Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150428113254/@comment-29461586-20150430045919

Miraak Obama wrote: "I think they're beginning to suspect something," Stauntax said. "Quickly, keep moving." Aia nodded as she began to move faster. A small patrol was heading for the War Tent.

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"Yes. They can watch over Lythe while we're off in the North." Fen nodded.

"We'll leave after a few hours. Preferably in sunrise." He said.

"O-Okay." Ven nodded and sat down next to Lissa. Fen on the other hand went to the bathroom to get a new set of robes to replace his damaged armor.

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The King of Valenwood, an elderly but muscular Bosmer, was sitting at the throne room of Elden Root, flanked by his royal guards.

The Emissary had his own troupe of Praetorians as well. He cleared his throat before speaking out.

"Ready to bend your knee like the dogs you are, creature?" The Emissary said.

"This is how the Lost Legion treats those outside their circle?" The Elder lashed back.

"Silence, creature. The only reason why we spared your ilk is because you are not of the Thalmor in full blood.

As you can see, you have clearly lost. Surrender, and your lives will be spared."

"And live as slaves by the hands of the new Empire? I thought that your alliegance was not to a code of law, but to democracy?"

The situation was getting tense. Both sides looked like they wanted to rip out each other's throats the moment the other made the wrong move.

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The smoke was coming from Valenwood. The city of Arenthia was a smoldering ruin. The survivors were being loaded unto carriages by Centurions to be sent to Bravil.

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The Daedra finally came out of their hiding place and surrounded Nicola's group. Many of them were scamps and banekins.