Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191205184926/@comment-25828117-20191208224710

Lysilde could see fine, she had decided to stay behind with the horses.

The crier was a younger blonde man who was trying to get the crowd to be a bit quieter so he could make his announcements. Slowly but surely his gestures made it clear to the people, even those at the back, that he was going to speak.

"Hear ye, hear ye!"

"The siege of the city of Skingrad... Has not been lifted!"

There was audible dissapointment in the crowd. Skingrad lay on the lifeline that connected the Gold Coast with the rest of Cyrodiil, for weeks now trade to the cities of Kvatch and Anvil from the east had been severely happered.

"The Daedra worshippers who call themselves the Mythic Dawn have marched their army across the West Weald. Slaughtering not just cattle but also women and children in their path!"

Audible gasps followed from the crowd, as well as some calls to burn the heretics.

Lysilde wondered how far this Mythic Dawn's reach spanned. They might need to go around the long way. Off the main road.

Helian turned to Nyasia to see her reaction to all this.