Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150626145118/@comment-5583506-20150706201803

The Enforcer hadn't been lying to him. Over four hundred men had found their way to his camp just outside the borders of the Reach. Half of them were mounted, something which pleased him. He found it easier to command a soldier at horse than at foot.

"With those men included we have now just about one thousand", said Mystara.

"Still nowhere near the numbers we need if we are to permanently kick those Orcs back into those frozen peaks they call home", remarked Arngrim. "Although, we have just the right number to pursue easier tasks, such as raiding supply caravans and utterly destroying reinforcements."

"Should we wait before we announce our first attack then?" asked the Altmer. "Just until we have passed the villages here in the Reach? Who knows, we might be able to rally a few more hundred men?"

The Bull clenched his teeth together hard as he reflected on the matter. He was eager to wage his war against the Orsinium Empire here and now, yet he knew that eagerness was unbecoming of him and could just as easily become Skyrim's undoing. He had to be patient.

"We will split up", he said.

"Wait, what?" Mystara seemed both surprised and disappointed.

"I will command these men and make my way straight through the Reach, scouting out any sign for Orc activity. You however, will take one hundred men and round the entire area and rally troops from the nearby villages in my name."

The Altmer woman swallowed hard. She didn't want to get separated from him, though she knew that there could be no arguments with him. Once he had decided on a matter, he would go all the way, and there was no one alive who could sway him from his path.

''So bloody stubborn... It will be the death of him, one of these days.''

"I... understand", she said and tried to hide her chagrin.

Arngrim nodded. "Good." He then put two fingers to his mouth and whistled loudly to get the riders' attention. "Troop number three and five on me!" he commanded. "The rest of you will follow Mystara's command! Move out!"

The men quikcly started to organize themselves for a swift march. The hammering of hooves echoed between the cliffs as Arngrim Bearsbane took the cavalry and steered his way towards the north-west, through the Reach. Mystara signaled to her men and ordered them to march north.

The pieces were moving...

"Don't mope", said Elda and lightly punched Tiberius' shoulder. "It doesn't suit you. Besides, moping bores me. And I don't bed people who bore me."