Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-25127382-20160621225526

It was the middle of the night in Markarth, a hooded woman dressed in all black robes entered Understone Keep. As she approached the hall leading to the throne room, the guards immedietly crossed their halberds, blocking her path.

"No entry will be granted to the common folk at this hour."

"Common? You impudent Nord rat!" With this reply, the guards' halberds found themselves magically ripped out of the hands of the guards, dropping to the ground. It took only seconds for a dozen or so guards to surround her. Suddenly. clapping was heard throughout the halls.

"Startling my men, flaunting about magic, and waking the entire keep due to a misunderstanding? Could it possibly be the advisor that the Imperials promised to send?"

The woman let down her hood, revealing her Breton appearance, her long red hair and her blue eyes.

"Nice to meet you too, Lord Victor Ryver the Militant. Yes, it is I, Cyrille LaCrieu, sublime sorceress, sent here to ensure that you do not fail in your duties to the Cyrodilic Empire."

"Not to worry, the Empire and I share common goals. I expect you to serve well, especially through these conflicts. I will not allow anyone under my employment to shirk their duties while the land suffers."

"My loyalty is not to you, nor your freezing wasteland. I am here to ensure that the Empire's will be done, whatever it takes. But enough of corrections. I have heard you are potent in warfare, and so I should not have to be here for long. The rebels should fall in no time. Until then, consider me your magical advisor, as I can guarantee that your hold, probably this entire ignorant province, has no better."