Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140710003207/@comment-5583506-20140711202013

(It's not that he is stupid. He believes that he has been wronged and that his enemies can only justify this with their deaths. To argue with him would be like arguing with a wall. When he has set his mind on something there is nothing in the world that can change it. He is stubborn, to put it mildly)

Ungol-gro-Daznag, the captain of The Mangy Mongrel docked at the southern side of the city and marched ashore with a hundred men.

"Take the turret defenses, men!" he roared and waved around with his butcher's sword. "Or I will have crew-steak for tonight!"

The men obeyed and started to split up and capture the southern side as a strategic point.

Meanwhile Naj'ima, captain of The Bloody Hound entered the city from the north with another hundred men. The Khajiit woman hissed at her men and simply pointed with her scimitar where she wanted them to go and conquer. And the men obeyed...

Didrik watched this from the distance at the steering wheel of The Flayed Bitch. "Such a familiar sight", he remarked.