Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24793042-20150820043328/@comment-10197675-20150901192609

The Orc stared at the roaring crowd through the eye-slits of the Ebony helmet, which hid a small grin lighting upon the Orc's face, a rare motion for the Orc. He felt rather honoured, yet slightly insulted to be named The Monster of the East, to be considered as a great gladiator though was very pleasing for the Orc, but to be given a gladiator battle name was truly an epic remark for him and to be considered a monster, well the Orc simply loved it, it surly beat being called Blackwire Bottomby...

Meanwhile in Mistveil Keep a furious jarl stood about his Throne...

" I will not except this failure, its just preposterous. I send THIRTEEN well equipped and uniquely trained Riften warriors upon a uncomplicated quest to simply disable a weak and depleted thievery guild and only one injured fool returns... This is not acceptable!" shouted the jarl.

Stringle looked at a anxious guard who stood by his side, "Send this cretin to the blocks, he has failed his commands!" The Nord spat. The Guard then stumbled towards the injured warrior, afraid to ignore the Jarls command, he then lead him towards the blocks to be executed.

Stringle sat back down upon his throne, he breathed heavily and gritted his mouldy teeth, "Well if no body else is capable of taking care of this guild then I shall do it myself... squire fetch me my combat armour, tonight I intend to draw blood and clean up the Riften Ratways for good."

And as the Jarl made his way to his quarters to put on his gathered armour, he readied a clean Ebony Sword and sturdy Steel shield. He looked at himself in his mirror in admiration, sensing a false courage within him. " I am all-powerful, I am greater, I will be the one to finally break these curs... they will not be able to withstand my ever-lasting wrath, for I will bring them rage, death will occur and I will be the one to grant it.!"

And with a proud stride to his step the Jarl exited his quarters and a headed for the exit of his keep. The light that emitted from the many different candles of Mistveil Keep gleamed upon the Jarls Steel Plate Armour as he strode past his many advisers, to which one bided him not to go, "My Jarl, to battle with that guild would be a foolish choice, but to battle by yourself that's just unwise." The Jarl stopped to look down at the advisor, " Just you wait for my return... then we will see which one of us is the fool." The advisor looked at the Jarl with concern as he then marched off and out into the streets of Riften.

The Jarl entered the streets of Riften stopping to address all who saw the Man in Steel. "My people, do not be alarmed and do not fear, for I Jarl Warian Stringle bravely march towards my domain, The Ratways of Riften, to retake ground that should be ours to tread upon freely! The Thieves Guild by this hour upon dawn's raise will bring no hindrance to no Man, Mer or Beast of Riften, I march to quarrel and rid of there pest!!" The Jarl yelled. The Townsfolk blindly listened to what the Nord had to say. "I now march, argh!"

The foolish Jarl then gradually made his way towards the ratways to face off with what guild members he could find...