Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-9075949-20170131225431

Maximus sat down on a chair that was richly adorned with red leather and gold, intricate lining.

"The truce that I have signed with the Aurean King, Ylgar Hadebrandsson, is a short term peace treaty that I intend to use to get some time to negotiate with Eradhril." he said -- Meanwhile.....

The Waterfront was lazy as always. The sun was shining, and two Altmer soldiers sat at a table outside, playing cards. Their breath suddenly became visible as the temperature dropped and the sky darkened. They both grinned, knowing what, or rather who, is coming. An Imperial soldier approached the edge of the docks and pulled out a telescope. He looked in and through the deep fog that formed on Lake Rumare, he could see a large ship which looked jagged and evil. It bore the flag of the Aldmeri dominion, a black eagle on a golden backdrop, and had a white flag on the other mast, signalizing it arriving with peaceful intent. The ship soon docked, and two soldiers dressed in what seemed to be bones and steel armour walked down the icy ramp that lowered. They were followed by two officers, and soon after a mage and Eradhril himself. The Imperial soldier stood silent, shaking from both the cold, and to a lesser degree, fear.