Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150107222248/@comment-24685738-20150107230556

The large ship with the lion-headed prow docked in Roa’s port, and began unloading goods and such. A tall man with a golden crown stepped off, after a few hours, and looked around. A lion accompanied him down.

Due to the death of King Orgnum by the hand of Adawulf Sea-Born, one of his multiple sons had been selected to be the new king: Erimond the Sea-Flame.

A mage of unmistakable power, Erimond was chosen because of his ruthlessness and his desire for retribution.

He hated the Sea-Borns. He hated them a lot.

Which would make Ulysses’ job easier.

The Honorable King of Pyandonea met Ulysses at the docks, with all the tact and grace of a rock. “What do you want?” The Maormer said, coolly.

“Only to look upon the great ruler of Pyandonea, the greatest nation of the world.” Ulysses said, with a deep bow.

The Maormer seemed to enjoy this flattery. As Ulysses had learned beforehand, he was a very vain man. “I see…”

“And to beg for his help.”

“Ah. There it is.” Erimond said. “How can I help you, so-called ’Lion of High Rock?’”

“I require complete control of your armies.”

Erimond shifted, whether in anger or nervousness Ulysses couldn’t tell. “Why?” He said, brusquely.

“To bring down Adawulf Sea-Born.” Ulysses said, though that wasn’t the whole reason.

The Maormer’s ears seemed to twitch at the name of the ’false god,’ and his blue-green cheeks turned slightly red. “Bring him down, you say?”

“Yes.”

“I will assist you in any way that I can.” Erimond said, knowing that it would be harder to attack the Ash god alone. Plus, as far as Erimond knew, Ulysses had a rather large army of Bretons.

“Really?” Ulysses said, with a smile. That was easier than he thought. With the Maormer and his own armies, they could easily take Alinor, and Ulysses could find the item he desired.

Then… They could take those other places.

“I have brought you a few gifts, however, Erimond.” Ulysses said, and turned, snapping his fingers.

Servants brought chests of gold, silver, ebony, spices, and a few other assorted goods.

Erimond looked at them, greedily, as his own servants took them back to the palace. “Where would you like my armies to go, first?”

“Alinor.”

“Alinor? What does that have to do with Adawulf Sea-Born?”

“There is a certain… Artifact there that will help us. And, to have the Altmer subjugated will mean that there is one less army trying to stop us.” Ulysses said, coolly.

“I see…” Erimond replied.

“Good. I expect you to have your armies mobilized within the week.” With that, Ulysses walked back to his ship, content in the fact that his army had grown exponentially.

With the addition of the Maormer fleets, Storm Mages, Serpent Riders, and infantry, well…

It would be much easier to accomplish his plans.

But… He still needed that item.