Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141113105035/@comment-2165692-20141125110905

Naerion walked up to the highest point. "And so all our forces are gathered, Nelthars, Blackguards, Vampires. The time draws ever closer and at dusk we will march on Markarth. We will wrest it from the grip of the Jarl and the high king. We will destroy all who oppose us. Blood, Gold, Silver, all you wish for will be fulfilled in WAR!" He raises his fist, The Nelthar's cheer.

Nelganis stands among the Nelthars together with Thormir.

Nelthro was waiting atop a wall near Markarth, he knew that soon as dusk fell the Nelthars under Naerion would attack with an army bolstered by Mercenenaries and Vampires. He looks up at the sky. "Well Nait. I suppose your son carries on your wish. This is the day you waited for. Yet if it was you, and not your son. You would have convinced me as well. You even had the chance to become emperor." He looks down again, closes his eyes and sighs then vanishes.