Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24793042-20150820043328/@comment-10197675-20150825102357

Stringle sat upon his throne within Mistveil Keep having a proud but bitter look upon his rotten face, he looked over the Keep feeling all-powerful and in control. His tall and brutish Orc Steward and second in command, Blackwire Bottomby stood by his side, a loyal servant of the Jarl, who was set as Stringle's muscle and voice. Other attendances of the Jarl were either pacing around the Keep or sitting upon chairs, prepping plans or gracing their time in the Lords presence.

The door of the keep slowly opened as a courier briskly marched in gradually making his way through the keep, not daring to run, and up towards the Jarls throne. Blackwire stood out in front of the throne as the courier approached the Jarl, he handed the Steward a note, "A note for the Jarl" the courier wheezed. Bottomby looked down at the courier with a mean and ungrateful expression, he took the note and handed it to the Jarl before then looking back at the courier who just stood there with an anxious smile. "Go away" Grunted the Steward. "Yes Sir" the courier whispered as he swiftly turned and made his way towards the exit of the Keep with Bottomby's eyes fixed upon him all the way.

Stringle snarled and mumbled as he received the note, he unfolded it and started to read the text. "Jarl Warian Stringle of Riften, I have processed and sent this letter to you and your commands up in Mistveil Keep to state that your biddings in an attempt to take all the profit made from the Thieves Guild of Riften have failed, for no existing member of the guild wish to follow your corrupt and foolish commands to take their earnings, therefore I write to tell you that the Thieves Guild will not offer a single Rift to your party. I wish to see no more further offers that you may wish to make, yours, the Guilds Leader."

Stringle's face then screwed up as he crumpled up the note and tossed it onto the floor, immediately it was picked up by a servant. Stringle then stood up pusing the servant aside as he stared pacing around his throne.

"Those Thieves to whom they call themselves the Theives Guild... they are filth Blackwire, filth. How dare they offer nothing in return to me after I make them ghosts towards the city guard, hmph..." the Jarl whimpered.

"They will pay sir, if they wont in coin then they will in blood!" The orc tightened his fist," I can name countless nobles, Jarls, bandits and peasant folk who want them gone, they may offer good coin to us if we rid of the Thieves. You could raise taxes if they are wiped out, for the people of Riften wont have to deal with there thievery anymore. I will personally march into the Ratways and kill all those scummy thieves myself!" Bottomby raised his voice as it echoed in the halls, and through his rage the Orc pushed a servant to the ground who whimpered and cried, before then turning back to the Jarl.

A Smirk grew on the Jarls face... "Do it... and make sure you leave non alive Blackwire!" Bottomby then readied his axe as he assembled a group of guards, to which they all headed down towards the Ratways...