Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170811001656/@comment-5583506-20170824012356

The White-Gold Tower stood erected in the middle of the Imperial City like a pillar symbolizing the might of Tamriel. Though the line of emperors was since long gone, the Elder Council remained to represent the power of unity between the nations. The Heroes' Guild however would always be considered as the lap dogs of the council. A dangerous weapon to be kept on a tight leash.

Bethany nodded in regards to Gabryel's statement. "We'll have to make sure that we represent the very best of us, even though we might be fresh."

Some Imperial Palace Guards kept a watchful eye on the group as they made their way through the gates, demonstratively placing a hand on the pommel of their swords should push come to shove.

Inside the palace itself there was peace and quiet. Only the echoes of their footsteps could be heard as they walked through the tall archways and into the council chamber where they were met by the harsh glares of a member of each race found in Tamriel.

"Seen more cheer in The Woodcutter's Wife", Ylva whispered to Jerus.

"Ah, so this here is your new batch, Prophet?" the Dunmer ambassador said to the Guildmaster. "Not the most impressive lot. I trust that our tax money pay well for their training and education?"

Just give me a moment alone with you and I'll show you just how well, Ylva reflected, immediately taking a dislike to these people, tightening her fist.

The Guildmaster motioned for the heroes to take a seat around the round table in the council chamber. "I trust that the rest of your comrades will be here soon as well?" he asked inquisitively.

"Ah, I see", Pierre shrugged, drumming with his fingers along the backs of several books before finding an appropriate one. "Could this be of interest?" he asked, holding out a record in which every known power and ability had been documented and designated to the hero possessing said traits.