Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150507041541/@comment-5543592-20150509232311

"We can't do this ourselves." Perdix began. "We don't have the numbers.  You may think that organizing into clans and dividing yourselves from one another has made you stronger.  It's made you unique.  But in truth, it's weakened you.  Nor has it made you unique.  You are still Nords, regardless of the fact that you've split yourselves.  And your culture is all the same, despite what you may think.  You all really aren't so different." Perdix was mobile as he talked, and made gestures to prove points. "But I'm not stupid enough to think I can persuade you to hold hands and sing kumbaya with just a few words.  I know you all have histories that go back eras.  What I am saying that, as you are, as we are- there isn't a chance we can beat the Cultists.  Despite what you may think of them, we need the Masked-Eyes.  They aren't going to stab any of you in the back, and thinking so makes you down right paranoid.  They want the priests as dead as we do.  And they're willing to give their help." Perdix walked around to the table, and brushed his hand along it.

"But they've also promised the Dominion their help.  And if we want the Masked-Eye's held, and we need there help, we have to take in the Dominion.  The Dominion has no designs on your humanity, nor do they want to purge you from the earth.  They're tired, weary elves, who just want to live normal lives again.  They're entire country was destroyed.  That's got to hurt.  I'm not saying they would help us if the same thing happened.  But isn't that what honor is about?  They've come to us in their time of need, and we need to do the moral, honorable thing and help them.  And in turn, they'll fight for us.  If you really, really want to rid Skyrim of the dragon worshippers, you all need to swallow your pride.  I don't like it any more than you do, but it's necessary.  If not for yourselves, do it for the children, who will have to live with the choices we're making right now. So it's one of two things. Tell both the Dominion and the Masked-Eyes to go fuck themselves, and let ourselves get massacred out of spite, or show them that stiff upper-Nordic-lip, tough it out, and take back Skyrim."

Perdix hardened his face and stared at each of the leaders in turn. "Which one of those options sounds better to you?"