Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-30797453-20170201181706

Meanwhile.....

Upon a small hill stood a small pavillion, which overlooked a vast sea of tents which had occupied the area in a place of Morrowind known as the Deshann Plains. Proud and mighty  Lord Indoril looked out at the city of tents which extended further than the eye could see, many of the great houses forces had assembled for war with Lord Indoril being selected from the Council for the honour of leading due to success against the Argonians during the Accession war.

Three days from now he and his grand army would soon be crossing the Valus mountains and into eastern Cyrodill where they would bring the tide of war back in the favour of the Empire, if the Councils envoy succeeded in getting the message to the Emperor. Indoril lusted for a chance to kill the Nordic dogs and their Redguard pets, and if possible destroy the golden elves too, though he knew as well as any Mer that the Empire lacked balls.