Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-5543592-20140918012523

"Damn Imperial bastards!" Cursed Anaril as he and his vanguard marched back to the camp. It wasn't the lose of the day that hurt him, they would return tomorrow, just as strong if not stronger. The Empire had only bought time. It was the embarressment of it that had wounded him. He wondered what titles history would slap onto his name. It didn't matter. His pride may have been wounded, but he would pay it back to Celanar and the others ten-fold when the time came.

J'Baad stealthily followed the Thalmor squadron above, from the tree tops. Eventually they would hit the plans and he'd have to keep his distance then. But for now he was literally right above Anaril. His dagger, so close... but to do so was a death sentence, and he was sure Anaril would get it eventually. It was only a matter of time. Patience was key, one lesson his last conflict with Daithi had taught him.