Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-5583506-20150207164515

Maximilian DeRaque. A nobleman and warlord... For long had he sought to create something more out of Brightwall than the slums he had seen during his last visit to the wretched town.

A society which was supposed to be a haven for those of divine blood; nobles and royalty, yet had been turned into a sanctuary for beggars, thieves and murderers. This wouldn't stand.

He stood at the bow of his skyship; The Bastard's Edge. His goatee itched moreso than usual. On an assignment signed by several other nobles of the sinful town, he had been tasked with dispatching the burden of the slum. Once the infestation were gone, the town could fully heal and perhaps even rebuild the forsaken quarters into something more worthy of its name.

"Brightwall", he shrugged. "What a pathetic joke."

"My lord!"

Maximilian turned around, his cape fluttering in the air and his steel grey eyes fixated on the youngling coming his way. "What is it, lad? Why are you bothering me?"

"Uhm, I am sorry, my lord. There was a letter here which arrived with a minor vessel a couple of hours ago."

Maximilian snorted and snatched the envelope from the boy's hands. "You imbecile! A couple of hours? Why wasn't I informed earlier?!"

"I... I must have forgotten", stuttered the boy.

"Be off with you!" growled Maximilian clearly irritated. "Go find some work you can do properly for once."

"Uhm... yes..." The boy made a clumsy bow and ran off.

"Surrounded by fools", muttered Maximilian as he began to read the letter:

Lord Maximilian STOP

On behalf of the city of Brightwall we are honoured to have you visiting STOP

Be warned however that rumours have reached from Daggerfall that a terrorist known as 'Wraith' might be on his way as well  STOP

This individual/criminal is not to be trifled with as he has been known to have killed at least three nobles of great influence in both Brightwall and Daggerfall STOP

Should you encounter any suspicious activities during your visit, don't hesitate to report them as soon as possible STOP

Sincerely G. L.

Maximilian raised an eyebrow. "Wraith? Terrorists?" He sighed and threw the letter overboard. "Brightwall has indeed turned to shit since last time I was here." He then chuckled. "Better restore her to her former glory then..."

He looked proudly at his armada. Fifteen skyships loaded with over three thousand men at his disposal. As soon as he got them to the ground there would be peace and order in the "bright" city again, starting with the slums...