Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191111113535

It took a few more minutes before the room was filled with about two dozen elves, seperated into the sets of benches on the right and left of the room. Those in the left, Karyor noticed, were all curates while those on the right all wore armor and seemed to be paladins. Karyor was seated among them probably because he was wearing Falmer armor.

About a minute after the elves were seated three others came and sat down in front of them all. The one that sat in front of the paladins was a warrior in similar armor, with a silver cirlet upon his brow. The one that sat in front of the curates was an elderly elf in luxurious robes and an intricate silver circlet on his head, in human years he might have been in his 60s - though he was likely much older. Lastly was a young woman that sat down on the marble throne. She wore a black and silver dress with an ebony crown on her head which had a large diamond in the center.

The old elf was the one that spoke. "I am sure that you are all aware of the militarization efforts conducted in the past few months and some among you may even know the reason for this. The time has come for the rest of you to know the truth behind this. The Atmorans have declared war on us and are currently gathering their forces for their invasion."

Quite a few shocked gasps and worried murmurs errupted among the seated Falmer. Karyor could even see a surprised face on the young woman on the throne for a moment, though her face quickly returned to normal to keep up appearances.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions." the Arch-Curate said. "We will answer them. To repel these hostiles, we will need all of you to be on the same page."

The companions of the Ylgermet loaded up their supplies onto the boats.

When they began to load up their horses the problem of where to put Tannr came up.

"We can't exactly place him with the other animals." Helgi noted.

"He is trained, he won't harm them." Jof argued.

"That may be so, but the horses don't know that." Helgi shrugged.

Bodvar was there, scratching his head on what to do. "We may need to place him on another boat." The captain had been impressed at the growth of the cat. While some of the other shield-brothers argued that the cat should be left behind, Bodvar knew the advantage such a powerful trained animal could give them in battle.

Lars' decision was a wise one. Necromancy wasn't something that the Atmorans reacted well with. They saw it as a perversion of their ancestors' spirits. To force one of their ancestors back to the mortal world from Sovngarde was a most dishonorable act. Even if he explained that the undead that he summoned weren't the same as raising the dead, they were unlikely to believe him or be able to tell the difference.

It took them a whole day to carry everything to the bottom of the waterfall and when it was all done the army was exhausted. It was the Jarl's decision to rest of the night before continuing the trip, though in truth the suggestion came from the Thane.

The Hvitstrad army set up camp beside the river for the soldiers to rest after a long day of manual labor.

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"Thank the gods that there is only one waterfall from Hvitstrad to Vindhelm." Elisiv muttered. She was sore all over her body. She was sitting at one of the campfires set up by the Companions on their side of the camp.

Not far from her campfire was the one where Randagulf, Gunnar and Thane Egil were sitting. The three of them were sharing a drink like old friends.