Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191227202828

As the vanguard got closer to the elven gatehouse, Enwe moved into position, leaving Nesiro with Karyor.

She headed towards the band of Curates atop the gatehouse and joined them as they began to charge their magic.

"Rain down your spells! Let the humans feel the might of Mereth!" She ordered. She blasted a lightbolt at the vanguard formation and the other elven mages followed suit, sending fireballs and lightningbolts at the shieldwall.

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The first lightning bolt caught the humans off-guard, blasting one of Harald's men and sending him to the ground.

"Here they come, Gauldur!" Harald yelled.

Arch-Mage Gauldur and the other mages moved towards the front of the shieldwall and threw up Wards to protect against the elven attack. There weren't many of them, not enough for the whole vanguard, so some humans were blasted with the spells and met their gods sooner than expected.

Those that the College Mages were able to protect with their Wards continued onward towards the gates.

"The men are getting restless." Randagulf muttered, watching the reactions of the soldiers as they sailed up river.

He was well aware that they were being followed, but wanted to make it closer to the fortress before they came ashore. Though with how things were looking he couldn't delay it any further.

The Harbinger grabbed a warhorn and blew it, signalling the longships to come ashore.

The warband sailed towards the southern shore of the river and took their boats to land.

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Skorm reached the Jarl's keep and approached the guards. "I am Thane Skorm of Morvunskar. I've come to deliver a letter from Jarl Harald to Jarl Hildr."

The guards let him through, accompanying him into the keep as they called for the Steward.

The Steward met him and after Skorm explained his business to her, she called the Jarl to the throne room and led Skorm there.

Jarl Hildr was a red-haired woman in her early 40s. She wore simpler clothes than most other Jarls, with leather and fur armor and a necklace bearing her clan's sigil. "I am told you came to deliver a letter to me, Thane Skorm of Morvunskar."

Skorm nodded and approached her wooden throne. Refta was one of the poorest holds, probably only richer than the newly created Falkreath but not by much. So he wasn't surprised that her home and person looked so humble. In fact he quite liked that over the extravagant luxuries of Ostmark's palace.

He handed her the letter bearing Harald's seal and let her read it. After reading the letter Hildr looked stunned. Whether it was good or bad, Skorm could not tell.

"Have you read the letter?" She asked after a few moments of stunned silence.

"No, I delivered it sealed as was instructed." Skorm replied.

"So you know nothing of its contents?" Hildr asked again.

Skorm shook his head in response. "No, Jarl. I do not." He was wondered if he should. He hoped it hadn't offended her.

"I will need to think on this." She muttered. "Truth be told I don't know if I should to take the letter seriously or not, but it is surely something. That Jarl of yours. He is something."