Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141021150035/@comment-24148289-20141021180626

Shakh had been trying to think of a plan to try and attack one of the big cities for a long while now, but he knew none of the plans would work. He's not incredibly smart, but he has a strong knowledge in planning and executing atacks. There isn't really a need to attack Whiterun, he just wants people to fear his bandit clan.

"Generalllllllll. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Generallllll!" one of the bandits was shouting as he sprinted into the camp. Shakh was towering over his assistant with a table and a map in front of them as the bandit ran up the small set of stairs.

"What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?" Shakh growled.

"Oh General I know that, but I've seen some Stormcloak soldiers a few steps down the road on horses with a big carriage. I don't know what's in there but it's probably weapons and gold, right?" Shakh seemed very interested in the idea.

"All right, but which direction are they coming?"

"Right in our direction General."

"Right" Shakh snarled. "Rally up some troops and tell em I'll be down soon. If they don't listen to ya, tell em about the carriage of gold and weapons and that they won't get any shares of it if they don't shut up and listen, ok?"

"Yes General!" the young bandit shouted as he walked back down the stairs.

"Right so as I was saying..."