Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140424220522/@comment-24784616-20140424224605

Byerik was riding as fast as he could back to Cyrodiil, a regiment of the Tyrant Fall behind him. Back at High Rock, he met with the second hand of the commander and told him what was going on. The general told him they would help, and that the commander was going to be joining them at a later time.

While at the Tyrant Fall fort, he was also informed that Marcius had a living son that was most likely going to go for the throne. He decided he wasn't going to send Thetric a letter, afraid that in would get into the wrong hands.

He rode quickly past the woods, oblivious to the fight occurring in the nearby empty home. He and the soldiers of the militia charged in through the city, noticing the guards on high alert.

"What's going on?" he asked one as he got closer.

"The Emperor's been injured, he's currently being taken care of at the University. We've been ordered by the captain to double our patrol, we have a traitor in our hands."

"Traitor? Who?"

"That mage girl, she was the one who attacked the Emperor. Oh, and we also have a dangerous fugitive in our walls, take this." The guard handed Byerik the poster.

"What do you..." he stopped, his jaw dropping.

''Dammit! Raddan was right, Valinna couldn't be trusted...''

He looked back down at the poster, his jaw dropping even more.

"I.. I need to get to the University. You guys," he turned to the soldiers, "follow me!"

They rode towards the University.