Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20141113105035/@comment-17114085-20150118174257

(Nope, we are in Markarth. The Stormcloaks just freed it from Naerion Nelthar and his subordinates.)

The sun was disappearing in the horizon, casting long shadows in the city.

"Good work." Cristus said. He was using his Nordic Battleaxe as a cane to help him walk. He had seen Fox help the Dawnguard with the vampires and had heard that it was him that opened the gates to the city. And now he had captured an enemy for questioning. He knew that the Breton had more than proved himself today on the battlefield. "I think a promotion is in order Unblooded. By my authority as commanding officer of the Reach and a Winter-Axe, you are now an Ice-Veins."