Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-7262318-20170128031846

"Oh by the Eight..." Veludus put his face in his palms, wiping some sweat off of his wrinkled forehead. "What do we have here, A pirate, hot-headed mercenaries and mages... and a child, of all things!"

Veludus sat back in his chair, weary from all of the yelling he had just done. "Do you have any idea, of what you've done? You've brought commoners and bandits into our affairs..."

"These men behind more are more than commoners... with all due respect," Hafnir said, rather venemously.

"Oh, are they? And why's that? Because they helped you fight off a bit of rebellious scum?" Valedus arched an eyebrow. "That bafoon there, what help has he been? Last I checked, he could barely walk," He pointed at Tullius. The old general remained silent.

"So, you come to me with these... these dogs, and you want me to reach into my treasury and my supplies to keep them fighting, so that you can lead these undisciplined mercenaries to death do you?"

"No, I want this so that we have a fighting chance against the Jorane Rebellion."

"We have a fighting chance!" Veludus shouted, and the other councilmen nodded and agree. "The Jorane Rebellion is nothing but minor raids from time to time! You know this, I know this. They have no support, no territory, no cities backing them. Just fanaticals with a few axes, that's all."

"Attacks that are piling up bodies!" Dar'Zah spat. "And your Empire can't do anything about it with how thinly stretched they are!"

"And so you want me to put my faith into some random band of untrained fighters?" Veludus asked. "And let me guess, you're all here for gold. You just want my Empire's gold, am I wrong?"