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Frost Trolls 8th Sun's Dawn, 4E 203
It is about midday as the party departs Winterhold after returning the ring of Malyn Varen to Tjolfdir and informing the mages of what had happened to him. Tjolfdir revoked Medea's banishment from the Mage's Guild, and re-initiated her into the guild, albeit at the rank of a novice. After re-supplying, the crew exits the fair little city and begins trekking westwards along the frozen coast.
"Do you suppose the Akaviri have landed yet?" Sir Mazog asks looking out at the frozen ocean as the party strolls along.
"Maybe, but it ain't our problem anymore." Maerwyn shrugs.
"Well that's not a very good attitude. Akavir's invasion is a problem for the whole Empire." Sir Mazog frowns.
"Perhaps we can learn more when we reach Dawnstar. They say a new nation named Hjaalmarch0 he formed there and that their leader is an orc and a friend of the Empire." Sir Plutarch speaks up and nods at Sir Mazog.
"I heard from the mages at Winterhold that the king of Hjaalmarch0 declared independence from the Empire. We may have to be careful." Sir Jaquavis interjects
"I have seen in my dreams that High Rock's pride, the navy of Ardoland, will meet the grim army of Akavir, or perhaps they all ready have." Cassandra, the red-haired Breton woman states mystically.
"May the Divines be with them." Sir Jaquavis says softly and the party continues walking in silence thinking about the events going on in the world.
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A little before the evening the party reaches the Brostflow Lighthouse. It appears that bandits once holed up here. Cautiously sneaking inside Maerwyn creeps through the lighthouse checking it to see if there is any inhabitants still remaining but he finds none. Cassandra casting detect life, also sees no sign of life here.
The crew rummages through the abandoned lighthouse for supplies. Maerwyn comes across a trapped chest, and skillfully lockpicking the tripwire and disabling it, opens the chest. Inside the chest are a few coins, a diamond, and an enchanted dagger that does fire damage. Maerwyn pockets the gold and gives the diamond to Medea and promises to fit it into a ring for her when they reach Whiterun. Cassandra takes the enchanted dagger. Seeing there is not much left here the group leaves the lighthouse and proceeds onward.
Not far from the lighthouse they come upon a sword sticking out of the frozen ground. Approaching it slowly, they see a body near the sword, half buried by the snow. As they move forward they see more scattered equipment, and the bodies of bandits frozen and lifeless in a group. Maerwyn bends down examining the bodies. As the group tries to make sense of this scene a loud trollshriek pierces the air.
Maerwyn stands up and looks at Trollz. Trollz just stares back at him when another trollshriek answers the one from before. Sir Mazog's eyes widen and he unsheathes his sword. Two frost trolls come running down upon the party, stopping in front of them the two white monsters beat their chests. Trollz gives out a happy trollcry and approaches them. As Trollz walks up the bigger frost troll dashes forward and decks Trollz in the face knocking him over. The other frost troll advances giving out a fierce trollroar.
The big frost troll barrels into the group slamming Sir Mazog, whom only just in time raises his shield to take the brunt of the force, and knocks the orc knight backwards to the ground. The other frost troll is going toe to toe with Sir Plutarch, throwing haymakers at the portly imperial whom takes a few blows to his heavy armored chest. Plutarch returns a blow with a mighty swing of his hammer breaking the creature's hip and making it give out a terrible cry. Sir Jaquavis dashes in and with a swift slice of his shortsword, slices the frost troll's neck.
Trollz gets to his feet and dashes between the big frost troll and pushes it backward before it can stomp upon Sir Mazog's face. Trollz jabbers away in the trollzish tongue trying to make peace, but the frost trolls either as a different species, or simply being too wild, seem not to care or notice. The big frost troll gives an angry trollroar and belts Trollz again, knocking him down. Maerwyn unloads an arrow into the beast's shoulder and it rounds upon him beating its chest before charging. The frost troll tackles Maerwyn and raises a fist to pummel him. Cassandra runs forward with her new enchanted dagger and stabs out at the frost troll, the little knife barely bites into the creature and it backhands Cassandra, breaking her nose and knocking her unconscious. However the enchanted knife catches the fur of the animal on fire and it begins to run around madly hurt by the fire and also seeing the flame sends it into a panic. Seeing the opportunity, Asher leaps high into the air and comes down with great force upon the creature, impaling it upon his spear. With one last roar the frost troll picks Asher up and throws him to the side. Pinned to the ground by the spear going through it, Sir Jaquavis comes up behind the monster and cutting its throat, puts it down.
Healing up with spells and potions, the group reorganizes themselves. Sir Plutarch throws Cassandra's limp unconscious body over his shoulders. He gives a boyish grin as he balances the redheaded Breton woman on his shoulders by putting a hand on her butt. Asher approaches the dead frost trolls, taking out a dagger, he cuts out their troll fat and distributes portions to it to everyone. Trollz seeing this whimpers sadly and looks away.
(Lol I would take it with a grain of salt. Basically Trollz and crew comments on things that happen throughout the Empire as they pursue their adventures. This is kind of a theme I began with Trollz early on where he and his friends are on the periphery of many events. This is done through rumors, news, meeting characters affected by events, passive comments, etc. Trollz and his crew are merely Flawed Narrators of the events going on in Tamriel which directly and indirectly affect their stories. By being Flawed Narrators this allows them to connect their story to the wider Region, but also keeps them removed enough that one can merely write off their various wonderings about the other players and their lands as gossip.
In regards to the timeskip, I have decided to vote the 20 year timeskip. Personally I can really work around whatever is decided when I end this Saga. But I am heavily favoring a 20 year skip, since it gave me an idea recently where I could start the Third Trollz Saga off with the next generation of heroes. I suppose we'd either have to convince others to change their votes or elsewise change ours to a compromise of a 10 year timeskip. Personally I will need about 5-6 more posts to finish the 2nd Saga.)
The Emperor of Tamriel, The great empire of cyrodiil, and Hjaalmarch0
I have prepared myself for the changes incase a time skip does not occur in the polls but I have decided to go along with Hjaalmarch's independence in 4E 202 and gained the two holds from a treaty in 4E 203. I am patiently waiting for the time.
The Emperor of Tamriel and Trollz
(So has there been a timeskip?)
The Emperor of Tamriel, Trollz, and Hjaalmarch0
(No time skip yet. Current poll results are pointing toward no time skip.)
The Emperor of Tamriel, Trollz, and Hjaalmarch0
If i am Correct, I only claim 3 Skyrim Holds. The Empire won the civil war, therefore, Skyrim is still an Imperial Province and finally Solitude is still the capital of Imperial Skyrim. By regional rules, I have chosen my claims first for my roleplay nation. The Kingdom of Hjaalmarch has control over Hjaalmarch Hold, The Pale Hold, and The Winterhold. Also wouldn't that also mean that High Queen Elisif is your Queen? We do not plan on overclaiming or war against you, just following the rules. Which reminds me, 
The Emperor of Tamriel have you fix the claiming error? It says i claim Markarth but i don't have a claim over The Reach nor plan on it.
(Lol if I might make a suggestion, why not just make the matter of Skyrim and the claims and counter-claims and sorta politicking between Skyrim's factions and players and such a part of the RP?
But I mean do whatever ya'll want, just a suggestion, lol I'm just a merry Fellowship of the Trollz passing through the fair land of Skyrim lol. Trollz and Crew will arrive in Dawnstar tonight and I figured I'd use that post as a sorta more passive post analyzing Hjaalmarch0 and other Skyrim political affairs from the party's point of view and good old NPC town gossip/rumors.
Also I have thought lately to make a status of forces report like my old reports. My problem is I am too lazy lol and also now with all the players, plus the Akaviri that's quite a lot. But just for the sake of posterity this is the current cast of the Fellowship of the Trollz for the Second Trollz Saga;
The Fellowship of the Trollz (Currently in Skyrim):
1 Wood Elf Reluctant Hero named Maerwyn
1 Nord Damsel In Distress named Medea
1 Orc Chivalric Knight named Sir Mazog
1 Breton Oracle named Cassandra
1 Dunmer Tribal Warrior named Asher
1 Redguard modelled after Legolas from LOTR named Sir Jaquavis
1 Imperial modelled after Gimli from LOTR named Sir Plutarch
1 Troll to rule them all, one troll to find them, one troll to bring them all and for the sake of entertainment bind them! Named Trollz. )
I mean your not wrong we could, but to be legit in the roleplay, Northern skyrim has been absent for awhile which im sure is probably not his fault but never the less, Me and the The Emperor of Tamriel along with a few NPCs in the roleplay has already agreed and signed Hjaalmarch0's Declaration of Independence. Therefore, I don't see a reason to go backwards because a fellow RP member was absent. However, if it comes to it I would love to get involved in a RP with Northern skyrim but Hjaalmarch0 must remain Independent from Skyrim and the Empire. But thank you Trollz for the suggestion, your a good person to go to for RP help. You may visit and continue your journeys in the Kingdom of Hjaalmarch as long as you want. As long you don't break any laws we have(even tho we're not rich enough to enforce them yet lol).
Sorry for posting right after my previous one, but can anyone help me find images for the flags of Morthal, Dawnstar, and Winterhold? I know I have the Morthal flag as my nation's flag but i need an URL image for other things and everytime i look for an image and use it, it won't pop up the image. Thanks for the help, telegram me if you have the solution or the images.
Ald-Ruhn, Central Vvardenfell
After the great battles against the Akaviri in the far-northwestern city of Blacklight, the King Symmachus Shofets returned to Ald-Ruhn triumphantly, amidst a raucous and patriotic celebration of his return. Of the 43,000 he had gathered a few months ago, nearly 33,000 remained, and much of the army had shed troops as they progressed through Vvardenfell, with the soldiers returning to their families, and the Ashlanders to their tribes.
The Great Palace that had been built after Red Year, dubbed, New Skar, was the King's destination: he progressed through the streets atop a great military parade, with drums, chants, and songs as the soldiers, drunk on victory, were cheered on by the populace. Within the parade, there were many champions and warriors, showing off their loot and trophies; there were also a number of captives, snakemen and snow-demons, who would be kept as military trophies for an indefinite amount of time, likely in the service of the noble lords and ladies of the city.
New Skar, Ald-Ruhn
Upon his entrance into the fortress, Symmachus was instantaneously beset by courtiers, commanders, and noblewomen, all trying their hand at being the first to congratulate him. He bypassed the vast majority, accepting several compliments here and there, and continued to his quarters, where his heavily pregnant wife, Rawia, was resting. Having caught up with the queen, he then progressed to his most trusted advisers, his generals. They spoke to him plainly and openly, and suggested a number of full-frontal wars to keep the Redoran as the strongest house. As this was a normal, and generally standard Redoran doctrine, Symmachus thought nothing of it, as his numbers were depleted, and the people, although celebrating, were likely quite war-weary. However, when they spoke to him of a new plan for expansion and settlement, he was intrigued.
"What we propose, your majesty," said his good friend and general Horaz Llethras, "is to restrict Ashlander movement, freeing up a great deal of land to settle. We can promise the land to the soldiers who just returned." "Then," joined in General Mawic, "We can attempt to educate and reform these Ashlander groups, and incorporate them into Redoran society. Our population will skyrocket! No one will doubt the greatest house by then."
Symmachus, realizing the implications behind this, was obviously reluctant. However, due to Sadras incursions recently, as well as Telvanni intrigue and clandestine operations, he also realized the necessity for a show of force, an increase in strength, and a firm demonstration that the Redoran were the ruling house of Morrowind, and would not be questioned.
The Ahemmusa Tribe, West Gash
The Ashlanders were practicing the daily lives of tribal nomads, skinning and hunting nix, alit, and wild guar. It was an average day in the hardscrabble and poor life of the tribe, but they were steeped in tradition, and payed their backward ways no heed. Suddenly, the noise of a Redoran convoy's drums breaks the serenity. The Ashlanders, many of whom recently fought in the Baan Malur engagements, gather their weapons and prepare for an assault. However, the Redoran do not draw their arms, and when they enter yelling distance, they say "We mean no harm!"
The Ahemmusa, reluctant because of the martial nature of the Convoy, discuss with each other, and decide to trust the Settled House's promises. The Redoran commander then reads a proclamation from the King Shofets, stating, "The Ahemmusa Ashlander Tribe of West Gash is granted the permanent ownership, in perpetuity, of 2,000 fertile Acres in the Northwestern District of West Gash. Accordingly, said tribe will be expected to till the land and soil, and settle the land, and they will not migrate outside of their reservation without a passport granted by an emissary of the King, that shall act as ambassador to the Tribe. The Ahemmusa Tribe will be allowed, and encouraged, to continue their traditions within their allotted territory; however, the King has sent teachers of the New Temple to educate the Ahemmusa in reading and writing, as well as other skills, such as craftsmanship. If the Ahemmusa agree to all arrangements, than they shall ready themselves, and we shall escort the Tribe to their designated holding, where the King shall adopt them to be citizens of the House of Redoran."
The Ahemmusa, a proud but weakened tribe after sending many fighting men to their death, did not see a realistic way to resist the Redoran's absorption of their tribe, and the leader, a grizzled Ashlander champion, scrawled an illiterate signature onto the King's decree. After all, they had fought for King Symmachus, so why would he steer them the wrong way? The Redoran escort waited until sunrise the next morning, when the nomadic tribe had packed, likely for the last time, and they set off.
Giant Problems 16th Sun's Dawn, 4E 203
"Not another mountain!" Sir Plutarch groans and huffs making his way to the top of a ridge where the other party members have stopped to wait for him.
"What's the problem old Pluto, not used to hiking back home in Colovia?" Sir Jaquavis laughs at his colleagues downcast face as he sees the last small mountains and foothills immediately ahead of them.
"I'm surprised you do so well here Jaq, I thought Hammerfell was mostly a desert." Sir Plutarch says bending over winded and catching his breath.
"Yes, Alik'r is beautiful." Sir Jaquavis smiles and looks up out at the snowy foothills. "This is nice too though, a desert of snow rather than sand."
"Look, I can see Whiterun in the distance." Maerwyn says pointing to a little glowing lights on the horizon to the south, barely in view past the last range of mountain.
"Home...." Medea says to herself softly. "It's been so long...."
"Do you still want to go?" Maerwyn turns to Medea and puts his arms around her.
"Yes......and no. Do you still want to declare marriage to me to my dad?" Medea looks up at Maerwyn.
"Yes." Maerwyn kisses Medea deeply as the sun comes up over the horizon. The two lovers hold each other in embrace for a long while and the rest of the party starts down the slope and towards the next one without them.
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"Please! No more mountains!" Sir Plutarch groans coming up the last mountain ridge which the party has been ascending the past two hours.
"This is the last one Pluto, just hills from here!" Sir Jaquavis laughs and pats his friend on the back.
"Let's at least take a break!" Sir Plutarch collapses into the snow sinks deep in his heavy armor.
The party sets up a small fire and cooks some food everybody and rests for the next few hours as the early morning sun rises in the sky. Trollz merrily frolics around the mountain top in the snow. Medea and Maerwyn sit apart holding each other and talking intimately about their wedding and the looming confrontation with Medea's father. The three legionnaires and Cassandra and Asher share a meal.
Trollz gleefully slides down the slope a little in the snow past the view of the party. Getting up and doing a trolldance he runs around in some circles before falling down and rolling around happily in the snow. Trollz closes his eyes rolling around in the cold relief of the snow on his back and for once he almost can remember what his home was like, a dank cave, and his brother Trollz whom M'aiq the Liar had killed, and his father Trollz, and his mother Trollz. He remembers his mother Trollz bringing him and his brother Trollz some tasty rat meats as a little Trollz pup.
Sitting up starkly Trollz sniffs the air and unmistakably across the crisp wintry air he can smell the roasting of a rat, or at least something not dissimilar from a rat. Curious, hungry, and nostalgic Trollz ambles towards the scent. As he approaches he sees a large bonfire several feet high. Around the fire are spits of roasting skeevers. Trollz when he sees the massive bonfire, instinctively lurches back at the sight of fire, but having become used to it his anxiety settles and he cautiously approaches the roasting skeever. It smells quite like a rat, but looks a bit different, bigger and longer. Trollz shaking with fear of the bonfire, puts forth his hand and quickly takes the skeever off the spit and retreats away from the fire next to a rock and bites into it. It is delicious to Trollz and he devours the whole thing. Noticing a new smell right next to him Trollz rummages curiously through some large sacks sitting out with a bunch of mammoth cheese in them and he devours them merrily.
Rolling over Trollz lets out a loud belch which is answered by a curious and loud grunt from the other side of the fire. Suddenly the ground begins to shake and a figure of a massive man stands up, and walking around the huge bonfire, looks down at Trollz. The giant's crude club is held slack in it's hand and it bends over taking a curious look at Trollz not quite sure what to make of him. Trollz looks back up at the giant and taking the half eaten skeever from the ground puts it before the giant as a sorta offering. The giant looks at the half eaten skeever and looks at the spits by the fire and then looks back at Trollz. Like trolls the giants are semi-sentient animals and it doesn't take the brute much brain power to figure out Trollz has eaten his skeever. Letting out a terrible roar the giant swings his club, connecting it squarely to Trollz chest and sending him flying hundreds of feet into the air. Trollz looks out at much of Skyrim his chest aching and then bins rapidly falling back to the ground.
The glow of a minor featherfalling 25 spells connects with Trollz sent from below by Cassandra, it is not enough to stop his fall from leaving him unhurt, but it cushions his fall enough to save him. Trollz lands near the party that has readied itself at the sound of the giant's roar. With a frightful thud Trollz hits the ground unconscious with just a sliver of life in him. The ground shakes as the giant with massive strides runs in at the three legionnaires, Cassandra, and Asher. Sir Plutarch takes a mighty swing of his hammer which the giant blocks. Sir Jaquavis manages to get a few cuts in at the creature's legs before it rounds on him making him back off. With a minor backhanded swing the giant's cudgel connects to Sir Mazog's shield, knocking the orc down to the ground. Asher dances in a thrusts his spear up into the giant's face gouging its eye out. Bloodcurdling roars escape the giant and it brings its hammer down with such force it sends all five of the heroes to the ground stunned. Enraged the giant holds its hammer up high preparing a certain death stroke against Asher.
Around a corner Maerwyn and Medea appear having heard the commotion and come running. Maerwyn looses an arrow striking the giant in the wrist causing it to drop the club as its tendon is partially sever and its hand goes rigid. The giant looks up just in time to see the wood elf discharge another arrow which hits it dead in the other good eye. Just as the giant is about to let out another wounded cry Medea casts the Finger of the Mountain, it connect squarely with Maerwyn's arrow in the giant's eye like a lightning rod sending a massive shock straight to its brain. Sir Plutarch hastily jumps up and pulls Sir Jaquavis off the ground before the dead giant, falling backwards, almost collapses on top him.
Everyone rushes over to Trollz who is still unconscious on the ground. Maerwyn looks down at the ugly bruise on Trollz chest and recoils. He lowers his ears to Trollz mouth and detects the faintest of breaths. Trollz is still alive, but having been knocked down the 5 HP is fast knocked out while his inherent ability as a troll to regenerate heals him. Sir Plutarch and Sir Mazog picks Trolls up between them and the party slowly moves into the giant camp of Stonehill Bluff. Cassandra casts life detection and this camp is cleared though in the distance she points out another giant camp, Blizzard Rest, and a large mammoth herd below.
The party quietly settles into this camp and loots it for some food and rests and heals for the night. They make use of the bonfire to stay warm, and finding some decent treasures in the giant's chest, mostly some coin and jewelry that they intend to sell. Trollz recuperates through the night and becomes conscious and is fed late at night and is laid back down to get some more rest.by Cassandra whom looks after him and casts minor heal every now and then on him. Below them in the distance Whiterun sits quietly in full view. Maerwyn and Medea hold each other through the night by the bonfire looking out at their destiny ahead of them.
Issue: Iron-Breaker Mine collapses in Dawnstar!
At 9 pm, Tirdas, 21st Day of Sun's Dawn, the Iron-Breaker mine collapses in Dawnstar, The Pale Hold trapping 1,260 miners. The Collapse shook the entire city like an earthquake. The Pale Hold Residence went to the mine and tries to rescue the miners trapped inside, The Pale Hold Jarl requests national assistance from the Hjaalmarch Hold, The Winterhold, and the High King. Jarl of Hjaalmarch Hold sent 300 guards, The Winterhold sent 125 guards, and the High King sent himself along with 1,000 Winstad soldiers to help with the rescue operation. 16 hours later, the reinforcements from the other Holds and the Winstad Royal Army has arrived. We Interviewed the High King about this tragedy in Dawnstar and he had this to say, "I am here to show our people that I will not stand by at my Manor and hear about this tragedy, I will come to aid my people myself alone if I wished to, We will get the survivors out of that mine and we will rebuild that mine with better supports, better management, and easy shifts to make sure the miners get out of the mine at a specific time." Due to the Iron-Breaker Mine collapse, the prices of Iron has skyrocketed throughout the Kingdom making it difficult for some Hjaalmarians to buy Iron made products. The Jarl of the Pale Hold demands the workers of the Quicksilver mine to stop mining and help with the rescue operation, the owner of the Mine sends 450 miners to support but keeps the 600 miners inside to keep mining Quicksilver. Due to the time-spending on rescuing the Iron-Breaker miners, the Jarl and the High King has no time to argue with people, so they let it go and continue attempting to rescue the Iron-Breaker Miners. The operation could take weeks maybe even months but we all hope to the Divines that they will come out of this alive. We interviewed the owner of the Quicksilver and he had this to say, "I feel bad for the miners in the Iron-Breaker mine, I do, but however, this does not give me a good reason to stop our mining operation. This is a big thing for us since the competition is temporarily out of commission, Hjaalmarians can start buying more Quicksilver! Think of the Septims we could make with these. I sent at least 400 something miners to help the operation that should be enough people to help but I'm not going to send all my miners."
What a tragic day for The Pale Hold this week. We will continue to update this tragedy every week.
Hjaalmarian Courier Dawnstar Post, 4E 203, 22nd day of Sun's Dawn.
Corruta and Trollz
(Just to let you guys who are new know. I usually don't rp, and haven't in a very very long time. I'm much too busy and spend my vital time i do have on NS with administrative duties and double checking to make sure the region rums smoothly. Though i do encourage members to step up and lead the region, i will still act as Emperor. I take more pleasure in serving the people and making sure our region is guided in the right direction and protected from raiders. On that note, i hope our roleplaying world continues to kick off and everyone is having fun. ^_^ )
(Just curious; was there going to be any time skip at the end of the month? I figure I will finish off Trollz' Second Saga here in two more posts.)
I could but I think I'm too new to the region to take charge of it, I'm also a roleplayer but I'm also starting a real-life country with 25 other people, I'm the Prime Minister. I didn't want to post anything about the country since this is a roleplay group. But I am running a real-life country and no its not "Hjaalmarch".
The Emperor of Tamriel, Corruta, and Trollz
(I'll be sure to enjoy this region as much as I can, Not really the best roleplayer, but I'm sure you guys are a fun bunch)
The Emperor of Tamriel, Trollz, and Hjaalmarch0
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