Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-5543592-20150923175731

"Falkreath fell easily." Laelius said, back in his liar now. He'd set up his own government in the hold. His men were going around in press gangs, rounding up all the young men, and putting them into the military. It wasn't hard. Some of them actually agreed with his ideals. And with this recent success people were flocking to Falkreath. Laelius made promises that he would usher in a new age, and so far he was delivering. Progress was already being made in Falkreath. It's abundance of wood would be a great asset.

The Empire barely noticed Laelius' new found nation. Perhaps they didn't find him a threat, or perhaps they were glad he was focusing on Skyrim. Maybe they thought he would stay there.

Regardless, they were arrogant. Laelius would come for them, oh yes. He would come for them all, eventually.

But now he needed metals, to begin his next step.

"Marcus?" Laelius spoke to his aide. The man perked up at his desk.

"Send word to my officers.  Tell them to round up all the men they've recruited, give them weapons' training,  Send out orders to form up the rest of the army, and to organize artillery crews.  We march on Markarth next."