Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150217115838/@comment-32663439-20150217195649

(Grektiv is the highest level general in all of the Kaldtfrelser forces, therefore denoting that he has control over an army that might even have more units at their desposal than Vulcan.)

Kodlak looked to Thryssa. "Sometimes I fear that I won't be enough. To be perfectly honest, I don't trust any of your uncle's lackeys. Anyone who abuses their niece probably doesn't hold her in the highest regards. Or cares enough to put good men standing by to protect her." He grimaced, watching the black armored guards in the seats.

Kodlak smiled. "Alright, I'm sure you'll love it." He and Petra left, entering a large courtyard. In fact, the courtyard was so large that it didn't seem like it would possibly fit inside the confines of the entire palace. It was much more of a park than a garden. A small lake occupied the center of the park, and various plants were seen throughout. Almost all of them looked exotic, few of them native to Skyrim. They were all beautiful, and in full bloom. Birds chirped and flew throughout, and lazy bumblebees buzzed to a new source of pollen. Swans glided across the lake. A tree much like the Gildergreen in Whiterun sat at the far side of the park, in full bloom and with leaves like cherry blossoms. The entire place was vibrant, yet calm and relaxing.

(It's a complicated process of swapping two locations out magically, so they occupy opposite spaces. So where this garden once was, the smaller, snowy courtyard is sitting now. From an aerial view, it looks much, much smaller, and it can't be entered via the top. Only when accessed via one of the doors will its full size be seen.)

"What do you think?" Kodlak asked, gesturing to the beautiful park.

Another aspect of Kodlak appeared in Windhelm, entering through the gates by foot (*cough cough all you retards who can't just ask nicely to enter the city cough cough*) (jk btw). He approached Etaret, saying "Hello, Etaret, what's the issue?"

"Sure," Vanessa said. "I'd love one."

"But if you awake from the dream, don't you lose your ability to shape it?" Lucina asked.