Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-28667390-20160608040900

Jarl Wigmar turned to Martyn, "Son, you are to go to Baltso and warn them of the war. Tell them to begin gathering locals andrecruiting them. Tell them to also produce more than they usually would. Yes, I know they've slacked off in their wealth." He was talking about the settlement Baltso, of course. "Nenya," He said to Nenya, "Get him a weapon from my armory,would ya?"

"That's fine, sir." Martyn said, "I have my own."

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Martyn had a longbow and a hatchet as his defense. He got his horse from the stables and was about to ride off when his father shouted from a distance, "Son, wait!" he jogged up to the horse, "Just er... be on you watch, damn Stormcloaks could be anywhere." He rode off. Wigmar watched as his son rode away until he could no longer see him nor hear the trotting of hooves.

Martyn road for a few hours before reaching Baltso, the settlement which was home to a huge salt mine. It was located near Brittleshin Pass. The people there use to be hard working, but have been noticeably decreasing their productivity. If Martyn remembered correctly, Bormug was the captain of the guard in Baltso. Since there was no other form of authority besides military, Martyn went to meet him. He brought his horse to the stables and payed the man 10 septims for renting a stable. He asked the stablemaster where the captain would be and he told Martyn that Bormug was probably in the guards' longhouse. Martyn approached the guards' longhouse and opened the door. "You're not supposed to be in here." A guard who seemed to be sitting down, waiting for the soup in front of him to cool down.

"I'm Martyn, son of Jarl Wigmar. I need to see Captain Bormug."

"In that case," The guard responded, "He's in the holding cell room, just walk down the stairs."

Martyn walked down the creaking pine stairs and opened the door with a sqeaking of the rusty hinges. Bormug was inside, pacing back in forth as he confronted a prisoner, "You were seen, Marcus! Stop denying it. The lady's whole family will testify to it." Martyn cleared his throat and Bormug acknowledged him. "What do you want?" He asked.

"I have a message." Martyn said, "War has come upon us, it's time for your workers to get up off their asses and work."