Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191117114004

Karyor's reveal didn't have the effect that he was expecting. Both Yslenor and Torvus had a look of confusion and disgust on their faces.

"Your child? You are a still a boy. You should not be having children of your own." Yslenor stated.

To the humans Karyor was a fully grown adult, but that was not the case for the elves. While he was physically grown up, elves did not consider someone so young to be emotionally mature enough to have children. It was common for elves not to settle down and start families until they reached their first century. To them Karyor was akin to a teenager fresh out of puberty having a baby. It was quite revolting to think about.

Torvus turned his nose up to Karyor. "It must be the human blood in him. They breed like rabbits, the pests."

Still, the news that the half-breed had saved Falmer stood out just as much.

"If that is true, boy. Tell me. Where are these Falmer you saved?" Arch-Curate Torvus asked.

Jofrodr looked off. "Captain Bodvar just left camp, he seems to be heading to the city. I wonder what he's up to."

Huntmaster Helgi approached up. "The Captain's off to speak to the Jarl. They called a big meeting of the army leaders."

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Once she was done with her meal, Elisiv went to find Kal. She figured she's be in her tent this time of the morning. "Hey Kal, you here?" She called.

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Harald ran into his brother as he was making his way towards the feast hall. "Olaf, what is it?"

"Harald, I need to speak to you about this war of yours. While I agree that it is important to show force against the elves after the attacks on your lands...I don't agree that you should be going yourself." Olaf replied.

Harald furrowed his brow. "Why bring this up now?"

"Because, brother. You still have not named your successor and you plan on heading off to war soon." The priest stated. "Should you die, gods forbid, Ostmark will be left in crisis. We have many cousins that could each lay claim to the throne of Vindhelm in your absence and you do not have any children, at least none that you've acknowledged."

"You want me to name an heir?" Harald asked. He had been hounded by that question from Holma and some of his other advisors many times now, though this was the first time his brother had brought it up. They must have convinced him to speak to me on their behalf.

"Yes, for the stability of Ostmark you must name an heir." Olaf affirmed. "Or, you must remain behind in this war."

"I am not sending troops to war and sitting here waiting for them to return. I will fight." Harald said.

The priest sighed. "Then choose an heir. As I said, we have cousins who could..."

Harald cut him off. "Why cousins when I have a brother right here?"

Olaf remained silent. "I...I cannot inherit. I am a priest."

"Who says?" Harald asked.

"The...the Pact" Olaf replied. The whole reason he had joined the priesthood was to disown himself from his father's throne.

"I don't care about some pact signed by dead kings a century ago. I am Jarl and I name you my heir." Harald slapped his brother on the shoulder. "Now, let this topic be done. I have a war council to attend to."

"This topic is not done. I refuse." Olaf stated. He didn't disown himself just to be placed as heir once more.

"I don't care if you refuse, I am the Jarl and I deem it so." Harald retorted.

Olaf looked angry, but Harald remained calm. "Brother, I will not assume the throne should you die."

Harald replied bluntly. "I will not die. I still have much to do after this war, brother. I will not die."

"How can you be so confident?" Olaf asked.

"I just know the gods will not let me fall in battle against elves. I am Ysgramor's heir, it is my destiny." The Jarl said with strength in his voice.

Olaf wasn't assured. "The gods are fickle beings, brother. Us mortals cannot understand their ways."

"Then you best pray that they protect me in battle. Pray to your god, brother, and let me handle things my way." Harald patted his brother's back and then left, tired of this conversation.