Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-26103034-20160218132103

(Refreshing after I'd posted worked, even though it didn't before)

15th of Sun's Height

The Prince of Skaven's horse buckled at the sight of a dead Imperial, causing the skeevers to run in panic.

"Woah there, steady, steady... good. Good girl, Cinders."

Behind him rode his two bodyguards and a small squad of five men.

"Friends, we approach Thorstad. Prepare yourselves. We may not be welcomed. Governer Stauss is lazy, but that does not mean we are safe."

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"Oy, Ret, 'e's 'ad enough of yeh. Good thing to, stinkin' beggar."

The beggar looked up sadly, before the guards grabbed him by the arms, dragging him to the gates, leaving a slight trail of blood from his knees. They reached the gates at the same time as several armoured Redguards.

"An' wha' 'ave we 'ere? Think we got ourselves some visitors," laughed the first guard, preparing to throw the beggar out. He stopped laughing, however, when the Prince's sword appeared underneath his chin.

"This man," hissed the Prince, "is under my protection. Don't nod. Just let him go. Edrine, Silla, help him up."

The guard gulped, and let the beggar go as the two soldiers dismounted and helped him up.

"Leave your weapons here.  Silla will stay with you, and ensure you don't try anything."

The Redguard woman nodded as the guards lay down their weapons and Edrine mounted again. They rode through the small village, recieving strange glances from the inhabitants but enountering no trouble until they reached the main hall.

They all dismounted, but they found the door blocked by two nervous looking guards.

"N-no passage allowed. Th-the Governer is b-busy," said the woman on the left.

"I only wish to speak with him," said Jawan, "I'm sure he'll be alright with it."

The woman nodded, and moved her halberd out the way, as did her counterpart. Jawan entered the hall, with a great roaring fire in the middle and tables surrounding it, covered in food. At the end of the hall, sat a fat, balding man wearing fine cothes covered in grease and sweat.

"Who are you?" he shouted, staring at the armoured men arriving in his hall.

"Edrine, door," said Jawan quietly, before facing the man, "We have come to request that you step down, Stauss. Power will be handed to a member of this villiage, elected by the citizens of this villiage. If, however, they vote to put you back in power, that will be done. This villiage will then become part of Skaven. Are you agreed?"