Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20170213053613/@comment-25389303-20170520213234

"Volt, gather your men, you're taking first watch," Canna said into his comms. He had spied a fairly tall yet shaky-looking watchtower at the edge of the base when he had arrived, and decided it would be a good vantage point from which he could draft up some plans for tomorrow's assault on the city.

When he arrived, he found the stone structure in an even worse state than he had previously thought. Half of the lower building was destroyed, leaving it standing precariously on only three of its walls. Inside was equally as bad, with the staircase having since collapsed into rubble. Luckily, the top of the tower appeared mostly intact.

He walked back outside and, after concentrating for a few seconds, leapt high into the air to the third floor. At the peak of his jump he scraped his boots down on the stone wall and propelled himself even further up the tower. At the top he reached forward and grasped firmly onto the edge of the roof with his hands, before swinging himself feet-first through a broken window.

Canna landed on the wooden floor with a soft thump, and quickly scanned the room for anything of interest. In the corner of the room were several crates and a barrel filled with large rolls of paper, which upon closer inspection turned out to be several surprisingly detailed maps of the surrounding area.

These will be useful, Canna thought to himself, as he leant down and flipped an overturned table back onto its legs and pushed a rickety chair into place. Several minutes later he was studying several of the maps spread across its dark wooden surface, and plotting their next move with renewed determination.