Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170623221726/@comment-24685738-20170628160849

Arik took the letter, untying the letter from the arrow. He hesitated as his fingers brushed over the seal, glancing around, but he quickly broke it anyways.

He cleared his throat.

"'To the assorted traitors, criminals, and all around scum of the earth currently residing in the Tower of Crowhaven:'" He began, hesitantly, before his voice grew strong as he continued.

"'My Legions outnumber you one thousand to one. You have lost. That gives you two options. One, surrender my brother and sister. Choose one of your number to lose their head for the murder of my men. The rest of you will walk free. Two, stay in your tower. Pray for a god that will not come to save you. You may be able to hold that broken monstrosity for a few hours, before we storm the castle. I will give your women to my men. I will take the heads of your men. I will erase your names from history, and tear down any and all lasting creations you may have made, including books, art, homes, and children.

Either way, I will have my brother and sister. It is your choice as to how easily.

~Aerion Brightflame, Prince of Tamriel'"