Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150507041541/@comment-5583506-20150510000416

Valkyrie was both impressed and touched with the way Perdix spoke.

If the tent wasn't so full of these people, I would just grab him and have him make love to me until I could barely walk.

Jagvar didn't seem the least impressed. "I don't really care what happens to those Elves. I am only half-Nord, and my sense of honour tells me that those pointy-eared bastards had it coming. This is the Gods' justice for the cruelties they committed during the Great War. I was there. I fought against them. I saw every little dirty detail of their so called 'war' on humanity, while in reality it was nothing but a massacre. A purge to cleanse the human blight off the face of Nirn."

He shook his head. "If the Ghost-Wolves chooses to rally side-by-side with the butchers of men, women and children, I will send my armies home and hold you to blame for the countless bodies when the next Aldmeri Dominion arise."

Valkyrie said nothing, but let her gaze wander around from clanleader to clanleader.

Haridsvari croaked. "I won't participate in this. But I am not as greedy as Jagvar here. I will lend the Ghost-Wolves half of my forces and let the other half march home. The better half that is. Would be a shame if the Frost-Fangs lost all their forces on saving these Elven hides."

Despite the old Nord woman's remarks, Valkyrie appreciated that she at least decided to provide them with some troopers.

She got somewhat worried when she saw He-Cuts-Deeper standing in the place where she would have otherwise expected to see Hist-of-his-Kin. "Where is Patriarch Hist?" she asked.

The Patriarch's father-in-law gave her a somber expression. "The Patriarch has taken a turn for the worst, Matriarch. An infected wound. Our healers are struggling as of now to make sure that he lives through the night. I cannot speak for him. I am sorry."

Valkyrie nodded in understanding. Hist's choice would have to wait, assuming he survived.

''Gods, make him live. Couldn't bear to think of how Xaleel would react if he were to die.''

Androval Mandus stood silently and watched with his usual, emotionless appearance. "I believe that the rescue act of the Altmer could potentially turn out in our favor. If we save them they would be indebted to our cause. Clan Blood Raven will support this idea."

Valkyrie couldn't blame the pale clanleader for being openly greedy with his opinions.

"Clan Wraith's Paw will not ally ourselves with such rabble!" said a sharp voice.

Valkyrie turned to face one of the Khajiiti clan's advisors, rather than hearing Sha'Anxi's opinon. "Is this the Patriarch's wish?" she asked.

It looked as if the young Khajiit was about to open his mouth, but as usual the advisor stepped in and overtook the conversation. "He believes that advisors wishes are for the best interests of this clan."

"I wasn't talking to you", said Valkyrie sharply. "Sha'Anxi? What do you personally think?"

"This... this one... believes that..."

"Patriarch, you shouldn't trouble yourself with questions like this", said the advisor. "Let us handle it. We knows the best, yes?"

"Quiet you", growled Valkyrie.

"It... it would certainly be a good deed to save people in need, yes? Promise!" said Sha'Anxi nervously. "This one wishes that his clan supports the Ghost-Wolves."

"Hold on now, Patriarch", shrugged the advisor. "You can't just."

"He promised. Didn't you hear?" filled Valkyrie in. "If he betrays his word it means war on your clan. You do understand that, don't you? Advisor?"

She made sure to punctuate the last word as if to rub her opinion in his face. He was a mere advisor and not a clanleader. She wanted him to know just that. He held no power in this tent.

The robed Khajiit glared at her and snorted in irritation before heading out of the tent, leaving a confused Sha'Anxi behind.

"Ebba?" asked Valkyrie.

The old woman sighed. "You are making it hard for me, lass. You know that me and my clan would walk through fire and death for the sake of yours. But this is... different. I hold no contempt against Elves in general, but... the Thalmor? They... they murdered my husband, Valkyrie. They killed my beloved Largus. I don't know if I could ally myself with my husband's murderers, I just don't. I am... I am sorry, lass. I cannot support this idea."

"I understand", said Valkyrie. "To be honest I am not too positive about the idea myself. And I would also turn away from this cause had the Thalmor bereft me of my Perdix. I don't blame you, Ebba. Our relation hasn't changed. You are still considered a valuable friend and ally to our clan."

Ebba nodded slightly with her head. "Even though I cannot spare you any troops. I will support your warriors with our ghost oak shields. Finer material couldn't be crafted by anyone else than our woodcutters."

Valkyrie bowed gently in appreciation, before turning to the Iron Hound last of all. "And what about you, Warlord? Will you stay here now that you have your territory back or will you join?"

The Iron Hound observed the young Nord woman under silence. "Who do you take us for, you dumb girl? We are Clan Gorehound. Release the Dogs of War! That's our saying! Wherever the war can be found, we can be found! We are the largest mobile army in Tamriel and we shall crush any who would dare to oppose that title. These Cultist upstarts will face the same fate and in the end, their story shall be told by the blood stains beneath my iron boots."

Valkyrie smiled slightly.

"Clan Gorehound will join. But do not mistake our willingness as an alliance. We do this because we would like nothing more than to smear the blood of these cowards to the ground."