Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150204060459/@comment-25418438-20150212010408

The sound of fourty men and fourty horses echoed for miles around the plains of the whiterun hold, the men bearing the standard of a three headed red dragon came to a slow and gentle stop in the hamlet of Rorikstead. The leader, the tallest and the strongest Nord with blonde hair wore Ebony armor adorned with the Three Headed Red Dragon and other Nordic engravings such as the mark of Talos. The leader approached a nearby peasent farmer who looked increasingly startled at the warriors now occupying the streets of Rorikstead.

"Have no fear brother Nord, I am Ulrich 'The Red Dragon of Kynesgrove' and these men are my loyal comrades... the brotherhood of Talos"

The farmer looked slightly re-assured but still cautious.

"My men and I require sustenance and ale for which we would be happy to offer you imperial gold"

The farmer nodded and pointed towards a building "Theres a tavern over there... I'm sure they would be willing to provide you with food in and drink"

Ulrich patted the farmer on the back and accidentally winded him "Good Sir we thank you for we have been travelling for weeks" Ulrich then turned to the men "The tavern is this way boys" Upon Ulrich's statement, the brotherhood of Talos cheered and filed into the Tavern.