Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150109114215/@comment-24696651-20150124143140

A month passed.

Luciun lounged in his throne, awaiting Madanach's coming. His army was ready, and had begun a raid on Falkreath watchtower, but until the meeting concluded, he had to wait. His servants were laying out a feast on the table before him, with venison steak, the finest white bread, wine, roast chicken, eggs, sauces and all the rest of it. He was a little annoyed that Madanach insisted on keeping Bilegulch, seeing as it was actually part of Falkreath in the fourth era, but he had had a map drawn showing both Bilegulch and Sungard were in Falkreath. He knew well that borders in that time were volatile, and it wouldn't be unreasonable to have Bilegulch and Sungard in Falkreath. He had informed his guards to watch out for Madanach, and had organised for the refugees to go out looking for farmland. The merchants he had told to cheer for Madanach as he entered.

Meanwhile, at Falkreath watchtower, the forces of Luciun were assembling, lead by Sigmund of the Jerall, an ally of Luciun. They had five hundred forest skirmishers, equipped in light leather armour from slain deer, and a force of about fifty nobles clad in steel plate were with them. Sigmund rode up to the fort.

"How yet resolves the leader of this fort? Surrender, and you shall be spared. Resist, and you shall suffer."