Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141113105035/@comment-2165692-20141213110819

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: The Stormcloaks had finished getting ready and departed for Markarth. They brought two catapults from the fort with them, but other than that they didn't bring any more siege weapons.

Cristus and Rigmor marched near the front of the army. The Jarl's son, like always, played his lute to pass the time. Cristus managed to get him to play Ragnar the Red, the Stormcloak's favorite song. (I think their favorite would be the age of oppression either that or the tale of tongues.)

Nelthro was watching the stormcloaks march from a hill just afew meters above them ''And so it begins... Well, Naerion. Will you suceed and finish your fathers quest? Or will you simply die?''

A few dwarven spheres was on guard at the walls together with various ranged Nelthars. Nelganis was at the opening that the scout had left through during the Nelthar siege. He clenched his teeth. Someone left during that siege... He made the lightning strike just above, sealing the opening, he then looked at a trail of iron he had left around the city and into the cave. He used the conduction to transport himself straight to Naerion "Father, I found a hidden escape path. Someone left during the siege. But I sealed it, they won't come in from there."

"Damn it, by now they may have gathered their forces..." Naerion left the keep and sat down looking at his mask, thinking of his next move...