Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141021223709/@comment-32663439-20141026142346

(Thanks Karonor, I've been waiting so I can legitly do something with my clan XD)

And as the battle rages to the south, to the north a massive fleet approaches, not of Imperial Galleons or Dunmer schooners, but of Frelser longboats, scores of them, make their long awaited entrance to the scene of what they came to call "The War of Ascendancy". The fleet of Nordic longboats slowed to a stop by the delta of River Yorgrim, and a man stepped forward on the Prime Vessel to assess the situation. The man wore shining armor like that of ice, as did the rest of his brawny warriors. He removed his gleaming helm and looked upon the great Yorgrim. This was Tate Nikulson, the King of Kaldtfrelser Hall, who had traveled all the way from Solstheim at the chance of battle against the occult. But something was off. The city he saw was not what he expected. He expected a brandishing show of military force to greet the Frelser arrival, not what he saw as a small militia. "Something has happened here. They've had to move military forces. There must be a battle. Or at least there has been one." He scanned the area once more and then directed his fleet to the coast to the south of Windhelm. Windhelm was not currently in the shape to produce enough food for hundreds of men. They would just have to wait the night out on the coast.