#hehehe.... the start of the winterhold plotline.... and don't worry... elyse is going to be very embroiled in it

[umbracirrus]

God I hope that the link works, I had to copy the html for the link from a previous chapter update and replace that chapter's links with this chapter's?

A Balgruuf-centric chapter this time, with a lot of background character commotion.... :3

Fic rating: E (for future content)

Fic relationships: Balgruuf the Greater/Elyse Verne (Female Dragonborn)

Chapter title: Planning

Chapter description:

Balgruuf receives a letter from a fellow Jarl seeking aid after a harsh winter, resulting in a planning headache where he needs the input of his Thanes. Unfortunately, one of his Thanes, Elyse, is set to travel to Riften…

Chapter excerpt:

“Winterhold sounds as though it is struggling,” Balgruuf muttered as he entered his study, letter in hand with Proventus following not far behind him. The doors fell shut with a light click, before he placed the letter down on his desk and began to light the candles and sconces in order to give them both light to work with. “My first correspondence from Korir in months, and things sound to be bleak.” “Bleak, my lord? How bleak?” The jarl was silent as he took his seat, propped his elbow up on the arm of the chair and brought his hand up to his chin, before loudly exhaling through his nose. “Food shortages, insufficient building materials to repair damage to buildings that can withstand the weather, medical supplies running low, and I quote,” he took hold of the letter with his free hand, and sighed. “‘magical anomalies that continue to plague the remaining citizens of Winterhold which the College ignore, and instead tell me to discuss the matter with the Psijic Order and the Thalmor.’” Proventus frowned. “It sounds to be... Very tense. Precarious.” “Hm. I can think of another few words to describe the situation too,” Balgruuf muttered under his breath. In particular, ‘difficult’ came to mind – both describing what the people of Winterhold were having to go through, and the behaviour of his fellow jarl. Korir had always been a bit... Prickly. Not dissimilar to how his father before him had been in the few years he had known his predecessor. He did have to wonder though... Korir hadn’t originally been his father’s heir. He had an older sister who simply disappeared... he had to say almost thirty years ago, by that point? A few years give or take. Perhaps things would have been different If Ingja had taken up the mantle of Jarl instead.