Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-24685738-20140909233616

The massive tower of Tel Bal-Thurm loomed over the plains of Whiterun, terrifying many of its people. Not many left alive were able to say that they had entered that unholy place.

Though, the people had to admit that Asin’s leadership had made them richer.

At least, the city-dwellers were richer.

The farmers were starving, as most of their good was sent to Tel Bal-Thurm, Whiterun, or Morrowind, to pay for Asin’s various war efforts. The fish from Dawnstar were also brought to Whiterun, where it was sent to High Rock or Morrowind.

No one could say that Asin had not led the people to a new age. Whether it was a good one or a bad one, none could say, as it was too early on.

Asin didn’t see his people much, and vice versa. In most matters, Eilass was sent before the crowds, as their Jarl. Many accepted her as such. However, the few living Companions did not. Aela was furious.

She was constantly working to undermine Asin, whether it was through Heimskr’s teachings, or the nightly raids on his caravans. Asin knew exactly who was behind such things, of course, but he did nothing to stop them. It would make it all the sweeter when her attacks grew bigger.

Then, he could put her down like the dog she was.