Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141118002730/@comment-26245872-20141121013633

The letter arrived at Lucan's camp.

"They're trying to lure me into the capital... Send a letter back. If she wants to marry me, the wedding shall be in Anvil."

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"Sore loser swears at a kid. Pathetic" Syinter said, before walking away.

A letter arrived at the council from Adawulf.

Greetings, Alexia, empress of Cyrodiil.

''The last time I visited Cyrodiil, someone attacked me, forcing me to fight back. The fight left the province with volcanoes, faults, daedra, and ash. I realize now that I can restore it back to what it was before. But, the thing is your father Eriksson, Vulcan have mercy on him, committed many crimes against me before.''

''You of course, are a different person. You have a free will. So I ask humbly that you allow my people, the retired lords and magi of Falkreath, to leave the prisons they are left in. ''

Do this, and I will spare Cyrodiil from the wrath of the Ash God.

~Adawulf Sea-Born