Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150309093937/@comment-1592115-20150312173032

Nicola: ""Fine work, you've reclaimed your lands, go get some rests."

He ordered his undead army to go back to sleep... forever.

Harena: "Hey look, there's a forge, it looks unusual, and it's now glowing green!"

Nicola: "Aye! The Luna Forge, folklores said it's built by a rare breed of albino Argonian, Seath-The-Scaleless, he used this forge to craft an usual sword, the Moonlight Greatsword. Said to contain a raw source of Sorcery, the Aetherium, projected from the Revenant whom his name is now untold. By crafting it, it absorbs its latent power, which it can shoot an arc of wave towards the enemies, yes, an Aetherium Weapon."

They picked up some Malachites and Moonstones near the forge, and crafted a glowing Glass Greatsword under the moonlight.

Herana: "Hey look! It actually works?! Seath must be magnificant!"

Nicola: "Let me have a swing."

He swings the Moonlight Greatsword, but there's no sword beam coming out from the sword whatsoever.

Nicola: "Now that's a huge disappointment."

Harena: "At least we now have a unique lucky charm, the others can never dream for it."

Harena kisses Nicola's cheek.

Nicola: "Eh?!"

Harena: "My, dearest, Nicola~!"

Aldion: "What about the forge? Should we give it to Whiterun or claim it to our own?"

Nicola: "Give it to Whiterun, but we'll consider becoming the first one to invest on the land, as for the survivors, send them to the cages, we'll carry them to Riverwood base, they'll speak out more secrets, or becoming our new recruits."

Aldion: "Oh yes, how about the dead? aren't we supposed to bury them?"

Nicola: "Nah, that'd be a waste of resource, besides, a good rest is not for them, they're now my necromantic properties, well, bury the men behind Riverwood so we can deploy them anytime they want, for the lads, keep them fresh with emblaming skills, I want a couple more beautiful collections... for personal uses."

Harena: "That sounds peculiar, but quite ambitious, you sound like a well organized leader."

Aldion: "Poor bandits..."

Nicola: "Sigh! Don't you want beautiful women displayed at our bases?"

Aldion: "Why not?"

They sent a letter to the Bannered Mare and Riverwood, telling the guards there to reclaim the camp.