Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-24685738-20140907201055

“You have been delivered!”

“You have been delivered!”

“Your new king has saved you!”

These and many more sayings did the soldiers say, as Asin slowly walked up, onto the podium. Balgruuf and all three of his children with bound and gagged, each in front of their own headsman block.

“I have delivered you.” Asin declared, his hand loosely gripping Balgruuf’s own axe. “Balgruuf and his tyrannical oppression of you is no more!”

“But…. He was a good Jarl!” A woman in the crowd protested, and Asin’s eyes flicked to her. She was soon dragged away by guards. The other people in the crowd glanced at each other warily.

“Balgruuf has long been taking money from your pockets, using taxes and such.” Asin said, and Balgruuf’s eyes widened at this lie. “He has pretended to be favoring neither side in the war for Skyrim, and has been reaping the benefits from both.”

“He and his children have long tortured you, though you did not know it. His children were cruel to your very own. He himself has grown fat and lazy, since the Dragonborn delivered you all.”

“The only way to correct this oppression was to install a new Jarl: Jarl Eilass. She will lead you, for now.”

“However, Balgruuf is still a problem.”

“Thus, I have sentenced him and his entire line to annihilation. He will taste the cold, hard steel that he and his steward have sentenced so many others to.”

Asin laughed, his beautiful voice sounding cold and angry as he said, “However, as a fair system, we will let him have a few last words.”

One of the guards took off Balgruuf’s gag, and led him to the front.

Balgruuf stood before many of the people of Whiterun, his face angry. “This man is a monster, my friends. He can kill me….. And He can kill all of you, but what difference does it make? He will never make it to Sovngarde.”

Balgruuf turned, staring at the hooded figure. “The Nords of Skyrim will never bow to you. You will not oppress us.”

Asin said nothing.

“By Shor’s Bones, I swear that you will not conquer us.” Balgruuf roared, followed by the cheering of the crowd. “You will not defeat us!”

“By Kyne’s Breath, I swear we will not bow to you!” He turned back to the crowd, as Asin shoved him back to the headsman block.

“By your own steel, you will fall.” Asin whispered, softly. He brought down Balgruuf’s axe, down, smiling grotesquely as the head rolled around on the ground. The axe fell thee more times, and the heads of the Jarl’s children soon joined their father’s.

Asin turned around, staring at the assembled line of ‘traitors.’ Many of the Companions… The ex-Steward… The Guard Captain…

“Who’s next?”