Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150507041541/@comment-25038310-20150515121917

The images of the vision still lingered clearly in Bjorn's and Jack's mind, but they as well had more pressing matters to attend to. Jack looked up at Savannah, and Bjorn simply crossed his arms as he stared at the map of tamriel, which was on the table.

"Hate is a rough word," Jack said. "We all dislike eachother in some way, don't we? The Ghost-Wolves do not tend to get along with 'Assassins and thieves', I doubt. And unfortunately, that dislike is shared by many in this alliance, Savannah."

He turned to her, rather seriously. "You are not the only victim of dislike, I'm afraid. Some Masked-Eyes in my own troops do not like teaming up with warriors and Elves. I am sure that there is also an amount of Elves in your own forces that do not like the idea of teaming up with Nords. And as I said before, the Nords surely do not like us or the Dominion."

"My own brother, Antoine Masked-Eye, attempted to assassinate me when he disliked my choice of allies. Now, he is out of Solitude, on the run for Masked-Ones that are trying to hunt him down for this treachery."

He sighed oncemore.

"This alliance is built on old rivalries and a variation of ideals and means. If we, the leaders of our armies, cannot find a way to look past our differences in fighting and our old histories, I fear that soon the Masked-Eyes, the Dominion and the Clans will see eachother with a sword buried in their chests, rather than fighting together against a much stronger force - The Cultists."