Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160531165159/@comment-17114085-20160615120705

(Since Gold is now past Second Seed, I will be posting the Midyear map soon.

@Gold: Well you can either choose to timeskip to the current date of the letter, but you won't be able to RP any previous dates afterwards, or you can just do your own thing and gradually timeskip until you reach that date. But RPing your soldiers in two different dates at once will get confusing.

@Red: It is a city, what did you expect? I said that cities weren't going to be a walk in the park, they have a crap ton of defenses and are more than able to hold off a siege. And yeah they can. Kvatch has a max of 2110, it was spread out among the different settlements and forts, but the main concentration would be nearest to the city. The other 910 soldiers are in the last three locations that were too far away to help in time. It was a week and a half and those two locations are only roughly a week away.

@Pacman: You did well as a Co-GM. I am pleased, that siege was thourough, detailed and creative. I think that you are fit for the position. You can RP Fort Winter with Gold for now.

@Fishy: Yeah, I know, I was just didn't post what happened in the other dates because I wanted you to reply to the letter.)

~7th of Midyear

With the siege having started, Ivarstead closed its gates and mounted its defenses.

Archers were lined up on the battlements, while in key locations they had men man their ballistae. They only had half a dozen of them, spread out across the whole wall. Though there were only three facing the north and west sections.

(Two bridges? Do you mean the one that connects it to High Hrothgar, the northern one, and the one to the south that connects to the road to Riften?)

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~23rd of Last Seed

The Jarl of the Pale rode off with 1600 of his soldiers to continue on their way to the city of Winterhold, as per his and Korst's plan. He left 200 men to keep order in Frostflow.

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~25th of Last Seed

Winterhold received a letter from King Korst demanding their surrender. The courtiers didn't believe that their Jarl had been captured and replied denying the demands.

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~26th of Last Seed

King Korst received the Jarl of the Pale's letter about the capture of Frostflow. He was pleased, but that hardly matter for him now. As he was close to getting Winterhold's surrender.

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~28th of Last Seed

King Korst received Winterhold's reply.

"What in Shor's Bones is this?!" He demanded after reading the letter. "How dare they! I have their Jarl and they still don't surrender. Fucking traitors, they never know when to give up."

He ripped the letter, enraged. After a few moments he calmed down. "Fine, fine. I'll make them change their mind."

The King went to the keep's dungeons in Kastav and walked up to the Jarl of Winterhold's cell. "Jarl Valgeir. It seems that your people don't believe that you are in my possession. They thought my letter a farce."

"Winterhold will never surrender to an cruel king such as yourself." Valgeir spat.

"I will make them surrender, even if I have to march there and threaten to cut your throar myself. we shall see if their gates don't open then." Korst said.

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~29th of Last Seed

King Korst along with half his current forces, 200 men, left Kastav to head to Winterhold. They brought with them the Jarl.

Thane Aeta was left in charge of the rest of the soldiers. She was confident that they wouldn't try anything with their Jarl in immediate danger, thought she kept a watchful eye over the town.

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~19th of Hearthfire

The guards returned to the village with the old Lord's corpse.

When they arrived the sickness was already spread through the village, but it had yet to claim the life of the Lord's brother.

They marched with the corpse into the Lord's Manor.

"Bro -cough- Brother." The new Lord said as he saw the corpse. He himself was beginning to look like a corpse, the plague that was hitting the village had hit him hard. The courtiers of Gnottlesfont had no idea what it was and the Magister's potions weren't working on him.

"We found him on the road, dead and rotting. He had been dead for at least a week by the time we found him." One of the guards reported.

"Was it -cough- bandits? Beasts? -cough-" The brother asked.

"We don't know for sure. There were no other bodies around, not even of the escort. The body was brutally mutilated, it might have been the work of wolves, but some of the wounds were surely caused by maces." The report continued. "I would have guessed bandits, but nothing was stolen from the body and he was burried in a shallow grave. Half the body was coming out of it, likely the work of the wolves."

The brother grew angry. "He was -cough- left for dead. - cough-."

"That is what it seemed like." The guard agreed.

The brother turned to his marshal. "Prepare -cough- the guards."

"With this plague going on, it might not be the best idea. We should probably await until it is over before trying anything." The marshal advised against it.

"Fuck the plague -cough-. King Parius swore -cough- an oath to my brother -cough- and then he broke -cough- it. They broke their oath -cough- then killed my brother. This will not stand! -cough-" He said.

The marshal nodded and relayed the order.

A funeral was help for the old lord at the chapel a few hours later, while news of the old Lord's death began to spread across the village.