Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24274010-20140622025837/@comment-17114085-20140622193047

Raccan was at the Meeting Room, his advisors pestering him about every little thing. He zoned out through most of it. Can't understand how father could stand this, I am almost passing out of boredom. But one thing caught his attention.

"...more reports of Aldmeri ships along the southern coast..." said one of the advisors.

"How close to the coast?" asked Raccan.

"A few miles." said the advisor. "The ship was most likely scouting the coast."

"Looking for week points?" asked another advisor.

"Maybe." said another advisor.

"Then an invasion is imminent. We know the elves want our lands, they tried to conquer them during the last Great War." said an Advisor.

"We fought them to a stand still before." said an advisor.

"Yeah, but that was because they barely had any troops left." said one advisor. "We can't stand against them alone."

"We need the Nords." said another advisor.

"We don't need the Nords, we need the Bretons." said one of them.

Raccan was tired of the bickering. "Enough..." he said, all went quiet. "...we need everyone. The Aldmeri are stronger than ever, if the Empire could barely fight them to a truce before then one nation isn't going to stand a chance against them now. We need allies more than ever. We are probably their next target so we have no time to waste."