Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20180223214229/@comment-2165692-20180310114019

The Gargoyle uses it's claws to try and attack Enkaris, before finally getting killed b the Fireball from Arthur, The Second Gargoyle swiped at Elvrich as the Vampire fired another Chain Lightning, aiming for Enkaris, as Arthur was closer to the elf than the Gargoyle.

On the road to Karthwasten they are approaced by a man in forsworn clothing, his hand seems to be resting on his Orcish sword, unlike all other forsworn thus far, he was also, unlike his brethren. Alone, "Your names, now." he demands.

As the Cave bears run at them their bodies bob up and down, as they do the arrows go off course, the bear heading for Gunmar is hit in the leg but Gunmar is able to use the back of his axe to knock it out. He then jumps to the side onto the other bear and repaets the process. "These two have not done anything wrong..." he says as he sheathes his axe, he drags the arrow out of the bears leg and gives it back to Nathyn. "Don't know how well I'd have managed by myself. You have my thanks. You've helped me, so I suppose the least I can do is find out what Isran wants. He's still at that fort near Stendarr's Beacon, I assume?"

[b]Earlier at Dead Crone Rock[/b]

The Hagraven wails as Mordynak Dreadclaw bring a battleaxe down on it's neck. He takes the head by it's hair and throws it as it lands in Hag rock redoubt below him. He walks to the edge of the cliff and stares down until all the forsowrn's eyes are on him. He raises the axe to the skies and roars with all his might "Death to the Nords, for the forsworn and FOR THE REACH!" as his voice resounds through the southwestern part of the reach, even the orcs of Dushnikh yal turn to look for what they had just heard.

The Forsworn of the Redoubt roar in return "FOR THE FORSWORN, FOR THE REACH!" they chant. Mordynak then raises a hand to silence them all at once, miraculously it works, his might voice speaks again "Send word to the other tribes across skyrim. Deepwood Redoubt in northern skyrim, Lost Valley Redoubt to the Southeast and Red Eagle's ascent, the sundered towers to the Northeast. A New king rises as Madanach rots!" he roars, many forsworn are startled at his words of Madanach. But nevertheless they oblige. "The past is over, the age of the nords comes to an end as the age of the Forsworn rises!" he roars one final time, before quickly turning and walking towards the wordwall where Kyrenaz was waiting, he chuckled as he leaned on it. "Well then, King of the Forsworn, Mordynak Dreadclaw. Impressive, I must say." he said

Mordynak stared at him "And what now? Do we attack Markarth and reclaim it?" he asked. Kyrenaz raised a hand to his own chin and scratched "No, not yet, by next year I want you to rule the Forsworn, all across the reach, weaken the Stormcloaks and the Imperials until I return. And once I do, you will own Markarth and rule the hold." Kyrenaz said he then vanished in a flash of light leaving a glowing rune on the ground. Mordynak nodded and had some of his forsworn build a throne in front of the table and clean the useless junk that the Hagraven. Drascua had been using for rituals. The Pommel stone of Mehrunes razor he kept however.