Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-30797179-20170203014636

In Cheydinhal
Count Andel Indarys rode through the city gatehouse with his retinue of bodyguards. The streets were flooded with busy soldiers, clearing a path for their count. As Count Andel trotted up the street he looked at some of the soldiers, young and old. Some were fresh city guards, some were rabble armed with farming equipment, some were wounded soldiers wearing the sigils of Bruma.

The men looked up as if waiting for a proclomation. The Count stopped outside the cathedral, a crowd of men gathered around.

"Battle will soon be upon us again, the fate of the Empire is in us. We will teach the Nords, Bretons and Redguards the reason the Imperials ruled over them for centuries." The crowd seemed pleased, a refreshing boost was given to them; The loss of Bruma was humiliating but they were going to redeem themselves vigorously.

"Blood, and steel, for the Empire!" The Count cheered, arousing a great huzzah from his men, Andel smirked at Legate Calvos who was mounted on his steed beside him.

Cheydinhal was already preparred for a siege, ditches were dug deep and palisades and earthworked were erected guarding the gatehouse. More trees were felled near the town so that it couldnt provide the enemy with coverage, and to fortify the walls and to build shelters for the troops who were encamped along the streets. After all it was late in the year, half way through Sun's Dusk. Heavy rains were already beginning, providing a preview of what was going to worsen over the next few weeks.