Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140614033433/@comment-24085579-20140616165521

Bran-Kzar walks into his Tent, looking through a recent letter from the Black Marsh Commanders.

"Hmm..This isn't good...With both the Stormcloaks passing..With the Stormcloaks and Dominion, and of-course the Convenant, going towards Cyrodiil there be a Blood-Bath."

I scratch my scar before walking outside, looking over the Many Thousands of Black Marsh soldiers ready to fight.

"If we join in at the Heart, we'll get killed..Unless.." I grin that shows my Knife-Like Teeth.

"We surround all 3..."

I walk up to the Men and shout for order, as they line up in many Lines.

"My fellow Native Bretheren, there has been a space open for our attack! As the Barbarians Fight each other, we await for their weakening before striking with the Strength of our Ancestors and the Hist! Ready your blades and Weapons, as we March onto Cyrodiil!"

The Many Argonians cheer and spread out towards getting ready.