Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140710153417/@comment-25101508-20140723164641

As the soldiers gathered in the market square, Captain Bedrel spoke, "Alright! As you know, we were just attacked by a number of bandits! We only lost a few of our soldiers to the bandits! We managed to kill a number of the bandits and forced the remaining thugs to flee! Unfortunately, we have lost our gracious Jarl during the battle! Almost all members of her court have been killed during the battle! According to Imperial law, when there is no apparent heir to take on the mantle of Jarlship, the honorable noble court of the former Jarl, the Military Governor of the Province of Skyrim, the Elder Council or the Emperor himself are to select a man or woman worthy of becoming Jarl! Please wait for a new Jarl to be selected! Report to your commanding officers for further details and orders! Dismissed! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!"

The soldiers scatter to report to their commanding officers. A Nord comes up to Kantar and elbows him on the back of the neck, "You piece of shit! You think you're so great because you can smash people against stone at their time of weakness! I heard you say you're better than me and the others! Just because you beat two people and didn't see the skills of the other, doesn't make you better! You and Velfhe are both assholes!"

The Nord then stomps on Kantar's foot and then walks away in a fit of anger.