Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160322224717/@comment-24696651-20160529222732

(As I said before, it doesn't really make a difference, since the garrisons are going to stay at the village regardless. It just makes keeping track easier. As for the million gold - it's not supposed to be cheap :P

As for co-GM trial thingy - The casualties and whatnot are up to my discretion, right? I'll try to make it reasonable. Currently, it's Gold's move, from what I can tell - you were the last person to post about that. Just to clarify, I know the walls have been somewhat damaged at the top - how many of the six watchtowers are still usable, and have active scorpions?)

7th of Second Seed

To say Cynric was surprised by the military reforms passing was an understatement - he practically choked on his mead when he heard about it. He realised that the alchemy plant he had planned would not get funding for a very long time. He decided to contact an old friend of the Thieves' Guild - Goldenglow Estate. He was reasonably certain that he could start growing some Moonsugar there - the climate wasn't idea, but lowlying islands would ensure the right level of moisture, and southern Skyrim was relatively mild - a greenhouse might be hot enough for the plant, and a paraffin heater would produce heat and the right gas for Moonsugar. He sent a letter, but, unfortunately, he needed to join the armies again.

8th of Second Seed

Skuldar stood at the head of his armies, 1300 strong. They had four longships with them to help blockade Ivarstead, but before they could go, the Elf wanted to speak with him.

"I realise that Ivarstead is unlikely to surrender, given their strong defensive position, but we should send some people in advance for covert purposes anyway."

"What do you want?"

"A trading caravan," Cynric said. "A pretty large one, preferably. If it's large enough, we could get enough guards to wreak some serious havoc in the town. Load it full of cloths and maybe some weapons. I have... private guards to get the job done."

"Fine," Skuldar replied. "But you get in a mess, you're fixing it yourself, understand?"

1st of Midyear

Cynric's trading caravan arrived in Ivarstead. They had fifteen wagons of goods, loaded with silks and cloths, mead, arms and armour. The boxes of mead bottles were stacked three high, and the lower ones were loaded with narcotics - this was to help convince his ten guards to come along - Black Hoods. Their dark and beautiful ebony armour was sadly covered by a bulky chainmail suit, for appearances' sake, but they were highly trained and ready to do Cynric's bidding. Amongst the caravan drivers were a few merchants and a couple of fences - they would help sell off the goods for a tidy profit, and maintain cover.

Their caravan drew up at the eastern edges of Ivarstead, and Cynric asked for permission to enter. He had documents from Riften certifying him as a trader and a merchant, and he was well known in Riften for the business he created as a front for illegal operations - with any luck, he would convince the guards. Skuldar's army was dispersed between Fort Treva and Heartwood, ostensibly for peacekeeping, but would set out for Ivarstead in a week, and arrive by the 21st.