Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170115015652/@comment-26446054-20170205205328

Ysgramor's reputedly chosen leader was growing old. His own line was safe from usurpers, while the holds grew restless- politically influential families were growing increasingly divided each day, the Reach was plagued by corruption from its burgeoning silver stores, and Solitude suffered from a lack of Imperial trade.

Military prowess to inspire the people, when the situation in peace was deteriorating, dulled the populace.

It was likely down to the Dragonborn to empower the Nords, as he was now the bear of Skyrim. His populairty is by all means dangerous.

The fur-adorned king stood beside a candle-lit map. High Rock had to be subdued, especially before Hammerfell was crushed by their mages. Jehanna was only for the sake of inspiration, as it lacked resources aside from its port. Wayrest and Northpoint were the real targets.

"Fetch our fine commander, Fenrald. He has a great task ahead of him," growled Ulfric.

"At once, sir."