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18+ Victory's Price

Discussion in 'Active Stories' started by Telleroftales, Jan 13, 2022 at 6:58 PM.

  1. Telleroftales

    Telleroftales New Member

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    Ulfric won the civil war. The legion was routed at the battle of Solitude, general Tullius killed. The survivors either fled to camps in the wilds, or back to Cyrodiil. In an ironic twist of fate, it is now the imperials that must engage in guerilla warfare, if they are to survive in such a harsh environment. The Thalmor fled with their imperial allies, well aware of the fate that would befall them if they were to remain.

    Holds that were loyal to Ulfric during his uprising now enjoy greater prestige, trade, and lowered taxes. While Solitude remains the capital of the snowy kingdom, the High King prefers to spend most of his time in the Hall of Kings, at Windhelm. Those holds that sided with the empire, or remained neutral, have had their jarls replaced, with those loyal to the new king. Stormcloak garrisons are in place, to ensure the locals 'security'.

    Despite these new measures, things in the tundra homeland of the nords have returned to pre-war levels. If not for the disappearances. If not for dissidents to the new regime, found butchered in their home. If not for non-nords being treated with suspicion or outright anger, merely for not picking a side. If not for the strange creatures, glimpsed by patrolling guards and traveling merchants.

    Rumours and whispers abound, some stating that a shadowy organization has taken power, and is using the king as a puppet with which to do their bidding. Others state that the king himself made some dark bargain in order to win the war and now those powers have come for what is owed them.

    The king dismisses and denounces these rumour mongers, of course. He has placed an order, that any and all able-bodied adventurers and mercenaries put a stop to these sinister occurrences. He offers pardons and more than a little gold for any that answer this call. Of course...there may be more than one force at play here, and those who step forwards may quickly find themselves in over their heads.

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    Telleroftales- Solun Decius
    Morbidbread- Thoras Lorian
    Fellowknight- Baroth Talsgor
    FelidaePrime- Zar'issa
    SoulOfChrysamere- Karshazo
    DrearyDay-
    Kjol Ironhand
    DeadlyDalliances- Thalia Frostthorn
     
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  2. Telleroftales

    Telleroftales New Member

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    It was a cool, grey day, just past noon on the sixteenth of Last Seed, when Solun Decius, blade for hire, formerly of the imperial third legion, entered the city of Whiterun. The streets were still slick with the recent rainfall, but that didn't stop merchants and shoppers from going about their day to day business.

    Farmers drove carts full of produce, hauled by long-horned oxen, up to the city's market square. Local merchants haggled over pieces of jewelry or entered the nearby apothecary or general store. Guards stood on every corner, the yellow of Whiterun hold mixing with the blue of Stormcloaks.

    Very few of these people noticed Solun. It wasn't that he was trying to hide- just the opposite, in fact. He strode up the rode, cloak wrapped around himself, head held high. But to the people of Whiterun, he was of little interest. Mercenaries and adventurers weren't exactly a rare commodity, these days.

    Even with the war over, Solun heard tales of strange happenings. Those that had sided with the empire in the war hadn't been happy with the stormcloak occupation of their homes. Those who had made too much of a fuss, Solun had heard, tended to disappear, or end up horribly murderer, their remains left as a none too subtle warning.

    The call for adventurers to come to Whiterun was strange. The stormcloaks had made no secret of their dislike of outsiders. For them to be asking for help now was more than a little strange. Solun took a seat at one of the free tables, and waited to see who else would come.
     
  3. FelidaePrime

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    Whiterun was not the only city the cloaked khajiiti woman had been to in Skyrim. It was the most open to non-nords like herself, but she still had to be careful. With her past, there was bound to be a few people out there with a grudge against her, no matter how careful she'd been.

    So she found herself in the Bannered Mare, awaiting others that had somehow gotten wind of the notice sent out by Ulfric's people. She knew it was a risk- if the Stormcloaks had wanted to flush out those they saw as criminals or actual criminals, like herself, promising pardons to them was an excellent way to do so.

    She'd taken a chair at the back of the inn's common room, so that she could see anyone coming inside from the main door and the side door. As she waited, the door opened, and a cloaked man stepped through, his eyes sweeping the room in the manner of one who expected trouble everywhere he went. "Hello..." she purred to herself, "who's this?" She flicked her fingers in the man's direction, trying to draw his attention to her. If they were in Whiterun for the same reason, it could be helpful they speak.
     
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    Thalia Frostthorn was aware of the scrutiny of the guardsmen as she approached the gates of Whiterun. Her skin, though not as dark as some redguards, still gave her away as 'not a nord'. She focused on moving with casual confidence, giving off the aura that she belonged as much as the next person.

    Which wasn't strictly untrue. She had been born and raised in Skyrim, and despite what the more hardcore of Ulfric's followers shouted, she was as much a nord as they were. She passed through the gates, but didn't make for the bannered mare at once.

    Instead, she took a detour down a shadowy alley, careful to ensure no one had noticed her step into the alley. Then she continued a little until she came across a nervous-looking bosmer. He sighed when he saw her, shoulders slumping with relief. "Damn, Thalia, you sure took your sweet time. I was about to-"

    "Save it," the redguard snapped, tossing a small coin purse his way. The elf's hand snapped out to catch it. "What can you tell me about this summons. Is it legitimate?"

    Her contact shrugged, "far as I can tell. But, listen, Thalia-" the elf licked his lips nervously, "I would walk away. If something has the Stormcloaks spooked-"

    She waved his concerns away. "I've taken risks before." She stepped aside and nodded back the way she'd come. "Go on. You upheld your part." The elf looked grateful and fled down the alley.

    She counted to ten, then followed, emerging into the gloomy autumn sunlight. The air cool and a chill breeze tugged at her cloak and hood. She made quick progress to the inn, pushing the door open and looking around. Despite it being the middle of the day, the place was far from deserted.

    A bard, several regulars, and the innkeeper were all there. Plus a khajiit woman that had conspicuously placed herself in a position to watch the entire inn, and an imperial man that seemed to have just entered the building ahead of her. It seemed her informant was right.
     

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