Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170317065536/@comment-2165692-20170429124527

Rollf quickly got up and threw a punch, "This is a nord city, filthy dunmer, your kind should have kept walking when you came here!"

Nazrei looks at the bridge and door "Well, there's only one way the Imperials can come in, Place a few archers on the archways and the wall. They make up for their intelligence in strength and especially spirit.

Egil walked past the group and got up on his horse, he glanced at the Dragonslayers "I hope you people are on our side, we could definately use your help in the coming battles, whatever race you are, not all of us are as short-sighted as our Jarl." he said and galloped to te reach.

Nazrei looked at him as he disappeared into the west. I know that, else I wouldn't support you.

"Driver, the one you're waiting for, can you describe him?" Nazrei asked

"Sure, bald. Gray eyes, burns and elven armor. Didn't seem Thalmor." he said.

"I don't think so, Imperials." the commander, Galmar Stone-fist said as he walked forward with his axe, Ralof just behind him "you chose the wrong camp. Motherf*ckers." he said as multiple other Stormcloaks walked forwards with their weapons drawn, catapults could be seen in the camp, obviosly they were prepared for another siege.