Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-17114085-20190409130922

(Gets attacked in the middle of the night, goes immediately back to sleep. Ok. Luckily for you the dice gods are on your side.)

Reeth's shift was calm. No other enemies tried to attack them after the Orcs were killed. However, it was a little difficult to sleep with the freshly dead Orcs right next to them, the air smelled of blood and charred flesh.

It was a few hours before dawn when the mage noticed something in the dark mountainside. Dim lights off in the distance. They were too far away to tell what they were, but there was certainly something there.

Lamush hit the champion's right leg with her second swing, the first one Boruus managed to block. Her battleaxe cut into his thigh. The hit would certainly slow down his movement, though it didn't completely cripple the warrior.

Boruus held back a scream, still drunk with rage. He tried to counter attack with a swing at her right side.

"Your letter had mentioned disagreements between the crews, but I didn't expect to see you fighting among yourselves. Had we been Orcs, you would've been caught completely off-guard." stated. He walked down the side of the cavern to get to the tents.

The fighting stopped, the brawlers put down their fists and the crowd began to disperse.

The Harbinger walked straight to the captains, the Companions in his way parted to let him through.

"This is a shameful display. Ysgramor's spirit is certainly raging in Sovngarde." He scolded the captains.

Bodvar was red-faced. He was a bit older than Randagulf, but he greatly respected the warrior.

"Come on. We have to get this mess sorted." Randagulf headed towards the center of the cavern where the captain's tent was. It was already evening, but the Harbinger would not waste time if the situation was this dire.

"Remove the tent. Let every man see and listen to what we have to say." He said. He wanted everyone to know the strategy coming forward. His style of leadership was very open and forward, which is one of the reasons he earned so much respect during his time in the Companions.

The men removed the tent, so that everyone could see the table.

"Gather around." The Harbinger said. He took his place beside the war table. Behind him stood a woman that had come with him.

Bodvar and the other Captains stood in opposite ends of the table. Other companions that were interested in the strategy formed a group around them.

Jofrodr went over to see what the Harbinger would come up with. ''He came all this way to lead us. Let's see if he can sort out this mess.''

"Harald, how exactly are you going to provide for this funeral festival?" Steward Holma asked. "It is the second half of winter, we don't have large stocks of food left. Do you plan on using our emergency stocks?"

"No." Harald replied, sitting on the stone throne of Ysgramor.

"Then how?" The steward asked again.

Harald cut her off. "Holma we've yet to send our tribute shipment to the Confederacy, correct?"

"Correct. Jarl Sigurd's illness delayed our shipment considerably. However, it should be ready to go as soon as you give the word." She replied.

"Good. Cancel the shipment. We will use it to provide for the festival." Harald stated.

"What?!" But we can't just skip the tribute. We will be fined." Holma explained.

"Cancel all further shipments to the Confederacy." Harald ordered.

"But Harald, you can't just cancel them all. We are sworn to tributaries of the Confederacy. Your ancestor, Jarl Rerir signed the pact..." She began to explain.

"I am well aware and I don't care. Under my rule Ostmark will cease to provide for the needs of dying kings in a frozen wasteland across the sea." Harald stated.