BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
4E 261: Sun Dusk: Turdas
It was the time of falling leaves, but no one in Windhelm would hear them due to the pounding snow. The High King, Konig Stormcloak sat with his men discussing the newest crisis to plague his land. “The sudden earthquakes don’t seem to be a coincidence. I tell you those Falmer are getting wiser every day.” One man spoke up to the chatter of the other man. That’s when Konig raised his hand to silence the men. “This isn’t my concern. People dying in the streets, the remanants of the Thalmor still attacking my troops, and those damn black assassins and guilds, whatever they’re called! It’s all so much.” The kings burdens could be seen, the grey in his hair, the black under his eyes, and the weariness in his voice.That’s when another person spoke up, his general. “Ulfric-” Konig’s gaze turned to the general. “Don’t!” He king hated being compared to his father, he was someone else and wouldn’t be seen as a worse version of the legend known as Ulfric Stormcloak. Steps echoed from the halls as a man with a scroll came in. “Another earthquake! My king, this one nearly toppled Markarth all together!” Everyone went silent as the king stood and thought. “Send scouts to help the sick, whoever needs the aid. Men, leave me to my thoughts.”
The jarls and higher ups got up, leaving the king to his thoughts. He walked towards the throne “Where is my dragon born?” There stood a picture of the hero, shadow covering their face. A dragon coming down to meet the sword with a crazed look in the heroes eyes.
-Meanwhile-
ClankClank
CLANK
The Falmer clanged their weapons against the cage, amused by the sound it made. They had captured multiple humanoids of many shapes, sizes, and races. Now they waited for them to wake as prey struggling before a sacrifice were more fun than ones left limp.
Welcome to The World of Skyrim!
This rp takes place 60 years after the events of the original with the Stormcloaks winning, and new threat on the horizon. You play as one of the few trapped in the falmers den, waiting for a chance to escape. Go forth and solve the mystery of the earthquakes, maybe get a sweet roll or two along the way 
(This is merely the interest check, if I get up to 5 people, I’ll make the real rp!)
