Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24274010-20131219033008/@comment-17114085-20131222215703

The crowd was launched backwards. The whole city went quiet as the crowd members got up. Some didn't get up as they had either hit their heads against the stone to hard and died or were in to much pain to get up.

Ingmar got up, he had injured his left arm and was holding it in pain. All the city folk looked at the priest of Talos. "You dare attack your own citizens Ulfric! You have fallen farther then I though then. The Dark Brotherhood have poisoned your mind! This is not the man we put on the throne all those years ago! The Ulfric I knew would never endanger the lives of his citizens! You don't deserve that throne! You are no Jarl of mine!" said Ingmar. "May Shor have mercy on your soul....Citizens this man is not our Jarl anymore, he killed some of us today. For that he deserves to die."

Ingmar started walking toward Ulfric, the citizens followed. A man handed him an axe, he took it and charged at the Palace along with the other citizens, screaming at the top of his lungs. They wanted Ulfric's head.