Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125010554/@comment-24696651-20150125145312

Luciun could finally join his army at Falkreath watchtower. They'd have taken it by now. Luciun marched with the remainder of his army - twenty knights, two hundred guards he'd outfitted with heavy weapons, a hundred regular guards, and fifity military engineers he'd hired. He didn't have the money to hire the engineers, but once the money came in from the trade agreement, he'd be able to pay. He marched for a few days before reaching Falkreath watchtower.

"Men," Luciun shouted to the tower. "It is me, your Jarl!"

Immediately, the gates were open. The men had done a pretty good job of repairing them, and they'd also set up a few makeshift barricades around the entrance. Luciun figured they'd need only five engineers to fix it up properly, and about twenty guards to protect it. After all, it could only be attacked through the gates.

As the men filed through the fort, Sigmund approached Luciun.

"My liege, the warlocks who resided here..." Sigmund began, trailing off.

"Yes?" Luciun asked.

"Well... I think you better see for yourself."

Sigmund lead Luciun to the cages where they kept the warlocks. They hadn't been cleaned up, so Luciun could clearly see what they'd done to the bodies.

"Get the archers to assemble on the walls," Luciun said quietly. "One arrow each. Nooked."

"Yes, sir," he said, running away to do as he was told.

Luciun then got the nobles together. He didn't say anything to the nobles, he just gathered them around and grabbed the warlock leader, dragging him out of the cage. The knights did likewise. The warlocks were taken to the courtyard, where the archers had assembled on the walls. The archers were nervously chattering amongst themselves.

"Form a square in the middle," Luciun told the warlock leader, quietly.

The warlock leader protested, "But-"

"GET IN THE MIDDLE!" Luciun roared, instantly silencing the archers. The warlocks meekly did as they were told, and bunched up in the middle.

"You have defiled the bodies of the dead," Luciun said, neither loudly nor softly. Aside from Luciun's voice, it was deadly quiet. "You have violated their sanctity. You have commited an abhorrent act in the eyes of Arkay."

"But-"

"Have you not disrepected the dead?" Luciun asked, looking the warlock dead in the eye, daring him to disagree.

"Yes," the leader admitted.

"Then there is no other action that can be taken," Luciun stated. "Archers!"

"Think about this-" the warlock protested as the archers drew their strings.

"FIRE!"

Instantly, arrows flew through the air, all towards the warlocks. None missed. Within a second, the buzz of arrows stopped. The warlocks were dead.

"Clean this mess up," Luciun told a soldier, before walking into the quarters of the fort.