Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-29461586-20150301214518

(Ah, k xD)

It was sudden... Very sudden...

The Stormcloaks, who were said to be liberators of the people of Skyrim, turned on the very people they were supposed to protect. Agents wearing strange masks everywhere, dragging off people whom worshipped their 'false gods'.

The Capital of Skyrim was also changed to Whiterun, which was now called "New Bromjunaar". It was heavily guarded by men wearing strange unfaimilar armor along with the Stormcloaks...

The long night has begun...

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Warlord... Conqueror... Monster... Terror of the North...

Clad in golden intricate armor of old. she sits in the Throne of Whiterun, once belonging to King Olaf One-Eye.

Not even her subordinates dared to face him eye-to-eye. Her slaves have never seen her true face. Struck them blind so they can't.

As she sat in her throne, she patiently waited for her army to grow, which maintained an iron fist all over Skyrim. She waits for the right time. To spread her influence across the continent.

All of this was in honor of the Firstborn of Akatosh... The World-Eater himself...

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Bruma...

A Breton was sitting at the bar. She was drinking a cold bottle of wine. She heard the news about Skyrim and Solstheim. A curel fate fell upon those whom resisted the new power that has risen in the North...