Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20170128001944/@comment-2165692-20170303221102

"We should get going..." Nazrei said plainly and walked out the city gate.

Dragonsreach-

The Stormcloak stopped before the Jarl, he removed his helmet revealing his face.

Name: Egil North-steel

Alias: None

Appearance: This

Race: Nord

Gender: Male

Birthdate: 4E 179

Faction: Stormcloak Soldier, Vigilant of Stendarr(Formerly), Imperial Legion Quaestor(Formerly)

Skills(1 Master, 2 Expert, 3 Adept): (M)Two-handed, (E)Light Armor, (E)Restoration, (A)Smthing (A)(A)

Spells(10 max): Stendarr's Aura, Circle of Protection, Grand Healing, Repel Undead, Turn Greater Undead, Heal Other, Close Wounds, Greater Ward, Healing.

Unique Powers: Cold-Resistance, Battle Cry, Superhuman legs(able to exert 3,000 pounds per square inch of force.)

Weakness: Ironically the undead and blunt weapons.

Unique Item(optional): Morgenlys, Adamantium Greatsword, enchanted with Sun Damage.

Bio: Egil North-Steel, born in Markarth, his family was one of the last to leave Atmora and can track their lineage all they way back to before the 400 companions.and Ysgramor, he is a soldier of the Stormcloak legion under Commander Hjornskar Head-Smasher. But well on his way to become an officer of the legion himself. He has Military taining but left the legion to join the Vigilants, he later turned away from the Vigilants believing them to be incompetent. He then joined the Stormcloak rebellion in 4E 199. Ulfric has demanded an answer from the Jarl and sends Egil to get it.

(Approved, :D)

Egil hands the axe to Balgruuf. "Ulfric told me to deliver you this axe, Jarl. You know it's meaning." "Did he now? The man is persistent, I'll give him that. I suppose it's time I gave him an answer..." he turns to Proventus and says: "Proventus, what do you make of all this? If Ulfric were to attack Whiterun..."

Proventus: "As in all things, Lord, caution... I urge us to wait and see."

Irileth: "Prey waits."

Balgruuf: "I'm of a mind with Irileth. It's time to act."

Proventus: "You plan to march on Windhelm?"

Balgruuf: "I'm not a fool, Proventus. I mean it's time to challenge Ulfric to face me as a man, or march his Stormcloaks up to the gates."

Proventus: "He'll do no such thing! A dagger in the back is all you could expect!"

Irileth: "He was rather straight forward with Torygg."

Proventus: "Torygg? He simply walked up to the boy and murdered him!"

Irileth: "That "boy" was High King of Skyrim."

Balgruuf: "I'm not the High King, but neither am I a boy. If Ulfric wants to challenge my rule in the old way, let him. Though I suspect he'll prefer to send his "Stormcloaks" to do it for him."

Irileth: "True. He's already proven his personal strength. Now he seeks to prove his army's."

Proventus: "Then might I urge you to consider General Tullius's request? I mean, if you are bent on offending Jarl Ulfric..."

Irileth: "Ulfric is the one who has offended. But, Proventus has a point. Ulfric has made it clear. In his mind, to refuse his claim is to side with the Empire."

Proventus: "And what harm is there in letting a few legionnaires die in place of your own men?"

Balgruuf: "It seems cowardly."

Irileth: "Was it cowardly then to accept the White-Gold Concordat?"

Balgruuf: "This again?! That was different. Was I given a chance to object to the terms of the treaty? No. The Jarls weren't asked. We were told. And we had to like it."

Proventus: "The chests of gold didn't hurt."

Balgruuf: "Damnit! This isn't about gold!"

Irileth: "It's time to decide."

Proventus: "Lord, wait. Let us see if Ulfric is serious."

Balgruuf: "Oh, he's serious. But so am I."

Irileth: "Finally."

"So About this axe, you can return it to our friend, the esteemed Jarl of Windhelm has my answer."

Egil's eyes narrow as he receives the axe, he puts his helmet back on and walks out of the keep.

Balgruuf turns to Proventus and says: "Proventus. Bring me my pen. And the good parchment."

Proventus: "Are we writing a letter, Lord?"

Balgruuf: "Yes, to General Tullius. I need to make a few things clear before I accept these Legionnaires of his."

(Still gonna be a while till the war begins. After all, Egil is on foot.)