Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-17114085-20160207111725

(There, the map is posted on the main thread post above. Let's get this party started.)

Windhelm was filled with celebration, enthusiasm and joy. Today was the day.

Today is the day. Korst thought as he was dressing himself. He put on his favorite set of robes, as well as his father's gauntlets and boots. He looked at himself through a mirror and could imagine the crown being placed atop his head. "The 12th of Rain's Hand, my birthday."

Indeed, today was the day that young Korst Bear-Blood, the King of the Old Holds, became a man grown. His 16th birthday. By the laws of gods and man he was no longer a child, and that meant that he could rule without a regent.

On his way out of his room, Korst picked up his father's nordic war axe. His mother, and Chancellor, Fryssa was waiting for him outside his room. Beside her was Maeva, Korst's little sister.

"You look stunning today, Korst." His mother said. "Perfect for your coronation."

"Thank you mother." He told her. The three of them walked through the hallways of the Palace of the Kings and headed down to the throne room. Where a huge banquet was set up in honor of the King's birth.

When they arrived, a crier announced their entrance. "All stand. Here cometh King Korst Bear-Blood, first of his name, son of King Engar the Strong and founder of the Kingdom of the Old Holds."

The nobles that had been invited to the feast all stood up to watch the young king walk into the room and take his seat on the large stone throne of Windhelm. Some cheered for the king as he walked past them, others offered congratulations on his coronation.

Korst kept his gaze at one man in particular as he walked walked to his throne, the man that had sat on it for the past 12 years. The man that was responsible for the current state of his kingdom, the now former regent, Jayred the Craven. When he sat, he motioned for the nobles to sit down and enjoy the feast. A servant came up to Korst and handed him some food. He ate it and watched his mother and sister sit at the end of the long row of tables, taking the seats nearest to him.

The banquet continued for a few hours. Bards sung songs in honor of Korst, and others sung in tribute to the old king Engar. Songs of Engar's conquest of the Old Holds, songs of his bravery and strength. As well as music, there was much booze in the feast. Men drank and laughed, they cheered and drank, drank and joked. There was much drinking going on. Indeed, the treasury had been saving up for months in order to pay for such a fine feast. Now, it was much smaller because of it.

When the feast was finally over, the coronation began.