Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150127181142/@comment-29559990-20150130201032

(Also, Billy, regarding the conversation last night, you had a very poor choice of words. "I work on my own" may or may not come back to bite ye in the arse. In this RP, or the next ;).)

(And just so were clear, it's a joke.)

Vordel and crew were camped out near the city, where the oppressive rule of the Dwemer's was almost over. Vordel was waiting for his favorite music piece to hit: The sound of cannonballs ringing out and smashing into the walls that protected the city.

Sure enough, the music came soon. There was an array of booms that echoed on the northern side of the city, followed closely by the sounds of solid rocks crumbling. Then there was screaming, and battle cries.

"That's are cue, boys!" Vordel Hollered. "Make ready the catapults! Tonight, we exterminate the Last of the Dwemers!"

The men cheered in agreement, and the catapults soon began tossing munitions down on the city. Shot after shot after shot after shot!

(Harold, you wanna take control of dis?)