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Total Members Voted: 28

[Kestrel_6]

"No. That was gifted to me by a warrior in Ghostfence."

[IronyOwl]

"Ah, such a shame. Still! What brings you here, and why do you seek the Stormcloaks?"

[Kestrel_6]

"There is only one way to cast the Thalmor down. Uniting the rebel groups of Tamriel."

[Ultimuh]

Jho'Razz took only slight offence at being pushed and called a 'pet',
altough it pains him to admit that he is indeed quite useless at times.
When it comes to unarmed combat tough, he knew where to strike where it hurts,
so there is plenty of oppurtunity to eventually prove his worth.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"Someone important indeed. this argonian is the one reason that you don't toil from dusk till dawn under the crack of Dren and Hlaalu whips. You should kiss the ground he walks on. Which reminds me..." Uria paces off to the small shrine of Mephala erected at her insistent behest and begins to pray. Small bits can be overheard. "Divine prince, your web has become a complex but magnificent tapestry... Your will is clear and the revenge of the dunmer will be one of ferocity and swiftness... Adagger will be plunged into the heart of every altmer noble, of every province, of every country, of every continent on Nirn... The Morag Tong will no longer fell small trees in quiet clearings but whole forests will fall in your name..." Beyond that most of it was just mumbling and gibberish. At one point she pricked her finger dripping a few drops in front of the figurine. An meager offering of sacrifice but a sacrifice none the less.

[Kestrel_6]

"So, the great Nightblade has escaped."

Scarin turns to face the newcomer.

"Ah Marie. Are you going to tell them the plan?"

[Xeron]

Paused the juggling for a second.He opened a really old looking book and read it with curiosity.Xarfan was still listening though

[Gotdamnmiracle]

Uria quiets her daedric chanting and pauses for a moment to rise and take part in the discussion. Now quite a bit more pallatable, as if she had drink a few pulls of mead "... Yes. Well. What is the plan? We haven't made any move in what feels like age's. Uria walks over to the birchen table with open maps slung across it and people rushing about it, now in a commotion.

[Xeron]

'Well i would suggest we begin to learn necromancy for one.We could raise fallen enemies to our side.We'd be pretty much unstoppable'

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"I could do that. I am from Morrowind, anyway. Land of the dead. Plus..." Uria summons a whispy daedric pauldron with a gesture and then makes it disappear again. "But I refuse to raise any thing that will last for meer moments. We need soldiers, not obstacles."

[Xeron]

'Don't forget i am from there aswell.I have my own abillities'Smirked raising his hand for a bit as the ground started to shake violently.He'd stop the magic and resume reading.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"Rattling stones is one thing, rattling bones is another. And we're counting our kwama before they hatch. Living flesh will win this war, I say we make a public attack and show the people that there is hope, and we are it." Uria taps her fingers on the table. "Or we could always make a very public assassination. Maybe one of those fat brassblood nobles that walks around with coins clinking in their pockets so loud it hurts your ears." Uria turns her gaze to the new argonian. "But I'm sure you have a plan, please don't allow me to step on your toes. Please speak, Nerevar."

[Xeron]

'Please do allow me to give him the most brutal execution he will ever face'

[Gotdamnmiracle]

Uria barks a laugh at Xarfan. A Telvanni halfblood like you? Ha! You don't understand the way of the forester. You may be ashkin but you are no Redoran. You do not understand the ways of a warrior." Uria's face lightens a bit. "Us dunmer need to stick together. We can't have the unskilled of us throwing away our lives."

[Xeron]

Mutters in a more ancient language angrily.'I don't see your Redoran muscle heads keeping the Daedra in check'