Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-28667390-20160610033514

Falkreath - once again as busy as a bee hive. Iron being imported from Markarth, farmers in the markets selling produce, and the sound from the barracks of soldiers being trained. It was the day you would least expect something to happen. The news arrived a two days after the actual event took place. A merchant, who looked as if they just ran a marathon, ran into town yelling, "THE STORMCLOAKS ARE HERE!"

Wigmar did not hear this from the longhouse, but the guards took the man to the jarl, "This man says the Stormcloaks are here." One guard said.

"Here?" Wigmar asked, "What do you mean 'here'?"

"On... on the... on the roads." He panted, "We were attacked, I don't... I don't know... who else escaped."

"Damn it! How were they able to get here so fast? The rebellion started two weeks ago!" He paced back and forth, "What hold were they from?"

"I don't know, sir, they donned simple Stormcloak armor." The merchant bowed his head.

"Nenya!" Wigmar called his steward, who obediantly came, "Gather... how man Stormcloaks were there?" He asked.

"About 20, sir." The merchant said.

"Ok," The jarl replied, "Nenya, send out a group of 15 archers and 20 spearmen."

"Yessir!" She bowed.