Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150525234127/@comment-25418438-20150624122035

Rodwell reached Evermor's main gates with haste, he had been riding through the day and all through the night and had scarcely stopped for fear of being captured by any enemies. The breton lord looked at the gateman "Inform your liege that Rodwell Auld, trueborn son of Castallen Emeric Auld has come to treat with his highness"

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(Where are the eastern forces atm? also how long before the queen's child is born?)

Vendil looked beaten up, his youthful appearance gone, leaving behind a withered old man with one eye and scarred face, wearing a fine tunic instead of the Nightingales Armor which like any true thief, he had stolen centuries earlier. The Dunmer slowly made his way to the border into Skyrim, Goodbye Miss Nerevar he thought,'' I will kill you eventually. ''Vendil kicked his horse into a fast trot as he began his long journey across Skyrim to Windhelm, where he would make his way home disguised among the dunmer residents of Eastmarch.