Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20141029221258/@comment-25020300-20141031010447

The city of Lilmoth was bustling with activity. It was much unlike an other city in Tamriel, the waterways were as integral to the city as the roads, and to see a race in such small quantities elsewhere be so concentrated in a single city would be nothing short of breathtaking to a newcomer, as Shifts-in-Sun had been many years before. Across the city-scape, small stone structures serve as homes to the argonians living there, most of which were perpously flooded or heavily soddened with moisture. Directly ahead was a great stone pyramid, where inside, the king dwelled. He headed this way, but that was not his objective, rather, he headed towards a small enclave hidden under a waterfall coming off the pyramid. After stepping through, he spoke with his supirior in the native toung of the argonians. The translation follows;

"Al-Jeerk sir, i've completed my task in the name of the Hist."

"Excellent, and you no longer have need to call me 'sir', I think you've earned the right to call me what you please at this point."

"I apologize sir, but that would not be appropriete."

He let out a deep, bellowy laugh, "Very well, as you were, but your new asignment has come in."

"Very well, and what will I be doing?"

"You are to go to the city of Leyawiin. You must prep it so that it can be taken along with the whole of the Blackwoods region. It is time to begin the invasion of Cyrodil in earnest."