Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-25038310-20150302170250

"My scouts and spies amongst the province of Skyrim managed to find out this - this supposed... Warlord sits on the throne of Whiterun, and a figure named Volsung is leader of Solitude." Xal-leel, the emmissary of the Shadowy Scales said.

The Shadow-Scales. A group of highky trained argonian spellswords and assassins seated in Argonia said. Less powerful than the Masked-Eyes, but still respected amongst many of them, including Jack. Guerrilla warfare and stealth, paired with a harsh environment that the Argonians had adapted to.

"Ofcourse, these are the two priests you fought, Masked-Eye." Xal-leel said, his voice sounding slightly grim. Jack quickly looked up, having sunk in thought again during the meeting.

"Yes, dear friend," Jack rose up from his seat. "I remember these names well, and the Warlord is the leader of this.. Cult." He said.

"So Whiterun is our main target?" A Woodelf clad in in brown leather armor and a brown hood asked.

"Yes," Jack said, turning to the bosmer. "However, Whiterun is in the very centre of Skyrim - which makes it a difficult target from our - no, any position. We have various other Holds that stand in our way, and many still remain and are able to aid Whiterun, even if we manage to get to them."

"This is quite a battle, Masked-Eye. Are we, the united organisations of assassins, thieves, spellswords and mages really the only ones to stand up to these petty priests?" A Nord in wolf armor scoffed.

Jack stared at the Nord for a moment, before his face turned in a smile. "Petty they are not, my friend. They are difficult enemies, but the Masked-Eyes have faced many others before and were victorious. Be it priests, clans, armies, Akaviri, or others.

And to answer your question, yes. There is another main force that is planning on fighting the dragon priests, although little is known of them at the moment. A clan called the Ghost-Wolves."

"The Ghost-Wolves? Ha! A good allie, but-"

"Not an allie, my dear Victor. Merely the enemy of our enemy. Their Matriarch, Clan Ghost-Wolves is, I believe, assembling their forces." Jack said.

"I see. So us, and them. Noone else? "

"I am not sure, Victor. But we will remain vigilant and I'll personally notify you if another part arrives." Jack nodded, smiling. The Nord nodded in turn, silent now.

"Meeting dismissed." Marcus Masked-Eye, leader of the Masked-Eyes themselves spoke. A figure with autority. Jack, as well as the other emmisaries left the room.

Marcus Masked-Eye. A scary and silent individual. A man of many and little words at the same time. Jack had not seen Marcus in months, and when he did, they talked little. Jack sas his own father as a colleague. A fellow assassin and thief. His mentor. Not a father.

He had been absent - gone from the Masked-Eyes for much of his teenage and young adult life. He was practically raised by witches, close to the town of Riverwood.

When he eventually came back, little was said against his father. Not a hug - not a word. Just a handshake of the man and an encouraging nod.

The distance between him and his father hadn't increased, nor decreased. The only things the two talked about were war strategies, orders to train, or simply greeting each other silently.

"Jack." A voice boomed from behind him.

Jack turned around, and a glimmer of hope appeared deep inside him. A conversation? He thougth, hoping. "Yes, father?" He said, his voice sounding monotone.

"Go train for the upcoming battle, my son." He simply said, walking past Jack and joining the other emmisaries that were walking down the hallway.

"Yes. Of course." Jack said, slightly bowing as he hurried through the training hall.