Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-7262318-20170121214405

"Then let's move."

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3 hours later...

The sun was now halfway down into the Horizon as they approached the gates of the Imperial city. While the power and the authority of the Cyrodilic Empire began to wane, the magnificence of the capital city had not. The stone walls stood tall, no cracks or missing chunks to be seen. Guards patrolled the tops of the walls, and swordsmen stood at attention underneath them as well. The entire city was hidden behind the stone, all except the beautiful White-Gold Tower.

"Legate Lioneye," One of the guards greeted. "The General has been expecting you."

"Where is he?"

"Imperial Palace,"

"Good. Saves me a trip," Hafnir said.

"What's with all the-"

"A few friends who gave me some help," Hafnir cut him off. The guard shrugged and called up to the men on the walls. "Open the gates!"

Hafnir turned to adress them. "I'll have the general prepare some temporary living arrangements for you all. And a proper meal. I imagine a few of you might be a bit hungry after a long stay in Goriyn's hellhole..."

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm going to Macenus. I need to have a talk with him..."