Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-17114085-20160207133851

(@Red: Do you have a specific rival NPC nation in mind?)

Everyone became silent, as the High Priest of the Temple of Ysmir walked over to King Korst. He walked over to the front of the throne and then looked back at the crowd. "Today on his 16th birthday, King Korst of Clan Bear-Blood, becomes a man in the eyes of gods and men."

Old Alfbrand Whitebeard called for the servant to carry over the crown to the High Priest. The servant did so and kneeled next to the priest so he could pick up the metal circlet off a pillow.

The High Priest picked up the crown and lifted it up in front of himself. "I, High Priest Cristus, speak here today with the words of the gods. Let them be witness to this glorious day, the day that Korst of Clan Bear-Blood, first of his name, is crowned in sight of his people." The priest then walked up the stone steps to the throne itself and stood in front of the young king. "Korst, son of Engar and Fryssa, head of Clan Bear-Blood, heir to the Kingdom of the Old Holds, rightful ruler of Windhelm and all the lands in the Kingdom." He placed the crown on Korst's head and held it there. "In the sight of Shor, Kyne, Stuhn, Mara, Tsun, Orkey, Dibella, Jhunal and Ysmir, I name the King Korst the First." He let go of the crown and backed away from the throne. "Stand, King Korst, and address your people as their king."

Korst grinned, so happy that the day had finally come. He stood up and said "Thank you, all of you, for coming here today. Let this day be remembered for the rest of time. Let Sovngarde's halls speak of this day till it is time for Shor to lead them against the World Eater. Today is the day that I, your king, was crowned!" He lifted his mug of mead and the nobles cheered and did the same.

They shared a drink with their new king and for the next half an hour they came, one by one, to personally greet the new king.

Korst sat on his throne and talked with everyone of them. First came his Courtiers: his mother and sister, Alfbrand the Old, his former teacher Galos and Haki White-Eye. Next were the various nobles from numerous clans that inhabited the city and surrounding lands. The last one to come to speak to him was the former regent, Jayred the Craven.

"My king, let me say that today truly is a day for celebration. I pray that you are always this happy." He said, his voice oozing of flattery and sliminess.

Korst nodded and Jayred began to walk away, however, the King held up his hand and the crier spoke. "Hear ye, hear ye." The noise died down.

"I thank you all for your words. I've been waiting for this day for nearly 12 years. In those 12 years I was powerless, only able to watch what happened to my father's kingdom after he died in battle in the Rift. In those 12 years, my father's kingdom crumbled and was nearly wiped from the Annals of History. 10 years ago, Winterhold declared its independence. 7 years ago, the Pale followed. And 5 years ago, Amol broke free, followed by Darkwater. And finally, 3 years ago, Kynesgrove became independent. Our once mighty military, now has reduced to near nothing. We've lost control of our forts and are as week as when my father was but a Thane." Korst spoke. "That is unacceptable. What happened to my kingdom is a crime, and the one that holds blame above everyone else is..."

The king pointed to the former regent. The whole throne room, that had been silent during his speech, was not murmuring. "My king..." Jayred started to say, but was interrupted.

"Jayred the Craven. Even your name betrays your dishonorable nature. My kingdom fell apart because you care only for yourself. You are a greedy man, a slothful man, a cowardly man, a deceitful man and a dishonorable man. Completely inept at ruling. How I've hated you all these years as you ran my kingdom to the ground." He continued.

Jayred looked nervous, his face turned red as the people all looked at him. "My king, I..." He tried to speak again, but to no avail.

"Yes, I am your king now. And as King I sentence you to death for crimes to high treason against the kingdom." Korst said, his voice silencing all those in the room.

In the complete silence, you could almost head Jayred's heart beating in a panic. "My king, please listen. All I did..."

"I don't care for your words, fool. Guards, seize him." the young king ordered.