Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140409182001/@comment-25012303-20140413163750

Wimber merely turned and assumed the form of smoke again, setting off toward Cyrodiil. She flew until the snowy terrain became lush green fields, and suddenly, she found her fortress: Castle Leyawiin. She once again let the smoke evaporate, and without breaking pace, she strode toward the Castle, splaying her hands, and sending two guards into the walls. She threw open the doors, and stood before the Count.

"Your intrusion upon my Castle is no longer welcome. I once again require my home, and I will not see it taken away from me by a petty monarch. I therefore give you two options: You may leave, and take your guard with you, or you may stay, where I will challenge your throne, and you must fight me, lest you be branded a coward, and have your power stripped from you, and bestowed unto me. Should you accept my duel, in the event of my victory, I will assume command of your guard, and furthermore, your city. Do you accept?"

The Count said nothing, he merely stood, and threw off his robe, exposing the muscles that lay underneath.