King Lodvar

Background:

With hands still slick with blood, Lodvar Reachbreaker ascended to power over Markarth. He delighted in the great Dwemer towers that shone their coppery dwarven metals in the sunlight, and took great joy in the way his people’s cries echoed between them in symphony. Lodvar had defeated the Reachfolk tribes surrounding the city, taking prisoners to ensure the cooperation of the people within his reach. The tribes around Markarth scattered, regrouping beyond his reach and uniting in common enemy. Those Lodvar could still beat into submission were broken on the rack for information. A rebellion was forming. But Lodvar would not be usurped so easily, so seeks allies to the North and East of his new Kingdom to assist him in quelling this rebellion before it becomes too late. He would see each of those conspirers hanged, and Lodvar would take pleasure in seeing them swing. The Reach would become a true Nordic Jarldom under his iron fist, and if he could not civilise the people of his region, he would at least break them.