Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141021150035/@comment-29461586-20141028145545

At Whiterun, in Fellglow Keep...

Thaik arrived in his personal throne room, which was previously a room that once belonged to a person named 'The Caller'. He met up with his boss, who was a Breton in his 30s and was called-

"Gyron, my number one man! How is the good ol' king doing!?" Thaik greeted with enthusiasm and no sarcasm.

"..."

"Oh, sorry sir."

"Report."

"Well, I do have a report that may be worth hearing. We just raided a caravan full of refugess and had them all killed for the massive amounts of supplies that they had.

Here's the best part: It as filled as a house fat with countless coin purses..! The caravan we raided was actually a caravan of silver and weapons disguised as a refugee caravan! Isn't that great, boss?"

"Good. Good. We can use the weapons here, and I can pass on the coin to our men and half of it belongs to us."

"Of course, sir. Now... I'll just be on my way then-"

"Hold it."

"Sir?"

"I have a new job for you. Since you collected me a bunch of high-quality weapons from a caravan, I believe that it's time we put these weapons to the test."

"Of course, sir! But what or where exactly are we going to raid?"

"We're raiding the city of Whiterun at nightfall. We will pillage the city of their valuables and kidnap the women to be our slaves.

Prepare the men for the raid. You get to lead them and raid Whiterun as you please."

"Of course, sir! You can count on me!"

"...See that I do. Botch this job, and it's your head on a pike."

"Yes, sir."

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The bandits at Fellglow Keep began to prepare for a massive raid at the city of Whiterun during nightfall to pillage the city mercilessly with an army of outlaws...

(I can do that, right?)