Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5583506-20150228150804

Meanwhile in a dark and secluded council room, somewhere on Nirn...

There were some troubled mumbling coming from the nobles gathered around the table. Had this really been a part of Schaefric's plan? Brightwall had survived the siege and now their invading force of the Empire had been completely obliterated. But at what cost? Lord Maximilian and the Three Sisters had been overthrown together with the three thousand heavily armed men. Even though Brightwall wouldn't stand a chance against a second siege, the interests in this particular city seemed to have died down for now.

"Ladies and gentlemen", said lord Shaefric from his dark corner. "I understand your concern for the failed invasion of Brightwall, but trust me when I say that domination over that rat-infested beggar's nest was never in our interests."

"Then why?!" exclaimed a noblewoman from her corner. "Why did we fund this operation if it had no real purpose?! Why did we throw our money into the sea?!"

Shaefric chuckled. "I don't recall forcing you, lady Cathy. But rest assured that everything is still going according to plan. Lord Maximilian was well aware of his utter defeat, but he went either way because he was a courageous man and because he saw potential in what the plan woul accomplish in long-way terms."

"Then what exactly was this purpose, lord Shaefric?" asked a dark and brooding voice to the left of the table. "Why did three thousand men die over and under the skies of Brightwall?"

"Lord Jaqurime, I take it?" said lord Shaefric and shrugged. "It's very hard to see who's sitting at your corner. Brightwall is now all but spent. The Empire is confused over the purpose of the attack. Even though our forces were heavily armed with technology only the finest scientists in the world could have provided, we were still beaten. And why, you ask?"

Lord Shaefric rose from his seat. "A new era is on the move, my lords and ladies. An era which will shake the very foundations of the world! It will be a golden age in which the mind shall rule over the craftmanship. For centuries the nobles have existed, but for one purpose; to declare that someone with the right name is in charge. But that's ridiculous! Prepostrous, to say the least! I want to give a meaning as to why the nobles should be in charge! A meaning which these vermin... these beggars... this... this government seems to have forgotten, and therefore everyone everywhere is now waddling about claiming to have rights which never existed in the first place! We boast the finest intellect this world has to offer! If it weren't for the wealth from our vaults, where would science get the fundings to provide new solutions for the poor? If it weren't for our armies, who would defend the countries against those who seek to destroy them! I want to remind them! I want everyone to remember... WHY... THEY... NEED... US! I WANT EVERYONE TO REMEMBER THE REASON WHY THE NOBILITY REIGNS SUPREME!"

The Council of Nobles smiled to one another and nodded in agreement.

"But alas, my lords and ladies", continued lord Shaefric. "In later years it seems that we have run into some resistance. Some people refuse to acknowledge everything the grand names have done for this world, mostly because of the fact that they were in fact of noble birth. Now people are starting to reflect whether or not nobility is necessary, and they are even considering the fact to remove the purpose of being 'noble' all together! This would mean that we are lowered to the same pitiful status as those miserable people who walk the streets, dragging behind their legs and doing... nothing! Is that the thanks our family names deserves for all the sacrifices they have made for centuries?! For all the scientific breakthroughs they have made for mankind, for all the gold they have funded the cities with and the armies they have spent?! This will not stand!"

"AYE!" shouted the council in unison.

Shaefric threw some documents onto the table. "And now there is talk of this man... This 'Wraith' as the commoners tend to call him. A noble fighting our cause! Such a disgrace must not be tolerated!"

Lord Jaqurime examined the documents. "Where... did he come from? Where does he fit in into all of this?"

"I don't know", sighed Shaefric. "But according to sources it was he who brought down the Three Sisters. The burning wreckages of The Bastard's Edge, the Dear Helena and the Tytarion, are his doing."

"Who is he?"

"We don't know. We do have some suggestions that he might have been someone we have dealt with in the past, seeing as he seemed quite familiar with lord Maximilian. But that's beside the point. We need to deal with him and fast. The people love him and he is seeking to equalise the titles of nobility!"

"How about an assassination?" asked lady Cathy.

Lord Shaefric shook his head. "Too obvious. We need something he cannot foretell." He then started to smile. "However... I have heard... rumors only, of course", he chuckled. "That there is a man... a nobleman... in Daggerfall with a certain interest for... uhm, let's call it 'various subjects'. How about a letter of invitation?"

The Council of Nobles nodded while Shaefric grabbed a hold of a pen and started to write:

Dear Wraith.

I, Axel Leclaire, hereby invite you to...