Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160225002526/@comment-25418438-20160613085248

Cassander saddled his horse of loaded his supplies into a satchel, these would last until he reached the border of Skyrim and then he would have to restock. The Knight looked at the rebel encampment one last time as he mounted his horse and spurred it into a trot. I wish I could be here when you depose my father, but my place is elsewhere he thought.

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Tiberius poured a goblet of wine and handed it to his King who was sitting on a stone throne on his balcony. The King rested in the warm glow of the sunlight, finding a moment of peace in this time of strife.

"General Tiberius, how goes the defence of the city?"

"Currently we have 113 men ready for combat, possibly 136 if we conscript some of the younglings nearing fighting age."

"Thats still considerably less than the rebels."

"It will be enough to hold the city until re-enforcements arrive from Daggerfall and Camlorn."

"What about hiring more mercenaries?"

"From where your grace? We've scoured the human territories of Tanriel and there are no more mercenary companies left to hire, especially after we conscripted Storn's men and threw him in the dungeons."

"What about from your Colovian estate? You have a guard of twenty men on the payroll."

"It is my family's estate and technically Marcus is the rightful Lord of it. Besides they are protecting your wife, my grandnephew and the silver mines that fund our other enterprises."

"Remember this General if the rebels breach the walls and I lose my head, your grandnephew will be disinherited and those other enterprises will cease to have a launching point in the wars to come."