Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140512193524/@comment-24449631-20140513172715

(Sigh, never mind...)

The Nords of Riften had to prepare themselves.

Any minute now, the enemy could walk straight in, so time was pretty valuable.

The jarl spoke:

"I need every able man and woman to fight with the Rift guard and me! Only then, we will stand a chance."

Riften had a pretty strong advantage over the incoming armies. Most likely, it was only going to be light infantry. No big guns as of yet. The Strong walls and watchtowers would make or break the battle, so it was vital they stayed under full control, otherwise the weakness would spread like wildfire and the city would be lost.

Rowan stood up.

"I'll fight."

Viktor quickly joined Rowan, standing next to him.

"yeah, me too."

Eventually, most of the townsmen chose to fight with their Jarl.

"You" The Jarl pointed at Rowan's Father.

"I need you to go to Windhelm and tell Jarl Fjordil about the attack. Maybe he could sent aid..."

"I will do so my Jarl..." Heppni bowed.

"I knew I could count on you, Heppni..." The jarl said with a smirk.