Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-29559990-20160224204758

~ 10th of Hearthfire

The Chancellor had made it back to the city of Necrom, and was ascending the massive staircase that led to Bloodclaw Keep, named so for the former keep of the Shadowblood Federation.

The Chancellor entered the throne room, where his King sat at the throne, awaiting the news.

"My leige, the discussions have gone abysmally, I'm afraid!" Meltella sighed. "Those brigands were in no moods for negotiations. They're arrows sent that message."

"So, these are simple bandits we're dealing with?" Krenvur asked, his voice menacing and echoing around the luxuruious room.

"Indeed."

"Then, there's no need for diplomacy," The King sighed. He was hoping to avoid bloodshed, but he also knew it'd be much simpler. The world would not miss these Bandits.

"Zidicath!" The King boomed, and upon cue, a Green-Skinned man dressed in an elegant attire appeared in a flash of smoke and fire, startling the Chancellor.

"You are in need of me?" The Dremorian Spy asked, a grin forming on his face.

"Fort Draloris," Krenvur stated. "A for filled with marauders. Kill their leaders, sabotage their weapons, and lower their defenses. I want that fort prepped for a seige in less than a month."

"You ask too little of me," Zidicath chuckled, as two more Dremora appeared at his side. "My men will have the Fort softened up by the time your armies arive."

"Excellent."