Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-178.193.73.75-20140905181707

Fokiir soon was to reach the summit. However, not far from it, he suddenly encountered Imperial troops. They seemed to be waiting for something, were probably readied to charge because - as Fokiir assumed - Fort Neugrad was held by Stormcloaks. Because he worried supplies could run short if anything would not be going according to plan, he decided to ask the soldiers for some more supplies, just in case.

"Halt! Stop right there!", a soldier said as Fokiir approached.

"I just wanted to ask if I-"

"I said: Stop. Rght. There.", the soldier interrupted.

"Fine.", Fokiir grumbled and eyed up his unpleasant conversation partner critically.

"I wanted to ask if you'd share some supplies with me. I've still got quite a way before me, you see...".

"Oh I tell you what you can have, of course.", obviously sarcastic, "How about a few days of luxurus imprisionment with nothing but a bed inside the cell! What say you, hm? Should I go see the Legate and ask him what to do with a Bandit?"

"Bandit...? Are you serious?", replied Fokiir with a strong voice, seemingly annoyed. "Well, actually, I would like to see the Legate. Such arbitariness is unheard of!"

"Ah, that won't be necessary.", the soldier laughed.

Fokiir started to feel uncomfortable. "What do you mean?", he asked, his eyes were filled with anger but his body language contradictious to it.

"Well, apparently,...", the Imperial started, with a mocking tone, "the Legate has given us the order to capture anyone without question! Can you believe that!", the soldier laughed.

At the same he gave signs to capture Fokiir, who let it happen but under verbal protest, and so he was brought to the fort nearby. Apparently, it was only rumors he had heard, there were no Stormcloaks but Imperial Archers walking on the walls. Few moments later he'd find himself inside a cell.