Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25344655-20150908031022/@comment-25975584-20150912190619

Aramirtheranger wrote: "He's not one of ours, Sir!" The Ranger said as he and two others dragged an enemy soldier towards him. He'd restored the sanity of the woman, who he would question when she woke up. "I won't say ANYTHING!" The man shouted as Falvik approached. "You won't, but your mind cannot lie." Falvik said. He then grabbed the man's head, and ripped the information he wanted from the screaming man's mind. He usually was more gentle, but seeing the woman's recent memories- more than seeing, experiencing them- gave him no mercy for this particular man. The hapless guy's head slumped forward, and he went limp. He was dead.

In Ulfric's camp, the High Men are brought before Ulfric, but only after being stripped of their weapons, armor, and clothes, leaving them in nothing but loincloths and their skin. They talk quietly amongst themselves, before starting to speak. "We've come because our lord commanded. We're willing to talk, and we believe you know why. Resistance is futile, aurrender, and live. Or, fight, and all who resist shall die!" They smile with malice, and recall the sack of a certain port less than a week ago.