Hale Loneshadow
Well-Known Member
47 Years Have Passed Since the Dragon Crisis.
Suffice it to say, nearly half a century of time passing in Skyrim? Yeah, that time's gonna include some necessary, some serious, all kinds of changes. But, if there was one seeming constant, it would be the people of the Hold's proclivity to kill each other to prove a posited point.
That being said, this particular point was a prominent one (okay, I'll stop): to invade, or to not invade the Summerset Isles?
Here's the timeline, fellow hopeful co-conspirators to-be:
Sixteen months ago from the time of this letter, the High King - if not his immediate family, guard, and council as well - was given word that no word had been heard going in or out of the Summerset Isles for nearly half a year before that point.
Needless to say, that news broke quick.
And no. It wasn't me. But I may know who it was.
Anyways.
Twelve months ago, word was given to the military high command, lords, and governors that an immediate invasion of their old enemy was being handed to directly from the Gods themselves. Most of the Holds willingly followed suit; Whiterun stayed neutral after working out a trade deal that also included manpower, but only in the form of engineers and healers.
However, Markarth, Solitude, and shortly later also Falkreath outright resisted the call, claiming that this war was an outright illegal one. The King and most of his vassals disagreed, yet it has been three years now and we are in a third major push by the "Mountain Three" against the Inner Kingdom.
However, there is another more insidious plot taking place against both sides, and now we must band together to both end this senseless war, and to engage the Shadow Plot - what's being raised even now against the more frontier villages. The undead, being raised as a personal army by just a small handful of vampires and necromancers. Vamps or 'mancers alike, they feed off of the souls under their command, so even though the quickest way to end this kind of battle is to just dice up the dead's controllers.
While this may not be the most existential threat the realm has ever faced, I'm still hiring with both solid gold, and rations for the first two days. So whether or not you give a skeever's arse about anything I just said, this should both prove to be profitable from your very own knighted, Bretonnian nobleman, and quite a rabble rousing of a time.
If you feel inclined, I've an idea to profit from both ending the war, and, and, just have a teencey bit of fame come our way as well. If you feel so inclined, meet me at:
Riverwood
Most likely found at The Sleeping Giant Inn, or on the slopes up to that tower and up near those old crypts.
If not there, seek near northern outskirts of Helgen. Bring overnight gear, silver, a holy symbol, a way to make mobile light, and a good attitude!
Let us meet, drink a bit, chat a bit, and maybe adventure a bit. End a war or two, you never know.
~~~ Hale Loneshadow
~Knight of Breton