Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-25418438-20150819100548

Emeric, fully clad in glass walked along the battlements surveying his newly returned troops, after  few moments both Damo and Tiberius joined him. "Father please tell your drunkard friend that recalling my troops from the field is moronic"

"Damo.." Emeric began.

"Right boy, firstly you left this city undefended in a time of war, not since the first great war has a defending nation done that. Secondly you pissed off one of our more important vassals and finally you were about to march our army to certain doom against an overwhelming force."

Damo put his hand on his hilt, but Emeric stopped him from doing anything rash. "Damo you will take your mercenaries and return to Meir Darguard, there you will send your stealthiest man into the castle with the second jarrin root and silently assassinate Duke Dilborn in the dead of night, ensuring to make it look like he perished of natural causes, you will then return to harass the Eastern supply lines as Tiberius and I co-ordinate Shornhelm's defence"

That way I stop these two from bickering and remove the root from any possible plots against me he thought. Damo reluctantly nodded and left to find Storn as Tiberius smirked.

"Don't be getting too cocky friend" Emeric whispered "Your nephew still hasn't mobilized the Legion to our defence".