Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5824038-20150203082632

'Okay,' Marya said, letting out a breath of hesitation. 'Here... we... go...'

As she concentrated, all three of them were aware of an excruciating pain in their head. It was more than most could bear, but due to the telepathic link, none of them could go into shock and stop feeling it.

Everyone's vision whited out, to be replaced with something else (similar to when you use an Eder Scroll to look into the past).

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It was a muddy camp, with tents all over the place. Soldiers were playing cards, gambling, drinking, and in general making merry. The sun was low in the sky, marking it as early evening.

A man dressed in simple leathers, wearing a cloak, was standing there, surveying the camp. He had a grey beard, and medium-length grey hair. A sword hung at his belt.

Just then, a horse rode up. 'General Kamodus, sir!' said the rider, as he saluted him. The rider was dressed more extravagently, with a velvet surcoat. He had chainmail underneath, and a longsword was strapped to his back.

'At ease, Francois,' Kamodus replied. 'What is it?'

'The scouts, sir. They say that the Thalmor camp is but two miles from here, and very well defended. A constant watch, and archers at every tower.'

Kamodus looked annoyed. 'Well, that stops a direct charge from working, doesn't it?'

'Yes, I suppose it does.'

Kmodus turned to Francois. 'How are your wife and daughters holding up? Used to travelling on campaign?'

'Hah! They're always complaining. Still, what with Daggerfall being sacked by the Thalmor, we can't return home for a long time. They'll get used to it.'

Kamodus nodded, but said nothing more.

'Is there anything else, sir?' Francois asked.

'Yes,' Kamodus replied after some thought. 'Give all of the men a drop of Colovian brandy. We only have a dozen bottles left, we miight as well use it up now.'

Francois nodded, and rode off.

The picture suddenly went hazy, and the images were distorted. Flashes of unrelated scenes appeared, and then everything went white.

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Marya pulled out of the link, as did everyone else. The pain was back, but not so bad. 'What did you do that for?' asked Marya angrily, looking at Sander.

(Just play along, Alador. Also, if you want to change the nobleman's name from Jean Francois (what I've called him) to something else, just tell me, and I'll change it.)