Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160910175125/@comment-24736819-20161001011631

(Lol, my phone's autocorrect 'trolled' me. No, there is no one there anymore and before you ask, the weaponry is disabled. Perien's army got there awfully fast, eh?)

Once inside Emeric's chamber, the Prowlers started to search the place aiming to find something useful.

Meanwhile, Dùlan quickly traveled back to his Lord.

Tormund leaded one side of the Farruners atop the walls, accompanied by his crewmembers, Knight-Captain Donel Vici and the Seaborn Knights, Captain Harriseux and the Ghost Serpent crew and the bosmeri archers of the Wooden King, leaded by their captain, Azeth. While the otherside of the forces divided by the breach was leaded by Farraud and the Red Company, alongside the wide-chested fellow redguard and captain of the Hammer of the Desert, Kali'kar. Lord Lucius Farr's forces and Captain Lokregar's crew were also fighting side by side with the redguards.

Duke Vladir watched everything from afar, able to see where few would even manage to spot blurs. He was bored and the stench of deadfolk was merely a nuisance to the ancient vampire, he had seen and lived everything and still he answered Tormund's call for war to avenge some feeble-minded lesser being whom he never deemed much.

Vladir wasn't just bored, he realized that now. He was tired, all of those years walking over Nirn and still he found curious how men never changed. Honestly, he didn't expected them to change but at least evolve a little... Vladir was an optimist. Men were not capable to evolve, not willingly. They needed to be forced, to be transformed. Not all of them, though... Some men, most men were nothing but a good meal to be savoured alongside a nice wine.

Vladir Draluc knew what that tiny, annoying feeling was. The Duke of the Vampires was afraid, he was finally seeing some reason in his General's speech. It seemed that Eirearch could be right, aftee all...