Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125115222/@comment-17114085-20150227121737

"I see, was she the one that we had prisoner back in Markarth? I you had a woman with you after we retook the city." Lieli said.

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"The Silver-Bloods don't have the men to try to take Markarth, and they don't have any dwemer technology. And they don't have giants with them either. We still have 2 giant thralls, and Garbhan can always send shamans to get more. As for the Stormcloaks they lost a lot of their men try to take Markarth back a week ago, and the garrison in the Reach was annihilated. I recon they don't have more than 700 soldiers left. Even so, your plan is to train these men to defend the city? That is stupid, the only way warriors can defend the city is if they march out and meet the Stormcloaks in open combat, and that'd be suicide. Besides, I've already said the recruits are heading to Granite Hall with the rest of the army while the archers and mages stay to garrison the city. In fact you're going with them, boy. You are a new recruit after all." Ruaidri said. He was a bit irritated that this boy was trying to overstep his place, so he chose to just ignore him for now and turned back to the other recruits.

They were all in Forsworn Armor and carrying the Orichalcum plated weapons the Forsworn had obtained months ago from trading with the Orcs. There was about a dozen of them there. They had stopped sparing when Ruaidri had stared to talk to Damo.

"What are you doing? Did I tell you to stop? No. Now continue sparring." The Reachman said.

The recruits exchanged a few blows.

"No, that is wrong. You have to be lighter on your feet. Speed and agility are your best weapons." He said. "Why do you think we only wear fur? It isn't for the cold, it is because armor weighs you down. Makes you slow, makes you overconfident, and that makes you dead."