Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140812154057/@comment-24123288-20140813083850

Lianne still sat under the bar, slowly rocking herself over onto the floor as she rolled back and stared longingly at the ceiling with a small sigh.

Left alone again…she thought, her eyes tracing the wooden panelling whilst she counted the amount of planks, soundlessly muttering the numbers.

''I thought I had finally proved myself. ''

''5. ''

That they could see I really was capable of doing something more useful than stand around looking scared. The Bosmeri Dunmer sighed again.

''I need to learn how to be brave without a drink in me. ''

''I need to be like my parents… ''

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~Meanwhile on a worthless rock…~



Dozens of guards stood to attention on the makeshift port at Tel Mythrin as The Justicar returned from its journey into Cyrodiil. Tiberionus stepped off first, closely followed by the rest of his crew. The Dunmer King wore a scowl on his face, his eyes focused wholly and completely on the giant mushroom, just barely visible through the thick fog that still covered the land. He moved quickly through the ash, despite the size and weight of his armour, and entered his home for the past few months, ever since this war started...

Ali glanced up from her book as soon as she herd the door open and rushed over to her husband, grinning nervously.

“You’re home love!” She soothed, wrapping her arms around his cold armour. “Did it go well?”

Tiberionus stood motionless, his face angry. “Does the fog still linger?” He seethed.

Ali looked up and stepped back, shrinking away out of fear. “Y-yes…” She admitted, despite its obviousness.

“Then do you really have to ask if it went well?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The female Dunmer shook her head, stepping back some more. “S-sorry…” She replied meekly.

<p class="MsoNormal">Tiberionus sighed, heading to the stairs leading to his vantage point that overlooked the area. “I want you to do something Ali.” He said quietly, not even bothering to look at her. “Go get the Hunter.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Ali nodded and rushed off outside, her dress blowing in the wind.

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<p class="MsoNormal">A few hours later and Tiberionus was growing impatient. He turned from his window and glared at the door with his hands behind his back.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Where are you? ''

<p class="MsoNormal">His head jolted upwards in shock when he heard a soft thump land on the balcony. The window slowly opened and the King smirked, feeling the point of her spear in his back.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You really shouldn’t do that you know…” He chuckled, for the first time in days. “I am well aware of my disadvantages, Hunter.” He enthused, raising his hand and moving quickly. He pulled out his battleaxe and knocked the spear away. The Hunter didn’t seem surprised and planted her spear on the ground, holding it away from herself. Her eyes glimmered under her hood. You could tell she was smiling.

<p class="MsoNormal">Tiberionnus chuckled again, resting his massive weapon on his shoulder. An odd silence fell between the pair as the Kings face grew more serious. The Hunter nodded, seemingly understanding.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You pressed the advantage whilst I was gone?” Tiberionus asked, sheathing his weapon.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Hunter nodded, motioning to the window and Tiberionus stepped forwards, peering through the mist. It couldn’t be seen, but Tiber spent many days memorising the maps of Solstheim for easier marching in the fog. He knew the closest landmark in that direction…

<p class="MsoNormal">“You took the Citadel while I was away?” He queried, raising an eyebrow.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Hunter nodded, stepping out onto the balcony and using her spear to get up onto the top of Tem Mythrin.

<p class="MsoNormal">She returned a few minutes later carrying something.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was a head…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Gods!” Tiberionus whispered in shock. “I believed you. You didn’t need to bring me back a zombies head as proof!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Hunter merely shrugged before she tossed the head out the window, watching it fly off and vanish into the mist below.

<p class="MsoNormal">“So, we have taken Ashfallow Citadel…” Tiberionus mumbled, falling deep into thought as his brain worked out the strategies. The Hunter leaned against the wall, her spear in hand as she watched the cogs turn.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Now. Do we go to Nchardak in the east, or would it be best to press our advantage and keep up the pressure on Landyt by heading to Highpoint Tower? ''The Dunmer sighed, rubbing his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Fallen roam everywhere, and the more outposts I take, the more men and women I’ll need. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''But an attack from behind would cripple us… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Only a fool would leave Nchardak unscathed… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Tib grinned and the Hunter glanced over, awaiting her orders. “You are very efficient my dear. I will send word back to Vivec and get us more men. They will bolster the numbers at Ashfallow Citadel. We cannot lose any more ground now that we have finally gained some momentum!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Hunter came off the wall, nodding in agreement. She glanced out the window, her spear out and ready for action.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You will go East. Clear out Nchardak of the fallen and then head back here.” He instructed.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Hunter turned back, questioning him.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes. Alone.” Tiberionus said simply. “You are far more efficient and…experienced in this than all of us combined. I am not sending a few men to burden you, when you can handle it yourself.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Hunter nodded again, her eyes showing her determination. She bowed slightly and ran off, leaping out of the window and plunging down into the ash, using her spear to break her fall.

<p class="MsoNormal">Tiberionus shook his head, smiling softly. “You never fail to impress…” He whispered, stepping out and watching her figure vanish into the fog.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you?”