Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20160622115416/@comment-25127382-20160704172200

Callidus was looking over the city from the Dragonsreach high balcony. Below he saw a trail of dead rats. His fault. They were unfortunate enough to become his prey.

He had claimed himself a home in Whiterun. The biggest building in the city, the one atop the hill. He had marked his territory all over it, and had used some weapons he found on the inside to seal all entrances shut, even the one via the barracks. No one would enter his palace without his say-so.