Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-28667390-20170202023700

"Take a seat." Ylgar said, waving his hands towards the seats of the round table (imagine that but a bit larger). The spymaster, the scribe, the Stormblades, and the Frost-Hammers were present. Only Wolfsbane was missing. "I think it's clear by now that we've been betrayed." Ylgar heard murmuring around the table, besides Helvia, the spymaster, who already knew this. Some people nodding their heads, expecting this already.

"The Imperials never had any balls to fight for themselves." Armod Stormcloak stated coldly, "The elves castrated them with the Concordat."

"I agree," Ylgar said, "but with this new emperor, I thought we could find hope. I thought perhaps they weren't puppets. Luckily, I would not give up Bruma to the 'emperor'. We lost nothing, I gave nothing, only took his whiskey."

"Does that mean the battle for Chorrol is back on the agenda?"

"No, we shall sit here and wait-- of course it is back on!" Ylgar sardonically replied, "Here's the plan"...