Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20171101135341/@comment-2165692-20180127164356

Nazrei enters the War rooom "Jarl Ulfric." She said as she bowed. Ulfric turned and looked at her

"Coldmoon, what a surprise. Your assistance at Markarth proved invaluable, we will soon push the Empire out of Skyrim." he said

Nazrei looked up "Actually, I'm here on the orders of the Dragonborn and a message from the Greybeards."

Ulfric looked surprised for a moment but quickly regained his composure "It's about time they turned their gaze from the heavens, back to our bleeding homeland. What do they want?"

Nazrei Jumped up and sat down at the edge of the war table and crossed her legs "They want to negotiate a truce until the dragon menace is dealt with. It was the Dragonborns idea but she has a good--"

Ulfric interrupted her before she could finish by raising a hand "I have the greatest respect for the Greybeards, of course. And the dragon attacks are a growing plague. But the political situation is still delicate. Not all the Jarls are fully committed to supporting me as High King. I can't afford to appear weak. I can't agree to this unless Tullius himself will be there."

"Ulfric, this is much more grave than you think, they're not just dragons, their leader Alduin has returned!" Nazrei said

Ulfric for the first time showed fear "Alduin? The World-Eater of song and legend? If that's true...well, it changes the situation doesn't it? Even Tullius may be forced to talk sense in the face of such a threat." Ulfric thought for a moment as he slowly regained his normal expression.

Nazrei jumped off the table "So you'll come to the peace council?"

Ulfirc looked down at Nazrei again "Yes. I'll give Tullius one more chance to quit Skyrim with his tail between his legs."

Ulfric looks at Galmar, "Come Galmar, let us move to High Hrothgar." he said as they brought their respctive weapons. Nazrei followed them out.

Erandur walked up a road that had been hidden under the snow as none had wandered it for a long time. It didn't take long for the three Frost trolls to come running "Draw your weapons, my friend, we must push through!" he starts throwing Fireballs at the approaching trolls, in his left hand he seems to carry an elven mace.

The wardrobes appeared empty.

As he walks, the townsfolk seemed to stop and stare at him as they passed him, even the smtih at his forge stopped what he was doing and a guard who had jusr opened the door to the barracks stood awestruck, obviously none had seen an Adlemer before.