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~12th of Hearthfire

In the chaos of battle it was almost impossible to distinguish the officers from the regular soldiers, since they wore the same sets of armored.

The warriors were making almost zero progress against the shieldwall, but their foes was in a similar situation. Both lost a few soldiers, but not enough to turn the tide of their battle of attrition.

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~27th of Hearthfire

The Lady of White Guard had suspected an attack after she turned down the Firsthold Chancellor, so on the village shore their small collection of ships were awaiting their enemy. As soon as the Seahawks got into range they fired arrows at the aggressors.

There were 100 archers on the ships, while the remaining 200 men were in the village, awaiting for the enemy ships to drop off soldiers on their docks.

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~6th of Frostfall

Fort Draloris' courtyard only held 75 marauders when their foes charged in. Those men there tried to hold them off.

The 80 archers on the wall hid behind the battlements and seeing that their base was being attacked, began heading down the walls to join in the defense.

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~25th of Evening Star

It was early in the morning, but the city was already booming with activity for it was Saturnalia.

The King was in his chambers' balcony, overlooking the city below. "Soon the palace will hold its holiday feast, I heard that most of those that came for Maeva's birthday will also come here. Except my mother of course. I wonder what is taking her so long, maybe the Jarl has imprisoned her or killed her. If that is the case, she will pay." he talked to himself.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. "My king, a bird has just arrived with a message from your mother."

"Come in." Korst ordered. He went over to his desk, where the guard dropped off the letter. He quickly read it, at first a little upset but then he smiled and walked over to the balcony. "Merry Saturnalia to me."