Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-28667390-20160607215535

The jarl sat with his family at the long-table. It was a sunny morning in the spring. It was Second Seed, Morndas in the year of 4E 263. The longhouse that the jarl's family had eaten breakfast in was relatively new, the old one was destroyed by the Stormcloaks during the last civil war. This longhouse was bigger but had the same architecture. The table was aboundant with food such as manchet, venison, stew, and many spices. Nenya, the old Altmer steward, was talking to an Imperial courier in the very next room. "Who is leading this rebellion?" She asked him.

"I don't know, madam. We're sending scouts into Windhelm, they have chosen a new jarl. Rumor says that the new jarl is a fierce warrior. Two have joined their cause; Winterhold and the Rift."

"By the eight!" Nenya exclaimed, "I'll tell Jarl Wigmar later, he doesn't like hearing bad news in the morning. . . especially on Morndas."

"I was also told to ask you the number of troops you have and what they are?"

"Well, we have 78 archers, about 36 spearmen, and hmm. . . I think there are around 40 or 50 swordmen, and we have 2 mages." She thought for a moment and then said, "Stay until I can get the jarl to meet with you, he'll have more exact numbers."