Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-24449631-20140903210434

It seemed like there was no end to the soldiers marching down the hill, as boulders kept fly overhead like with dreaded silence only to be followed by a large and shattering bang against the already quite delapitated eastern wall of Riften.

A rather young, but confident man, with a long flat nose, thin downward lips, hazel eyes and short trimmed black hair stood sat on his horse near Dayspring Canyon.

"General." One of his legates came riding in.

"Are we ready for the ultimate charge?"

"Not yet." Constantinius said alert. Almost as if he was a predator carefully stalking his prey. He watched. Waited. For the right moment to unleash hell.

"Guess, Tallius wasn't man enough for the job." The legate interrupted.

"sshh." The general shushed him. As if he was doing something that demanded undivided attention.