Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-9075949-20160617213638

"Ah, Felix, there you are." Olgierd proclaimed "Please welcome Grand Master Von Everec."

Grand Master Corvus Von Everec, the leader of The Order of The Silver Dragon, sometimes shortened to just the Silver Dragons, one of the last chivalric orders in Tamriel. He was a tall, sleek man who wore a very eye-catching set of armour. His family has deep roots in both Skyrim and Cyrodiil, and his order supports the Empire, due to serious misunderstanding between Corvus and the former Jarl of Windhelm. The order was dedicated to keeping Skyrim in peace and order prior to the second Civil War. Despite this, the order still worships all Nine of the Divines, and is under the Imperial Protectorate, which prevents them from being attacked by the Dominion. Corvus always was a quite quiet and calculating man, and was a natural-born leader.

"Lord Protector Felix Talionus I, sworn by Divine Right Protector of Solitude and Haafingar, Slayer of the Golden Horde, Sworn Commander of the Paladins." Corvus noted with his deep, quiet and sharp voice.

"I'm impressed by your knowledge, Grand Master Von Everec." Felix said, looking at him with a slightly impressed look

"I know, Lord Protector. The first impression is the last impression."

"Oh, but I already have gotten the first impression of your men, when they nearly burned down my city." Felix retorted at him

"I know it was a bad impression, however, it was not one caused by me. I was under self-exile after unsucessfully taking care of the very gang that has been bothering your holdings, The Blood Horkers. I persume you have taken care of the...pestilence?"

"Of course. After your men have ravaged our town, the band decided it would be a good time to pick up the scraps. Thankfully, General Isrard stpped them ith the use of his ship, The Ma-"

"The Maelstrom, of course, how could I forget the legendary Frigate with the speed of a Brig, and the armament of a small Man-of-War." Although his face was covered, it was oddly apparent that Corvus was grinning.

"Of course. Now, that we have this over with, Olgierd, why did you request my presence here?" Felix asked, turning to Olgierd

"I think I can explain that." Corvus barged in "I wanted to settle our disagreements, and perhaps even, after over a half a decade, finally come to peace."

Felix took his time answering Corvus. He knew he would regret the alliance in the long run, but wasn't entirely sure. He finally responded

"As you wish, Grand Master." Felix shook his hand firmly

"Now that that's that, I have been informed that your forces are dwindling, Lord Protector."

"Yes they are. Our men are mostly town guardsmen and fresh recruits, untrained and not ready for real battle. We also have the Paladins, but they are low in numbers, and mostly act field commanders."

"The Paladins. One of the most skilled Spellswords in Skyrim. They are only second to the Winterhold's Battlemages in terms of combat magic." Corvus noted, holding his hand on his helmet's counterpart of a chin.

"Yes, that's true. And I understand you would be ready and willing to borrow some of your Knights, am I correct?"

"Oh, not only some, Lord Protector." Corvus held his hands behind his back, as he walked on alongside the two men at the market "I am willing to lend you our one entire Crusade. Over four hundred skilled men. As you may know, I had very bad disagreements with the former Jarl of Windhelm, who called our order 'cowardly' and 'money-grabbing'. And then there is the Insurgents, which interrupt the peace of the Land of the Forefathers. I do not wish another war, but if one starts, which I am quite sure of, I am not afraid to take a stand in the name of peace, the name of the Empire and the name of my Order." He said

"Thank you, Grand Master Von Everec. If the war ends in our favour, you and your men will be sure to get rewarded, for the protection of your country, and the chivalry you commit yourself to."

"Have a good day, Lord Protector." Corvus said, walking on, being escorted by four men silver, masterfully crafted armours, with the helmet resmebling a dragon's head. Olgierd and Felix walked back to Castle Dour, where they continued watching the men train.