Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5543592-20170402180422

And so the Outsiders pressed on for Mercer Island.

They arrived at the bridge in the late afternoon, as the Sun sunk lowerer in the west. They arrived at the bridge to Mercer Island, a relatively short crossing, only perhaps half a mile long and six car lanes wide. The daylight had dulled to an orange colour that cast itself across the fog gathering on the bridge. Mist rose up from Lake Washington, and looked eerie beautiful as they crossed the bridge, like they entering some forgotten kingdom out of a fairytale.

Halfway down the bridge, they spotted a soldier of the Red Hand in his magnificent metal armor and carrying an assault rifle.

"Halt!" The Handsman called to them, holding up his rifle wardingly to show he meant business. "Who dares to enter Mercer Island?"