Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24942837-20150321220808/@comment-24942837-20150328135744

Samuel leaned down quietly over a large table with a map hanging over it. He'd been studying it for hours, trying to make a good plan.

The Map Samuel had been studying was a complete one. It held every landmark, from towns to holds, and mountains to hills. But that wasn't the beauty of it. Enhanced with sorcery, this map also had visible dots of red, white, and light grey to signify places where the Red Rose controlled, the White Rose controlled, and where neither side had taken.

Winterhold, of course was Grey. It was the capital of Skyrim to the Weir, and also a sanctuary for those wishing to not be a part of the effort for the Throne.

Whiterun, however, was one of the few other places that was not taken by either of the Roses.

After the war, Jarl Balgruuf sent the Imperials away, back to their general in Castle Dour. They had always been renowned for their neutrality and equality.

However Samuel didn't give two shits about how the city thought of their reputation. It was two bothersome clans that annoyed him.

Clan Grey-Mane and Clan Battle-Born had been the largest feuding clans in the entire Whiterun Hold. They were like oil and vinegar. Since Clan Battle-Born had sided with the Red Roses, the Grey-Manes went straight to the White Rose. If it was easy, Samuel would have hired the Societe Parpalute Oculus to wipe them off the face of Nirn.

However, both clans had massively deep roots and connections in the city. But that wasn't why the assassins hadn't worked. It was obvious to both sides that there were spies and undercover guards to protect the Anaweir Clans. Because if one of them died out, the other would have total power over Whiterun, and in turn, that side of the Rose would have Whiterun, which would effectively aid them in the War.

However Samuel knew an idea when he saw one. He grinned wickedly. Standing up, he stretched his back calling in his Steward.

"Write this down to the Societe Parpalute Oculus."

"Very well, sir." The Steward took out an official document from the Red Rose, taking out a red quill, and dabbing it in red ink. He looked up expectantly.

"My dearest associate Alfred,

Why, it has been too long! Too long indeed," Samuel ended bitterly. He picked up his lighter tone again.

"I don't suppose you would be up for the good old times? Because I certainly am.

I invite you to my humble fortress within Solitude, tomorrow, by mid-day. Feel free to bring one of your esteemed colleagues, I absolutely adore meeting more of your friends. But that's besides the point. I have a new contract for you-- or rather, your colleague-- that will require the best of your best. I am willing to pay a hefty sum to see to it my wish is granted. But remember, my friend, Alfred, if the contract is not fully seen out...

I will give a reduced price, as agreed. Oh well, we may talk more later.

Signed,

Samuel of the Red Rose." The Wizard nodded to his Steward. "Fetch the official seal." The Steward nodded quickly, scurrying along to a wooden lockbox and fetching it for his master. Samuel quickly muttered a few words in an ancient language and the top opened on it's own. Inside, there was a red velvet, molded in the center to fit a ring.

The ring was a Silver Ruby ring, made of a flawless ruby and created by the finest Silversmith on Nirn or in Oblivion, and enchanted by the finest of either side of the Roses. It had cost him a small fortune, but he could afford it. Farms, Holds, Villages and Capitals paid taxes, a portion of which went to him. Not to mention, his covert assassins and thieves had been very successful in stealing pricless artifacts, gems, accessories, scrolls, paintingsm basically objects of all kind with extreme value. But the majority of items stolen or taken from corpses were gold. He took said ring out and pressed the ruby down on top of the bottom of the letter.

Laced with sorcerery, the ring had the power to leave a unique mark on any sheet of paper or object. When the ring was done, the shape pressed down looked like a faded Red Rose.

Once the pressing was done, he told his Steward, "Give it to one of the couriers. Make sure that he goes as soon as possible. I have business to attend."

Samuel continued to grin wickedly. The White Rose wouldn't know what hit them.