Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5543592-20170207191244

The Frumentarii leader led the group along, the rest of his men following far behind. They crossed a long distance, before a small of camp of red tents came into view. More Frumentarii were roaming around there, and once the group was led in, it was clear they'd have a tough time escaping.

The leader dismounted, and waved his men off. The eleven riders started off, likely back on a patrol of some kind.

The leader's horse was strange. It was obviously a product of the wasteland-- it was covered with bones and spines, which protruded all over it's body. The Radstallion's most viscious bones were on it's neck, where they grew longer and sharper, culmination in one massive, uneven bone sticking out the top of it's head. If this thing rammed or trampled you, you'd probably be torn to pieces.

He hitched the creature at a nearby hitching post. Many of the Frumentarii had come out to inspect the group, all baring weapons, and watched as the legionnaire led the nine of them deeper into the camp.