Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150507041541/@comment-5583506-20150512180610

When Valkyrie woke up after taking a short nap by Perdix side, she rolled out of bed and placed a quick peck on his cheek, deciding not to wake him up. She got redressed with some effort as she was still quite dizzy from the rude awakening of a drunken soldier collapsing right outside their tent.

She strapped on her armor and headed out with a decisive manner, her fur cloak flowing behind her.

The warriors around the courtard all tilted their helmets or slightly raised their weapons as a sign of respect as she approached.

One could almost think that I am a queen, she reflected. But queens don't fight wars.

She approached Hist-of-his-Kin's tent with somber steps. She couldn't help but worry over the fact that the Argonian Patriarch might have been mortally wounded. She entered the tent and found him lying in his bed, breathing steady and heavily.

"Who... who's there?" he mumbled.

"It's... Valkyrie"

A small smile fell upon his lips. "The wolf mother comes to trouble herself with the lizards", he smirked. "Adorable. So how can I help you?"

"I feel terrible for asking you, but we cannot delay this any longer. I need to now where Clan Bone Obelisk stands on the matter concerning the Thalmor."

The Patriarch slowly rolled his weary eyes up to the ceiling of his tent and sighed.

"Please, Patriarch", pleaded Valkyrie.

"They are Elves", he said with a sharpness to his tone. "They are not to be trusted. Slightest sign of potential weakness and they shall overcome you. As they did with my clan many ages ago."

"That was the Dunmer", said Valkyrie.

"Elves", he spat. "They are cut from the same cloth, no matter where they come from. Where there is a weakness there is an intent to abuse it. Don't think of me as intolerant, Valkyrie. There are plenty of Elves out there who may be smiling at you and do you favours, but you know as well as I, that underneath that surface lies a dormant will to dominate mankind. Don't judge me. It exists in us all. The human race is no exception. The ambition... to rule supreme..."

Valkyrie lowered her head. "So, it is a no then?"

He shook his head. "You will have my clan's support, but know this Valkyrie: the Dominion will never rest. They haven't forgotten. Save them now and they might be your grandchildren's headsmen."

She nodded in understanding. "I understand. But the Dragon Cult will be our headsmen now, if we don't do something."

"I know", he said and smiled slightly. "Now go. I have... plans... to return to the Chamber of Bone. I will... let He-Cuts-Deeper assume the command of my armies. Consider him to be your ally and your closest friend amongst the Argonians as for now."

Valkyrie nodded once more and exited the tent. Clan Gorehound, Clan Ghost-Wolf, Clan Blood Raven, Clan Wraith's Paw and half of Clan Frost-Fang, with support by Clan Ghost Oak. And now Clan Bone Obelisk... In truth, the result of the day couldn't have gone any better...