"I need you to go to the Axe Swinger stronghold, along with Tiberius. Sauriil, hurry it up with the healing."

"I need you to go to the Axe Swinger stronghold, along with Tiberius. Sauriil, hurry it up with the healing."

A messenger soon comes in with a message.

This is the leeder of the Axe Swingers! We have Paluss wiht us. You wanted a meating? You got it. Lets talk.

A guard came in. "Sir! Axe Swingers are coming in with Paalus. They're not trying to attack. Should we..?"

"Prepare, but hide we'll intimidate the Axe Swingers, we have to make allies with the them."

The gates(?) opened and the Axe Swingers went inside. Paalus got off his horse. "C'mon, let them handle it." The others got off their horses as well.

"So...nice palace."

"Let's meet Makor." The scouts in the throne room were sent to their baracks and Kleiro stood next to the throne. Makor sat(?) in the throne.

Wounded or not, the lithe Bosmer was able to easily scale up to the rafters along the ceiling. From her perch she could easily observe the meeting and remain hidden. 'Let me know if you need anything.'

Guards with halberds stood beside Makor in an erect (ehehe, sorry) position. "Chief," Makor stands up and pours a tankard of mead. "A drink?" (AKH, you can control the Axe Swingers)

"I'd love to." He picked it up and glugged it down, spilling it all over him. He slammed it back down on the table. "So...your Paalus called us over here. What'd he say? 'Politics, of course.' What do you want?"

Makor pauses "I merely wish to make allies." 

"What? Allies?" He grinned devilishly. He thought strongly about it. "But...why? You never mentioned this before. Unless it's those Bretons again?"

Kleiro said, "Ah, Draconus. Paalus has returned with the Axe Swingers. Please join us!"

"Who the hell is he?"

"The Court Wizard, Draconus."

The leader leaned in. "Your chief wants to be allies with me. I'm blessed."

epic AKH

"What? Allies?" He grinned devilishly. He thought strongly about it. "But...why? You never mentioned this before. Unless it's those Bretons again?"

"The Bretons are fools, they won't stand a chance against the Orcs." Makor pours some mead for Draconus as well. As the Chief sips at the mead, his eyes slowly close and he falls asleep. Axe Swinger guards draw their weapons, Makor's archers and guards jump out from the shadows and point their weapons at the Chief. 

LATER

Makor splashs water over teh Chiefs face. "I'll ask nicely once, where is my son?" 

The Chief has a puzzled look on his face. "I ain't got your son." he spits in front of Makor.

"Draconus." Makor looks at Draconus and tilts his head towards the Chief (meaning read his mind)