Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150121133721

Victorius was close to run for cover as soon as he set foot inside the hideout after a nightly round of drinking at the bar. Explosives... There were crates with explosives everywhere. In the farthest reaches of the room Wraith was talking to a couple of shady characters. They looked like smiths of some sort.

Gunsmiths perhaps?

Wraith signed a couple of documents and the men seemed please. "Ah, Victorius", said Wraith and seemed please to acknowledge the Imperial's presence. "I trust your beverages hasn't kicked you in the head yet?"

"Uhm... no, but what is all this?"

"This?" The rebel laid a hand on one of the crates. "This is our key to success, my dear Victorius. Explosives speaks in a language comprehensible to most men. Especially if they happen to be nobles. With this and some exterior firepower from guns we will force the nobility of Daggerfall into submission."

"Okay? How do you plan to do that?"

Wraith held out a paper for the Imperial to see.

"I can't read", said Victorius.

"One doesn't need to read... just to see..."

On the picture of the paper there was a painted market. The Market Festival?

Victorius stuttered. "You... You are going to attack the Market Festival?"

Wraith shrugged. "My methods may be cruel, but they are just. No, Victorius. I am not going to 'attack' the Market Festival, I am going to set an example. You see, a nobleman by the name of Sixtus Preventius is going to hold himself a little speech there. Some call him the Merchant King, due to his influences and corrupted grip on the market. I intend to put a stop to that by killing him where everyone can see. And then they will realise that they will have nothing more to fear from the nobles as long as I am around."

"But... but how can you do this? You are only one man?"

Wraith fell silent for moment. It was so quiet and so still Victorius even had the time to catch his own reflection in Wraith's helmet.

"Now there are two of us", stated the rebel. "And I have pulled some strings since I arrived to Daggerfall. There should be nothing to worry about. Believe me, Victorius. By noon tomorrow, Daggerfall will never again be the same."