Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170518153821/@comment-2165692-20170703171525

"Then we appear to be at an Impasse. But you have little choice in the matter as well." Egil says as a rock from the catapults hits the Silverblood inn not far from him. "Rocks are raining down all around us. So you could either let me go, or you could be killed by a falling rock. We proved it once before. A battle between us would last forever." he said.

The Stormcloaks rushed past the mill outside Markarth and killed of any Imperial they could find, all enraged at the massacre at their camp and the wound that Galmar had suffered, they roared as they swung their weapons with great strength at their enemies.