Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150318011410/@comment-5583506-20150323022155

He-Cuts-Deeper, the father of Xaleel, Hist's brother-in-law, and the commander of Clan Bone Obelisk's forces, slammed his cleaver into the table. "I say we break those fucking gates open with raw physical strength! My Reptyrants are strong! We fear nothing, be it arrow, steel or cursed undead!"

Valkyrie couldn't help but admire the Argonian's bravery... and his foolishness. She also couldn't help to lament to crack he had put into the oak table.

There goes that piece of furniture...

Hist-of-his-Kin eventually calmed him down. "Patience, commander. You will face battle soon enough."

"I have got a fleet of ships ready to head out from Windhelm", said Jagvar. "Trading ships, of course, but we could always sail under false flag and land forces directly behind the city. While some are keeping the main gate busy, we might be able to sneak in a couple of troops or two from behind."

"Bah!" boasted Ebba. "Ships? Arm your soldiers with ghost oak bark and you shall never have to fear those rotten priests again. I say we march head on, hammer down those big doors of theirs!"

He-Cuts-Deeper nodded in agreement.

Androval Mandus studied the other clanleaders under silence from his side of the table.