Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-5543592-20140329181539

"The army is marching north as fast it can, sire." Said one of Daithi's subordinates to him.

Daithi was steadying himself on his senche-tiger. He wasn't worried it would tear him to pieces, as since he was a Bosmer he had a natural affinity with animals.

"Not fast enough." He said. Daithi noticed he was always sounding out of breath. He felt it too.

"The necromancers will already have reached the city by the time we arrived.  For all we know we could be marching on a city full of dead people.  Then we'd be outnumbered ten to one."

They had marched out of the jungle and were on the southwest border of Cyrodiil. Daithi was looking out over hill down at his ragtag Bosmeri army. As he had predicted his numbers had swelled. Of course he doubted the numbers would stay as high as they were. Bosmeri were known for their desertion. Bosmeri archers, although they were the best in Tamriel, could not organize for the life of themselves.

"That would be bad." Said the other Bosmer. "But numbers don't win wars."

"Aye.  But they sure do help."