Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-28667390-20170120004824

"There the bastards are!" Otfried, Ylgar's second-in-command, said as the Breton troops finally arrived from the west. Stormblade Aegir rode in front of them on his lightly armored mare. He was a short old Breton who usually arrived later than everyone else. Behind him were an army of the finest battlemages and conjurers in High Rock. "Took yer sweet time, didn't ya?" Otfried jeered. Ylgar glared at him, telling him he'd better stop. "Didn't ya hear, sir? Bretons are Daedra worshippers!" "Aurea has religious freedom, I'd reckon you should remember how our parents felt without Talos." Ylgar lectured him. "Aye, sir. When will the siege start?" Ylgar thought up quickly the date of the attack: "Tomorrow, near noon."