Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-24685738-20140906163428

Tel Bal-Thurm… The Stone Tower of Chaos… The tower slowly being built was an imposing sight, and soon it would tower over the Whiterun plains. None would be able to breach its walls… Soon, it would be the capital of a united Skyrim. Under Asin…. None would be able to withstand his might. No one would withstand his power… Nor would they be able to withstand his armies…

Asin watched his servants trudge up and down with the blocks of stone, or simply call them up from the earth. The light from the few torches he gave them enough light to drag them up from the quarries.

Or so he thought…

All of his servants were too terrified to complain, but many of them had bumps and bruises from knocking into each other…. Or having their stones roll away from them.

With the tower nearing completion, his armies would soon march on Whiterun. The Hold Guards were not match for the fire. The walls were no match for the earth. The archers were no match for the wind. And the Companions were no match for the water.

Jarl Balgruuf would fall.

And Asin would personally take him out.