Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141002013324/@comment-29559990-20141011034650

(Ok, lets try and get started. Kinda disappointing ;-;)

Suddenly, as the mercenaries were discussing their pay, one of the guards barged into the small building, looking exasperated, bruised, battered, and near-death. Huffing and puffing, he said "Jarl... Problem... big..."

Horrskar's head snapped up when the man entered. "Oh, now what." He cried in an irritated tone.

"Rorikstead... Squadron... Ambush... Daedra!" The man spat out, desperately trying to catch his breath.

"The squadron was ambushed?! Dammit!" Horrskar nearly shrieked.

As this was happening, Andol had walked in, and asked the Jarl "What squadron?"

"Nice of you to join us, Captain." Horrskar sneered. "To answer your question, I sent a Search Party to Rorikstead this morning before the attacks to see if they could salvage. Now, I've lost another set of guards to these damn Daedra!"

There was a long silence, before Horrskar continued. "You bunch seem to know how to kill a Daedra. Why don't you head back down to Rorikstead and eradicate these Daedra. I need to stay here and get my city back in order."