Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3548382-20131206221138/@comment-24438639-20140121153815

Maximus sat open his Citadel, the once broken and weathered Winterhold now stood strong and powerfull fortified by Daedra and Human workers. Black walls rose around the town, wich had grown to occupy the mage population removed from the College witch now stood as a Dark Citadel with a statue of Mehrunes Dagon in the center. The area around winterhold was ocupied by Deadra camps and constantly watched, Windhelm was completely gone only the earliest fondutations remained. Slaves were taken and forced to work in the  Mines, there was a constant supply of dead slaves and new ones. Maximus may had been a servant of Mehrunes Dagon but he was like Molag in the heart, he craved power over a living Nirn. The army of Deadra was fully healed now they stood in the Citadel resting and being rewarded. The humans who had been in Winterhold were allowed to work and be payed for the jobs, they created stronger Deadric armor and fixed the one that had taken damage. The master Blacksmith of Winterhold after passing all his secrets was sacrificed upon the shrine of Mehrunes Dagon, then Maximus sword plunged into the blood as the sword drank the blood of the blacksmith it regained its power and edge, Maximus did this to all his aperral now fully healed from the battles before. He left his second in command in charge and all his army, and with a small group of etlite Guards he strode out of Winterhold his power corrupting the ground open wich he tread, he began his march towards Dawnstar certain he alone could take it. However a old wound had festered a wound that if hit again would pierce his heart.

He spoke to his elite guards

´´First we pay the shrine a visit then we take the rest of the towns, or rather burn a few and take a few´´