was the one in charge.

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Can I get a Strength test to see if Jarla can keep her feet?

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Sieghard

The Thorns' tents still remained behind, along with the overcrowded handful of spares that had been handed out to the labourers. One empty wagon and a pair of battered handcarts had been set aside for them, standing apart from where the Maneaters were loading up the heavy parts of Alvarr's trebuchet. Father Hechsler was sitting on one, squinting into the bottom of his hip-flask.

The men Sforza had left behind to help numbered about twenty-five in total. Dirty, hungry and thin, they looked confused and a little discontented at being left behind. Sitting on rocks or pacing idly between the tents, they watched the massive figures of the ogres tying down the last of the catapult pieces with uncertainty in their eyes.