Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1716423-20140218183324/@comment-1716423-20140226032810

Caccian sat at the large table, with one empty seat across from him. A female High Elf with black lipstick came and sat in the spot. "Is anyone sitting here?" "No, it's free." "Ok, you're the Lead General of the Empire, Tullius, right?" "Yes, and you are?" "Irinel, I'm a friend of the Queen." "Ah, me and Alavessa go a long way back, we knew each other since we were teenagers." "Oh that's interesting, so you two are old friends." "Yeah." "How is it, practically ruling the Empire? "It's...interesting. It has it's perks and downsides." "I suppose you don't have a queen?" "Nope." "How about we go to your room?" "Let's go." TIMESKIP: Caccian woke up. He looked next to him. She was gone. In Irinel spot was a note.

''Great Night. Who knew we could do that? I'll see you tomorrow, Love.'' At the bottom of the paper was black lipstick mark. Caccian smiled. A knock was then heard on the door. "Sir, King Daron of Hammerfell is dead." "What, how?" "In a crowd, a archer and a Orc started it, then Dominion forces killed the guard." "Divine Akatosh, we must leave at once." "We can't, we have to gather supplies, which will take a day or two." "Ok, By the Eight..." The guard left. Caccian left his quarters.