Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150407230816/@comment-5583506-20150412183054

"Clan Blood Raven, Clan Ghost Oak, Clan Bone Obelisk, Clan Frost-Fang, Clan Wraith's Paw and Clan Snow-Fox have all joined up behind our banner", said Valkyrie.

The Iron Hound laughed out loudly in what seemed to be a snarling sound. "You really scraped the bottom of the kettle here, didn't you?"

Valkyrie turned red with restrained anger, but did her best not to show it. Many of those clans had been oathsworn allies to the Ghost-Wolves for as long as they had their history.

"Clan Blood Raven? Really?" shrugged the Gorehound leader. "Is Androval Mandus looking for some other relatives to fuck? And the Ghost Oaks?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Valuable as their trees might be and skillful their smiths might be, but warriors? No. Not a single one of them. The only reason they are still alive is because nothing is able to pierce through their armor, but that doesn't make them capable fighters. Clan Bone Obelisk however... that is interesting. Would never have thought that the Argonians would interfere in this struggle. The Frost-Fangs? Hmm, I have to admit that I find that old crone Haridsvari's tongue to be more sharp than their blades, but they have a long line of fighters so I will give them that."

Valkyrie couldn't see the man's face, but she knew that he was smiling at her... and not in a favourable way.

"Clan Wraith's Paw? So the kitten thinks that this battle will make him an experienced Patriarch, does he? I have heard that the little virgin has a great mind for tactics, but lacks the courage to share his opinions. Perhaps my presence on the field might help him change that persona?"

When the Iron Hound had said that last sentence, Valkyrie felt a flicker of hope in her heart. It sounded for a moment like he was really keen on the idea of joining up with them. Now it all came down to the answer if he would...

"Clan Snow-Fox..." The large man tasted on the word. "They are not going to be a problem, are they? I know that old bastard Jagvar Icebreaker wants to fulfill some old grudge he holds against me..."

"I can't answer for him", said Valkyrie. "I can only speak for my own."

"Really?" The Gorehound leader took a couple of steady, threatening steps towards the woman towering up in front of her like a mountain of rusted steel. "And what about Clan Ghost-Wolf? Is your clan going to be a problem... or wasn't enough of you werewolves slaughtered during The Wolf Trap?"

Ouch...