Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190910163923

Kal had received a better bunk and a chest to hold her things under Jorrvaskr, as well as a place at the table to eat with the other Companions.

Life in the mead hall was all training, drinking and feasting. Regular contracts would come in from couriers and directly from clients and would either be taken immediately or spend a few days up on the mead hall's bounty board until a Companion took it.

It was rare for every member of the crew to be at the mead hall at once, it was common for a dozen or so of them to always be out on missions throughout the hold and beyond.

Almost a week had passed when a courier arrived in the Ylgermet mead hall asking for Reyl.

"Hey, Reyl!" A courier is here to see you!" Hugaldr yelled out.

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Jofrodr was sitting at the feasting table along with Captain Bodvar, Helgi and other shield-brothers and sisters.

The talk of the town was Jarl Harald's declaration of war on the Falmer.

"Are we going to answer the call?" Helgi asked.

"We must." Ráðbarðr stated.

Bodvar nodded. "We are Companions. If Ysgramor's kin calls for our aid, we will answer. Helgi, I will go with a small group to Vindhelm to meet with the Jarl. We need to find out when he plans to march against the elves. The rest of the crew will stay here for now, continue about your business."

Harald's declaration arrived first on the ports across Skyrim, spreading the call to arms through the sea and rivers of the province. It took longer for the couriers on horseback to deliver the messages to the inland settlements and cities. It would take several weeks before every single individual in Skyrim learned of the Jarl's declaration of war, but by the first week's end the majority of the cities already knew.

The Companion crews of the coastal cities were having similar discussions as the Ylgermet, deciding who was going to go to Vindhelm to pledge their support for Harald's war. While the Jarls of those holds were forced to ponder a similar question.

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"To think that young Harald would be this hot-blooded." Jarl Arngrim muttered after listening to Harald's declaration being read to him. "He has only been Jarl for little over a month and he is already planning to march off to a war."

The old Jarl of Saarthal was in his throne room with his 3 sons and other courtiers.

"We must go to Vindhelm father, join the army that will vanquish the Snow Elves." Hjörvard Sea-King, Arngrim's heir, stated.

Arngrim shifted on his seat. He was always a little uncomfortable on his throne due to his size. He was much taller than most Atmorans, due to the giants' blood in him, and the throne had not been made for someone of his size. "Patience Hjörvard. Harald will not be marching anytime soon. Spring has just begun, his people are tending to their fields. If they are sent off to war now, Østmark will starve."

Hrani, his second eldest son, spoke up. "We need not head there immediately, but we must answer his call. Harald's words have stroked a fire that cannot be put out, the people are calling for blood. If you do not send troops to help him you will be seen as a coward."

Arngrim looked troubled. He was old, 62 to be precise, and long past his prime. While he was of an imposing size and still had strong muscles, going into battle was not something he saw himself doing at this age. If he did, he would certainly perish.

"Father." Hjörvard said, seeing the look on his father's face. "Let me go in your stead. I will lead our forces in this war. As your eldest son, I will uphold your honor."