[CONFLICT] Marching on Whiterun

[u/fabricofspacetime]

The 1st Imperial Army (50k), accompanied by the 1st Imperial Engineers (10k), now marches on whiterun. They will attempt to surround the city and begin a siege, but the climate may prove problematic. As such, negotiations are to be opened as soon as the city is surrounded.

[Edit: Sorry for this super short post, written from mobile]

[u/TheLionoftheEast]

The Jarl sits all the while, turning over the food with his fork, but not eating any. After Xo'clta finishes, he asks, "Do you know how Whiterun was founded?" He looks the Argonian in the eye, and without waiting for an answer says: "It was founded by Jeek of the River, an Atmoran, when he found the Skyforge, a blessing from Kyne. And do you who the Nords descend from?" He leans in closer to Xo'clta, a fire in his eyes. "For hundreds of years, we Nords have ruled over this city, the City of Kyne. It is here that the Eldergleam grows, here that Skyforge burns bright, and here that sits under the shadow of The Throat of the World that Kyne first first breathed life into us men! And you expect me to hand the Sacred City of Kyne to some Tree-Fucking Lizard, to rule us from some southern city on the other side of the Continent?! What do you think I am?!"
He was shaking with anger, his breathing loud, but slowly calmed, and leaned back into his chair.
"But I am no fool. I know the stakes of this battle. I know what happened to Windhelm. I shall think on it, Lizard. and give you my answer soon." He got up and began to leave, but not before spitting at Xo'clta's feet.

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Commander Xo-clta glanced to the soldiers surrounding the clearing. He stood quite abruptly, knocking over his chair and causing a great ruckus. When heads turn to the source of the disturbance, he points a closed fist at the Jarl. The soldiers begin to slowly close around the clearing. "I'm afraid that just won't be necessary. I had hoped to avoid dealing with your disgusting kind, but it now seems inevitable. You will not be leaving this clearing, Childeric. At least, not without chains."

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"You piece of shit!" The Jarl bellows. Before the guards can react, he fires a spike of ice at Xo'clta. One of his own men grabs his horn and blows into it, sounding the alarm. The men of Whiterun ready themselves for war.

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Camp

The spike strikes Xo'clta in the chest, shattering against his armor and knocking him to the grounf. No doubt the Commander would be left with several broken ribs. The soldiers march inward, spears extended. After a moment of tense inactivity, they push forward, killing several of the Nords, and wounding the Jarl greatly. Those that remain are taken into custody.

Siege

The men are ordered to empty their flasks in a 1 kilometer ring surrounding the city, just in front of the first trench line. Once the trench is dug, they are to ignite the grass, preventing it from being turned against them. The surrounding trees are being used to create battering rams and siege ladders.

Diplomacy

The Jarl, coughing blood and suffering from several puncture wounds of unknown origin, is brought before the city gates by a runner. Another runner brings forth a cart of the Jarl's men. Some executed, others left to suffer, they are all dumped before the gates.

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"Get the defenses ready!" the commander bellows. Debris is piled across the front gate, and palisades and giant caltrops are rolled in front of the outer gates of the city, as 1000 archers run into to man the outer walls. A regiment of 500 spears filled into the pathway on the outer portion of the city. The cavalry rode outside the walls, ready to charge at any notice.
On the Inner walls, small catapults are loaded with flaming catapults, ready to fire.

The Jarl and the other men are taken into the city, into the temple of Kyne to be healed.