Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-24449631-20140827223808

A courier on a horse rode into Riften and narrowly made it's way towards the town square where he towered over everyone present from his mighty steed;

"Hear Hear! People of Riften!" He shouted at the top of his voice.

He had a loud and booming voice. And he also looked like he was built quite sturdy, a trait you wouldn't mostly associate with the quick and fast deliverers of 'the word' around Skyrim, or even Tamriel for that matter.

people quickly noticed it was one of the Stormcloak messengers. Which had started to show up weekly in East Skyrim, where most of the peace had returned. 'The Frontline' now being Whiterun most likely. Imperial could still be everywhere though, but Guerrilla camps were a thing of the past for sure.

"I bring to you the news of the revolution against the tyranny of the unworthy Empire!"

The people of Riften started to take notice after he made himself clear more than once. The lake city market filled with listeners, keen on learning the latest news.

"Our brave sons and daughters of Skyrim have breached the opposition strongholds along Whiterun hold. it will only be a matter of time before jarl Balgruuf the greater will have to make a decision. Ulfric Stormcloak wishes to assure each and everyone of you that he believes that the Jarl of Whiterun will make the right one in the end."

"Remember that we still need more sons and daughters of Skyrim to fight against The Empire and it's elven cronies. Remember to go to Windhelm and help in any way you can. Save up food, so that our warriors have more to eat, Dispose of idle ores and metals who can be smelted back into strong and sturdy new weapons that might strike down an Imperial coward!"

"Remember why we fight! Long live Ulfric, Long Live Talos!"

"Heyaah" The courier ended as he rode back out of town.

Leaving the citizens of Riften with their new batch of Stormcloak approved news.