Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-17114085-20160309120225

(@Pacman: That is how I had pictured it, yes.)

~17th of Sun's Height

The passage went on for nealy a quarter of a mile before Cynric finally was able to see the end. Along the way the path connected to other smaller caves, all a part of the Greenwall cave system.

At the distance they were falling the rocks hit significantly hard, but the sturdy defenses of the battering ram were holding for now.

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~12th of Hearthfire

When such a move occured, it left an opening that the Gweden warriors could use to stab at the men in the shieldwall. Currently, it was a battle of attrition. The warriors numbered 70 currently.

There were 30 cavalrymen left, but there a little less than twice as many archers, as their numbers dropped rapidly with each subsequent charge of the horsemen. Light infantry like archers were easy pickings for horsemen. What was difficult was avoiding the crossbow bolts from the Dragoons. But they just kept moving, making it harder for the enemies to get a clear shot.

What remained of the Gweden archers fired on the Dragoons while they tried to pick off the warriors.

(The Gweden army is at 110, while I'd estimate the Imperium forces at around a 160 or something similar.)

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~6th of Frostfall

When the arrows stopped, the marauders began their counter attack. Those left on the walls fired back at their foes.

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~25th of Frostfall

The Lady motioned with her hand to the door. "See you then."

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~21st of Evening Star

"So you want free passage through my lands, is that it?" The Jarl asked.

Fryssa nodded. "Aye, it is."

"Well that is something I can give, for a price. You see Queen Mother, I have been at war with Falkreath for over a year now and war isn't cheap. Both the Jarl of Falkreath and I are running out of funds. I will allow your son's army safe passage through my lands if he aids Whiterun in its war with a generous donation of gold." The Jarl offered.

"How generous?" Fryssa asked.

"70,000 gold." Bergritte replied.

"That...that is too much." Fryssa argued. It was nearly all of their treasury.

"It is my only offer. I will not accept any less." Bergritte said firmly. "I may be at war but I have enough soldiers in Whiterun to bar your son from crossing through my lands."