Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140515165903/@comment-24449631-20140517174126

Rowan looked from under his hood.

''Still dark... ''he realised.

Day and Night as people of Nirn had known for centuries had seised to exist, now there was only darkness.

Dark Grey clouds that somehow generated enough light so you could see where you stepped, it was as if the world had turned forever cloudy.

Rowan looked back down, to the floorboards of the cart.

There was almost no sound in the trees, no animals... There was just foreboding wind.

It was quite unsettling to see the world you've known for your whole life suddenly dissapear, but Rowan didn't want to think about the possibility that this new world would never go away. He still wasn't that desperate.

"How much further?" He asked the Imperial trooper at the reins.

"Depends... Perhapse a day..." The Imperial said as he contemplated the time frame out loud.

"Can't we go faster?" Rowan asked, remaining polite.

"Well. We're in a convoy... So no."

"Sigh... Alright." Rowan said as he pulled the hood off, he had enough sleep for now.

-

 Ten hours earlier:

"Are you mad?" Heppni shouted.

"Yeah! These guys want to destroy our city... AND they killed Arní. Is he not worth fighting for? To avange him?" Viktor sounded, agreeing with Rowan's father.

"I have already avenged Arní..." Rowan said calmly.

Yes, Rowan indeed already had killed Arní's killers but he possessed a gift not many Nords had. He judged people individually and never generalised. So to him... the soldiers waiting to burst in through main gate weren't guilty of anything and he did not hate them. In fact, he was probably the only one who was willing to give the legionaires a second chance.

"Well, I haven't..." Viktor said dissapointed.

Rowan didn't answer that, but he understood Viktor perfectly.

"Rowan... Son. Be rational..." Heppni said.

"I am, Da... I am."

Heppni looked up.

"How so?"

He sounded as he was prepared to at least listen to his son.

"I do not think that the Imperials are going to slaughter us when something far above us is going down in their homeland. They're not going to push through those orders, an armies first and foremost objective almost always is that of a defensive nature..."

Rowan cleared his throat.

"These men have families at home, I'm positive that those are worth more to them then dying on foreign soil.... A detail Telemachus must have overlooked."

"Telemachus? You mean that man that appeared in the clouds?!" Heppni asked.

"Aye... From what I know... He's been playing people for far too long, and I think now is the turning point."

"You think!" Heppni pressed him on.

"Father, have a little faith." Rowan said softly.

"Sigh... Listen he-" Heppni was interupted by the screams of a purple guard on the ground.

"Imperial incoming!" He shouted at the top of his voice, still out of breath.

Oskar Honour-Home walked over from his vantage point and looked down.

"How many!"

"... pant* Just one, sire... pant*"

"Huh?!" The jarl sounded confused.

"The Imperial came in side over the horizon."

All the Nords on the city wall readied their bows. They all had a clear shot at the approaching Imperial legionnaire.

"Wait!" Rowan shouted from his tower, confusing the Archers who had all gotten ready to neutralise the approaching threat.

"Look! White flag!" He pointed.

"By Ysgramor's beard... Indeed." The Jarl noticed as he followed the citizen's call.

"Could be a trick." One of the Jarl's military advisors said quietly.

"I doubt that..." The Jarl replied.

"Even the Imperials have there limits... Believe it or not." He joked.

The Imperial soldier with the white flag had now gotten pretty close to the city gates.

The situation was incredibly tense, that went for both sides.

The Nords of Riften, uncertain this was some sort of trick. And the Imperial scout, looking in the face of a few hundred readied bows.

"Who fares there!" The Jarl asked from his tower.

"A representative of the Free Imperial Legion." The little dark haired man said shakingly.

"Well... What does the free imperial legion have to say? huh?!" the Jarl demanded.

"We wanted to negotiate."

"On whose terms?" The jarl enquired.

"... Yours."

...

"Alright..." The Jarl scratched his beard. looking at the Nords on the walls who all awaited his command.

It was obvious the majority wanted to pierce this baffoon with a hundred arrows on the spot. But they had faith in their Jarl although even that was stretching thin, given the oblivion-esque circumstances.

"Why are you not attacking us?" The jarl asked.

"There... Has been a change in command..." The Scout said as he planted the white flag in a patch of grass next to the road.

" Oh Yeah?..." The Jarl said. all the while the archers on the wall retracted their bows.

"Yes sire... The Commander normally responsible for the Invasion has been arrested by the Free Imperial Legion."

"... Why the change of heart?" The jarl asked the young lad as a human being, rather then a politician.

"He appeared to be an agent for Telemachus."

"Telemachus? That creep that showed up in the clouds?"

"The one and only..." The Imperial said, feeling more relaxed as the bows were pulled away from him.

"We are men of honour, not the puppets of an insane regent!" He added.

It was clear that both parties seemed to have a common ground to stand on. Enemies or not.

"It has only now gotten clear what the madman's goals were. And we feel ashamed to have served under his banner... But we. The free Imperial legion, say: No more!"

Rowan looked back at his Father.

"... See?" he sounded confidently. But in reality he actually was pretty relieved this was the case.

"Sigh. Ok son." Heppni agreed with his son.

"... So what now then..." Viktor said again dissapointed as he dropped his bow on a table.

Rowan looked at those close to him and simply showed a smirk.

-

It's a shame his friend didn't want to come with him. But Rowan understood... he was still pretty pissed off at the Imperials.

And Father... Well. Someone had to take care of Kona and Mother... And sterk...

No matter though. He was en route to the Imperial City with his new allies: The Free Imperial Army.

Ready to fight this... Telemachus.

Who ever or... Whatever he might be.