Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140512193524/@comment-24449631-20140513164958

Jarl Oskar Honour-House just frowned. But he got the message.

The Imperial providence had become a threat.

There autonomy and isolation of the motherstate would cost Skyrim dearly.

Most likely, a huge bulk of this... Telemachius' army would be crossing the borders by now.

Rowan was right.

"This act of violence will not be tollerated" The jarl said angerly.

He felt betrayed. And Honour-Houses despised that above all else.

"act from who?" Heppni, Rowan's father asked.

The Jarl turned and faced the town that had gathered.

"The Imperials..."

after he had uttered out those words, the townspeople immediatly started to argue with one-another. It somehow seemed too impossible to be true. After 100 years of peace, it seemed so unluckily.

"And how do you know that?" A disbelieving citizen asked critically.

"We have a witness." The Jarl said as he pointed to Rowan who had just stood up from the grieving parents of Arní.

"Rowan..." The jarl asked.

"You are absolutely sure, right?"

Rowan nodded. as he tried to scratch some of the dried blood off his face

The town believed Rowan, sure. A case could've been made that Rowan murdered his own friend, but there was severe lack of a motive, and the idea was even more fantastical then the Imperial plot.

"I went out looking from Arní, Helgi asked me."

"After a searched the woods for a few hours, I heard two voices. It were Imperials... They talked about an Invasion force... They will be here soon."

"They also killed Arní... So I killed them and... that's it."

Rowan dropped his head again, feeling the sorrow.

"You heard it. People... The Imperials are coming." The jarl took over.

"Hmmm. We need to prepare for battle. We will not go down without a fight. Not as long as I am a proud Nord."