Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150116141921/@comment-25327264-20150119084611

The Wolfs Lair parade grounds were full of mercenaries now, marching in order to display their discipline. Whenever the soldiers marched past Aurelius stand, they saluted, and when they did, Aurelius waved his hand.

"How many companies are in our service now Tiberius?" Aurelius asked his Aide de camp.

The imperial looked at a list. "Our last estimate said several hundred companies arrived in the last week alone. We expect another three hundred this week." the Imperial said.

"That didn't answer the question." Aurelius shot back cooly.

"That makes three thousand companies of troops, excluding the four hundred companies of garrison guards." Tiberius nervously stated.

"How does that match our estimmations to the current armies warring in High Rock?"

"To be quite honest, I beleive that with the amount of troops we have, we may in the short term be able to overwhelm them, however long term we may be bogged down in guerilla warfare."

"Whats your assessment?"

"If we play the political climate correctly, we may yet receive vast tracts of land." Tiberus said "But if we were to wait for the war to be over, we can easily conquer the province."

"Good, tell the soldiers that we will march once a peace treaty has been signed there. I however must take my leave."

"Why my lord?"

"I have to visit a certain uncle of mine in Skyrim." Aurelius added with a smile.