Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-17114085-20160208143408

(@Pacman: Please don't have another timeskip until at least I catch up to you. Currently, everyone is on the 12th while you are on the 28th.

@Maxi: Riverview is a coastal village. So its primary food source would be from fishing. Since they live next to the Illiac Bay, their food source would be a plenty. Ruining their food supplies would require destroying their fishing boats, and ding so would anger the citizens as most of them would be fishers. Destroying their ships then giving them food would hardly appease them. As you'd have destroyed their livelihood.)

Windhelm was quiet for the next two days. Korst had to get settled to taking care of matter of ruling. He spent most of his time with Alfbrand and his mother. He had sent Haki to prepare the troops, for wanted to pay his uncle a visit.

In his throne room, he heard the steward. "Jayred refused to rebuild it, but the Windhelm Pit was a popular attraction during your father's reign. We don't currently have the funds to do so, but you should think on it nonetheless."

Korst nodded. "I will rebuild all that has crumbled since my father's death. That includes the pit. Keep a watch on our treasury, when it reaches the necessary funds you can start work on it."

"As you wish, my king." the Old Nord said and walked off with his cane.

Next to speak was Fryssa. "My son, do you really want to visit Dathman with your army in tow. Is it not best to meet with him first, in a more diplomatic approach."

The king shook his head. "No. Uncle Dathman is a traitor like all the rest. I will not look weak in front of them by negotiating with traitors."

Fryssa stayed quiet, but looked displeased. She had nothing against her brother.

"What about the other issue I asked you to look into to?" Korst asked.

"You mean the spy? I'm having the guards look into it. We'll find you a suitable spy. Even though I am not sure why you need one. Your father never employed any spies." Fryssa replied.

"Father wasn't as smart as I am. I know what it takes to win against these traitors." Korst said. He then waved his mother off. "I'm done with this for the day."

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It took a week for Haki to get the men battle ready. Once they were, he reported to the young King. "My king, I've called all the levies and equipped them for battle. We are ready to depart."

"Good. Have my horse ready at the stables. We will leave in an hour." Korst ordered.

Haki went off.

Korst then headed up to the Court Wizard's tower, to speak to his former teacher. When he arrived the Dunmer was teaching a ward spell to Maeva.

"Concentrate." He told her. "Imagine all the magicka gathering in your palm and release it just like I taught you."

She did so and a lesser ward appeared in her right hand, but she wasn't able to hold it for long. When she saw Korst, she lost her concentration and the spell was broken. She looked down at her feet. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize, child." Galos told her. He then bowed to Korst. "What do you need, my king?"

"Galos, I require your services. I am heading off to Kynesgrove and wish you to come with me." He told the elf.

"Why do you need me?" The Court Wizard asked.

"Because I trust you." Korst replied. Indeed, Galos was the courtier he most trusted. The Dunmer was his former teacher and sort of a father figure to the boy. He had only been 4 when King Engar had died, so it was Galos that had practically raised him.

"Alright." The Dunmer said. He placed a hand on Maeva's head. "I will be back soon, Maeva. Until then, continue to practice the spells that I've taught you."