Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140619144822/@comment-12599067-20140621143614

Caedes, who had finally stepped out of the White-Gold Tower for the first time since he had carried Molag's standard to it's top, frowned as he looked over the force that the Kynmarcher had assembled. A group of rather unruly Churls and Caitiffs stood before him, all of which were rather poorly-armed and unruly. A few Kynval, mostly warriors, were present as well, but for the most part, the travelling force was more like a collection of meatshields than a vanguard.

"Is this all you could assemble, Kynmarcher?" Caedes sniffed, glowering down at the Dremora from atop his horse, a powerfully muscled undead mount which could probably carry him over Cyrodiil in a few hours' time.

"The other daedra are uncooperative, my lord. The scamps are simply too unruly, the ogrim can't be bothered to help us, the clannfear are simply wild animals, and the xivilai refuse to listen to my commands," the Kynmarcher answered.

"What of the Harvesters and Titans? The daedroth? The winged twilights?"

"All focused on guarding the Anchors, save for the daedroth and twilights. They just don't listen to a word I say."

Caedes growled and dismounted, striding over to the Kynmarcher with eyes that glowed with hatred in the shadow of his hood. The Kynmarcher took a step back, knuckles white around his staff.

"If they won't listen, make them listen," the vampire growled, stepping forward so he was leering at the Dremora. "I will summon forces of my own, Kynmarcher, but the next time I ask for a travelling company and you give me a group of unruly Dremora, I will personally throw you off the walls. Am I clear?"

"Yes, my lord," the Kynmarcher nodded, the forced obedience clear in his voice.

"Good. Now piss off. I'll meet you at Chorrol."

The Kynmarcher nodded and turned to address his group before setting out for Chorrol. Caedes shook his head in disgust and turned back to the Imperial City, striding through the ash and rubble to find "recruits".