Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20161220050036/@comment-30797179-20170125013227

Andel Indarys, the Count of Cheydinhal stood stroking his silver-grey beard as he studied a map of Cyrodiil.

"Count Indarys, I almost gaurentee you that the city is safe! The Aureans will most definitley head to Chorrol. It's strategically the soundest plan for them." A Breton councilor stressed, his Imperial counterparts seemed to be unsure. The Legate named Cavlos shook his head as he folded his arms.

"So what would you have us do? Leave the gates wide open for those Northern bastards to burn our city to the ground?" Legate Cavlos stressed.

"Cavlos is right. We must prepare for anything, whether its a main army or a just a vanguard to unsettle us." The count said sternly. He pointed his ringed finger to the vast gap that was the Heartlands. "If they've taken Bruma, they have a base for a steady line of reinforcements which will trickle down from Skyrim or Hammerfell."

"Aye. Have you sent for word from the Imperial city?" Legate Calvas asked. The Breton councillor looked sour and stayed quiet.

"Indeed, I havent recieved any word yet, have you heard anything?" The Count asked the other councillors.

"Only that they say the Aurean's will have an army of 4'000 here within a fortnight," One councillor said. "-and that the Dunmer houses have considered joining the war against us." Another said.

"Ah, well. Rumours are like a flame blown in the wind." The count said as he dismissed the councillors with a slight hand gesture. "Make sure those ditches are 10 foot by Noon!" He called out, the councillors bowed and left.