Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588187-20141029221258/@comment-25020300-20141103010050

(don't die on me RP!)

Kerak looked deeply into the fire. He didn't know what to expect from it, but all he did want was to be warmer. He sat just out of a blizzard in Winterhold hold, crouching his legs close and drinking some of his mead. He was dressed in Stormcloak garb, but he did nothing as an Imperial walked close to him.

"Ha! I should be the one curled up trying to keep warm. Morrowind where you down?"

"Bah, I just need to get used to it again. Any word on the Jarl?"

"He is nearing the city. We'll need you to get into the guard and prepare for the attack."

Kerak felt bad, after all, it was him that had defended this Jarl almost to the death back in the civil war. Now, he was on the other side, and plotting to assassinate him. He didn't like it, but he went where the Septims lead, and even though his home army was amongst the most powerful in the land, there was no question that the Imperials were the one with the coin.