Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-28667390-20170128030954

Ylgar, still in the war room, called for his second-in-command, Otfried. "By Shor, lord of Sovngarde!" Otfried shouted, "What the hell is that?"

"Hopefully this is Ealie, wife of the Dominion's king." Ylgar said, "But that's not important at the moment. We have business to deal with. Write this done, will you?"

"Aye." Otfried replied, calling a servant over to get the parchment. He dipped a quill in ink and waited for Ylgar to start talking.

"First, I want the new emmisary from Hammerfell, Azzam, to meet me here first thing tomorrow. Hammerfell's soldiers and siege equipment will be vital in taking over Chorrol. Second, I want that bastard known as Brevid blood-eagled midday tomorrow." (Chance to escape -_0) "We also need to reinforce the walls, crumbling from the attack. Make sure we have tar and rocks ready for immediate use. You got this so far?" Ylgar asked Otfried, who was quickly jotting this all down.

"Aye."

"Catapults must be set up if we are to send projectiles at any invaders. Then, I want a patrol going between here and Falkreath to make sure our supplies arrive safely. Finally, we need to send this head in a basket with this note to the king of the Dominion. That's all for now, got it?"

"Aye." Otfried mumbled. He was used to writing down what Ylgar said and that was the only word he usually used while doing so.

"Dismissed."