Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24274010-20140402140833/@comment-50.188.138.207-20140515054744

The Blood Pack gathered around the longhouse in Falkreath. Romulus stood at the door, holding Siddgeir by the arm in one hand and a sword in the other. "Recently, we have faced severe damage at the hands of our enemies, specifically the Dawnguard and the Volkihars" yelled Romulus, beginning a speech to the Blood Pack. "However, I refuse to allow them to be able to do the amount of damage against us that they do. Due to this, I have already enacted a plan that should destroy the entire Volkihar clan. And yet, the Dawnguard remain. Therefore, I declare war against them. They are possibly our most dangerous enemy, and so we will destroy them, and when we do so, nobody will ever able to combat us ever again! And this, you see, is what I do to my enemies." Suddenly Romulus lifted Siddgeir off the ground and held him to the door of the longhouse, then stabbed Siddgeir through the heart, pinning him to the door. Cheering broke out among the Blood Pack. The newcomers were initially uncomfortable cheering for the death of their old jarl, but as their minds became more and more that of a werewolf, they soon began cheering as well. "Quiet, quiet" said Romulus. "As some of you will recall, before traveling here, I said that we would go to Willow's lair after this. We are still going to do that. In fact, to avoid the risk of an assault, we will be departing immediately. Find armor, supplies, and weapons for yourselves, then leave immediately. Go with a newcomer. And as each veteran/newcomer pair leaves, burn down a house. Leave only the longhouse standing." Romulus finished his speech, and watched the werewolves find supplies, armor and weapons. Romulus simply took everything he needed from inside the longhouse. Soon, pairs of werewolves were leaving, each pair lighting up a different structure. Last of all, Romulus left in order to look better to all members of the Blood Pack. The flames of Falkreath leapt into the air behind him, devouring the small town, as about 50 pairs of werewolves travelled cross country to the lair of Willow.