Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-25126355-20160816121848

(Damian forgets about the Cyrodiilic Counts. They too are a part of the court...)

Smiling, Luthor leaned back in his chair, sipping his wine. ''Seems old Damian's been infected with the curse of hubris. Such a shame. Few men survive long, once that particular "disease" takes root.''

"Well, it's quite simple really. Father and Her Imperial Majesty both fear greatly for Jannia's safety, and that of her children. Ever since Darius announced he would not intervene in this war, both have been trying to convince my stubborn sister to return to Cyrodiil for it's duration. But, like so many exceptional women before her, Jannia has fallen in love with that baffoon she calls a husband. So, she refuses to leave his side. But, if something were to happen that would cause a rift between the two, I doubt she'd wish to stay. He's on his way back to Evermore now, but if he were to head off onto another campaign too soon... Well, even her patience has a limit." Luthor explained, drumming his fingers on the chalice in his hand.

One thing that everyone always seemed to forget, was just how wealthy the Hassildors were. With a fortune second only to the Emperor, spending thousands or even hundreds of thousands on causes they believed in, meant little to them in the long run. They had spent nearly fifteen hundred years building their fortune. They had seen the rise and fall of two empires now, so people who think they might take advantage of them, often find out the hard way how unlikely that is...