Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-28667390-20170119234251

Aurean War Camp, Southern Jerall Mountains

Ylgar walked around the five bound, kneeling scouts, trying to instill fear in their hearts. There were two dunmer and three imperials. "Do you think yourselves brave?" He asked, "Or do you follow orders blindly, perhaps?" The scouts had been spotted near the camp and taken, only one escaped. The scouts told very little, only that the general was named Anviril. Other than that, they would not spill their secrets. "Muthsera--" a dunmer began. "If this is an excuse, I will not hear it. How many soldiers do you have?" No one spoke, only an imperial spat on the ground. Ylgar smiled, "So be it." He whistled for a man with an axe to come in. He made the slit-throat hand motion. Outside, soldiers finished crafting siege weapon, such as ladders, siege towers, and battering rams. People practiced sparring and archery, though it was a blizzard. Nords were used to extremely cold weather. The redguards and bretons did not do so well. The Stormblades were in the large tent to the northern part of the camp. Tomorrow, they charged forward for the siege.