EVENT RULES

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The fact that Dragonborn Ulfric Stormcloak managed to evade imprisonment and death for countless years preceding the untimely ingress of the war hardened General Tullius was a testament to his devotion and iron will. However, no empire can indeterminately withstand the test of time, and the two were fated to be one another’s demise. General Tullius’ efforts, prior to his own political and bodily assassination, to overthrow the dragonborn spearhead may not have been entirely successful in unseating the man but were unquestionably instrumental in setting the stage for the coup de grace. While it’s uncertain whether Ulfric is dead or in indefinite hiding, a void becomes omnipresent at the head of the Stormcloak rebellion on the frontlines of the Imperial Legion, leading to chaos and uncertainty.





The embittered war between the factions continues, drowning innocent people in the corpses of Stormcloaks, Imperial Soldiers and civilians alike. Division inside the parties themselves becomes more evident as those once aligned under the causes of Stormcloak and Tullius take the liberty of translating their overarching messages in the absence of their great leaders. Tempers flare, and the fracturing of the armies grow deeper and more tumultuous, and the future of Skyrim seems destined for broad and absolute desolation.





Amidst the rain of gore and an ever-rising death toll in a war with no end, two influential leaders in particular begin to gain a foothold, propelled by years of experience and the calmer heads that the soldiers and warriors are so desperately seeking.





A man hailing from the hold of the Greybeards comes down from the mountains, claiming to be the acolyte of Ulfric Stormcloak himself, and holding aloft an axe with the Stormcloak crest as his proof. Skepticism is widespread, and he is at first met with a barrage doubt and cynicism. After a test of his skill and abilities, (on the business end of a dragon, no less), it does not take long for Ulfric’s children to begin to rally behind him. Nathaniel Steelshroud becomes the duly appointed replacement of Ulfric Stormcloak, and the rebellion begins to expeditiously organize.





This does not go unnoticed by one man in the currently treacherous ranks of the Imperial Legion, and Richaud Callius Decimeus seizes the opportunity to browbeat the disorganized troops into a more systematic assembly beneath his command. Decimeus organizes public spectacle of executing those who refuse to join him and solidifies his superiority through violence and endless bloodshed. His motto? “Better that our brethren should die by our own blades than fall to the looming new rebellion.” This steels Deimeus hold over the Legion, and he begins to ready his new army for the legendary war looming on the horizon…