Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-24685738-20141020000936

(Er... Lazzy Laz Laz? Winterhold is gone. xD

The City... The College... Even the cliffs.)

Asin stood behind his master, still glowing with his radiance. Since his disappearance from Nirn and the fixing of Skyrim, he had been called a god. Many cults grew around his name, and few dared to question the might of Asin, Lord of the Landfall.

But, of course, few blessings or curses came to his followers. For Asin knew that he should not be worshipped...

But that the God of Landfall himself should.

So, Asin stood behind that god. Nirn was an insignificant speck compared to the power of Him who causes destruction.

Landfall was coming.

Idgrod the Younger, Queen of the United Holds of Morthal and Whiterun, still missed her husband. She was too busy to think about it, but Asin would forever hold a place in her heart. She encouraged his worship, and soon he became the main deity of her people. She still bowed to Ulfric's will, of course, but she, and she alone, was Queen of the Unity. And none would surpass her Empire of Trade and Commerce.

Though Rorikstead had become its own City-State, as had many other settlements around Skyrim, they bowed to her whim. She did as she pleased.

She was Queen.

The Holds of Skyrim never truly returned to their United form. Sure, every once in a while a City-State would rise to prominence and conquer a few others, but, all in all, the Fatherland was defeated. High Rock's old form was United compared to this.

Kor, Jarl of Dawnstar, had not been among those chosen to join Asin in the Other, but he didn't mind. He had his own kingdom, his own people... Few were willing to go against him.

At least, until King Ulfric and Queen Idgrod joined forces and crushed the Empire of Dawnstar beneath their boots. They divided their spoils, and Kor was turned into little more than a beggar, never to hold power again.