Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150125010554/@comment-24696651-20150125211424

Luciun found a few orcs in the mines. Most of them immiediately attacked and were promptly cut down. Once Luciun was satisfied that the mines were secure, he left the soldiers to build the place up. He returned to Falkreath with twenty nobles, all on horseback.

When he arrived a month later, he rested. He had sold all the loot his men had found in the forts, and now they could hire a hundred mercenary infantry. He also managed to recruit a hundred more infantry from the refugee Nords. He delivered a speech to the rest.

"Good people of Falkreath!" he shouted to the assembled refugees. "For too long, you have been driven into poverty by Markarth! For too long, you have been living like dogs, not the noble Nords you are! Today, that changes! Today, you leave these streets! Now, you have a new home! A home where you will not be persecuted, or poor, but live a good life! Today, you head west!"

The Nords cheered. They weren't quite sure what Luciun was saying, but they soon found out. A hundred Nords were sent to Half-Moon-Mill, along with fifty of the hundred guards that Luciun had posted to patrol the slums. Fifty were sent to Knifepoint Ridge, to work in the mines there, and fifty more were sent to Bilegulch, with the fifty other guards in the slums where the refugees lived. By the time they arrived there a month later, a small village had been set up on the camp of the orcs. The guards were posted to protect the mine, and thirty engineers were setting up a proper army. The soldiers, now rested, resumed their march, to Fort Sungard.