Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160531165159/@comment-10906938-20160618183057

~30th of Hearthfire

The Count of Skingrad stroked his beard. Ravens (He detested them, bats were clearly superior) had just arrived with word from Chorrol that the County to the north was mobilizing. Moving into territory beyond it's own... The Count took a sip from a flask nearby. Immediately spitting it out, he flung the drink at a servant. "TOO THIN!" He bellowed. Blood that runny would never sake his thirst. "Send our armies north... Just to Brindle Home, for now..."