Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150507041541/@comment-5583506-20150512011057

"To Valenwood?" she asked. "Well, marching along the west coast of Cyrodiil would be preferable in my opinion."

Hist-of-his-Kin writhed in pain as some of Clan Bone Obelisk's best healers tried to mend his infected wound.

"Keep it together, my old friend", said He-Cuts-Deeper and restrained his Patriarch as the Argonian shouted in pain.

"Argh! It... hurts!" sobbed Hist. "It... really hurts!"

"Shall I... shall I send for my daughter? Do you want me to send for Xaleel?"

"What?!" spat Hist. "To hell with that! I am not dying YET!" he cried out the last words as some of the healers cut away some festering flesh. He panted heavily. Sweat was visibly seen on his shining scales. "I feel... totally cut off..."

"Yeah", stated the Reptyrant by his side. "Do you... do you think you will make it?"

"I have been through worse..." coughed the clanleader. "My leg feels a bit numb though, so I am not sure how I will be able to fight properly."

"You leave that to your subjects, Patriarch."

Hist groaned as more flesh was cut off around the edges of his wound. "Hell", he murmured. "That hurt."

"There is also the matter of joining up with the Dominion that needs to be attended to", said He-Cuts-Deeper.

Hist lowered his brow. "Huh?"

"The Ghost-Wolves has decided to join up with the Thalmor in order to defeat the Dragon Cult."

"Valkyrie did that?" The Patriarch looked confused. "That doesn't sound like the sweet wolf mother at all."

"That's what I also thought. Now she wants to know your opinion about this. Clan Frost-Fang, Clan Ghost Oak and Clan Snow-Fox are marching home. The first two will provide support, but that's about it."

"I need... to think on it", sighed Hist. "Right now, I just want to rest."

"I understand, Patriarch", said the Reptyrant and left the tent.