Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-5543592-20150920161301

Tegrer was bored.

It was 4:00 PM and he'd been on guard duty since dawn. Dawn!  Nothing happened in Falkreath. Nothing. Everybody knew it, so why were they having him run triple shifts?

"Ailex." Tegrer glanced over at his partner, the man guarding the other side of the gate. "Can we call it a day already?  Nothing's happening."

"Hey, the captain's been cracking down.  After that drinking incident, we're all at risk.  No way in hell am I risking my job because you're tired."

"Come on, mate.  He'll never know.  He's probably already home right now.  He only cracked down, because the Jarl got on his arse.  He's a nice guy."

"No, Tegrer." Ailex said, with finality. "We aren't-"  An arrow whizzed out of the bushes, and took Ailex through the neck.

"Ho, fuck!" Tegrer cried, before a second arrow took him through the eye.

Laelius watched as his troops descended on Falkreath. He was on a hill top, that had become his command station for the incursion.

"They don't stand a chance, my lord." Said some lieutenant.

"They never did." Laelius responded with a dryness unfitting to the situation.

Finally, the town bell rang. It knew it was under attack.

Guards rushed from their barracks, swords in hand. Laelius' men had rifles.

"Nords." Laelius snorted. "When will they learn." Flashes of light and loud cracks followed, and smoke rose into the air.

There were dying screams and shouts of pain, and soon the quiet Hold capital exploded in noise. The guards rapidly fell back to the barracks, and managed to hold the door, cutting down any who entered.

"Instruct the men to destroy the building." Laelius stated without a ping of empathy, instructing his lieutenant.

Ten minutes later, the barracks exploded in a giant fireball, one that shook the ground, and rattled your ears, as Laelius' men bombarded the barracks with bombs.

Laelius simply sighed. "Tell them to round up the civilians, and head for the keep.  They must know who is in charge, now."

In the end, Laelius' forces had suffered less than twenty casualties. The Falkreath Guard had suffered 100%.

The former Battlemage took it as poetic justice. Order at it's finest.