Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-25126355-20170119210237

"Augurious Mede accomplished more in a decade, than his family had in two hundred years. But you remember his fate, do you not? You forget, Skingrad could encompass Daggerfall, Camlorn, Wayrest and Shornhelm. But unlike in your kingdom, our people are loyal. Our name is beloved. Our influence reaches every corner of the empire. Our wealth is greater than you could ever hope to reach and it isn't not tied to lands or titles. We have stood the test of time and seen the rise and fall of countless kings and emperors. You, it seems, expect the world to bend to your will. That tells me something." Jannia said, rising to stand.

"Your line will end in blood and fire. Your name shall be etched from history, as the name of tyrants and usurpers. Beware, young Prince. The Crown you covet and the throne your father holds, are hollow. Their power mesmerizes, but many greater men and families have fallen in detriment due to their ambitions. A fast rise means nothing. Besides, what does family offer? A tyrant King? A barren consort? And a foolish knight? Oh yes, how I quiver from fear." She said, offering a smile with honest pity. Pity for the people of High Rock, given that this poor excuse of a man was to be their King one day.

"You desire to be king. Who says I do? Or my children? I wish to give them a happy life, not one filled with dealings with a worm like you. You think highly of yourself, but true colors are hard to hide. A shame. Had you been more like the knight of honor you claim to be, perhaps your family would last. But what is the point of wondering what could have been."

"Oh, and one more thing." She said, before chanting a spell and reaching out her hand towards the prince. His chair pushed back violently and stopped abruptly, leaving him in a vulnerable and odd position. "One more gift my family bestowed upon me is a talent for the magical arts. Threaten my husband or my children again, and I will snap your neck with a flick of my wrist." She said, letting go of the chair and allowing it to fall into it's place, the prince still on it. Without another word, and without even waiting for Crendal to fall into place, she turned and left, her brothers following behind her. The Hassildor men quickly followed suit and soon the whole delegation had left the camp. Bretons always forget how futile threats are towards Hassildors...

Back at their own small encampment, Luthor sent out one of his agents, with orders to wait till nightfall. Perhaps stalling the army will buy enough time to reach Evermore in time to fortify the city.