Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191115113925

Jofrodr had never experienced either, so he couldn't comment on whether death was better than torture.

Tannr didn't seem too bothered now that he was off the boat and, unlike when he was a cub, he didn't seem to be bothered by being around so many people.

--

Before long the camp was set up and the Companions were able to rest.

Randagulf approached the two women, whom had set up their tents right next to each other. "I've received word from Jarl Ivar that tomorrow the Jarl of Vindhelm will be having a meeting with all of the army leaders in his palace. I will be going to represent the Companions alongside the various captains. The camp will be left in the charge of Gudmund. I know you two don't get along well with him, but try not to cause trouble. Any bad behavior will reflect poorly on the whole crew."

"I understand, father." Elisiv muttered. She wasn't going to remain at camp anyway so there shouldn't be any problems with Gudmund.

--

"Jarl Harald." Holma approached him when he returned to the palace.

"What is it Holma?" He asked.

"It is about our food stocks. I must inform you that the army you've assembled is draining the city's food supplies very rapidly. Even with the supplies that the various forces brought with them, we will run dry within a few weeks." She reported.

"You don't need to worry Holma, I don't plan on remaining in Vindhelm for much longer. We will be gone within a few days. Just as soon as the final preparations have concluded. Holma, tomorrow I will be hosting a meeting with the various army leaders. I will need you to have the banquet hall retrofitted to accommodate a war council. My war room is much too small for so many different people." The Jarl said.

"I will have it done first thing in the morning, my Jarl." The Steward bowed.

"What you see is irrelevent." Arch-Curate Torvus' eyes narrowed. Karyor could see a burning hatred in them "The truth of the matter is you have as much of their blood in you as ours and you've been living among them all this time. Meanwhile you know nothing of Mereth and its people. I say you are more like them than us."

"Father..." Yslenor interjected. "Whatever your personal feelings about the humans, we can use him against them."

Torvus looked over to her, then back to Karyor. "Yes, I am aware. Your letters mentioned that this boy knows the Atmorans' voice magic."

"He does. His most powerful spell is can summon a lightning storm. I've already been retrofitting Gondorin to better prepare it for the invasion with that spell in mind." Yslenor said.

Torvus' gaze to Karyor maintained its hatred. "I would like nothing more than to erase you from this world, half-breed. Your abominable existence is an insult to our people. However, we find ourselves at a dire situation so I won't throw away a valuable asset. So long as you fight for Mereth I will tolerate your presence in my lands. If at any point that chances I will not hesitate to end you, by my own hands if need be. Do I make myself clear, boy?"