“I don't know where she's going,” Njada admitted. “She wouldn't say, just left in secret with Aela in tow. But I can tell you how to find her. She wears scaled armour, wields an ebony war axe and a golden sword that glows with unholy fire... and she calls herself Maia when she's travelling. It was the name she used when she first came to Jorrvaskr, before we found out who she really was. If you send word out to look for a young Nord woman called Maia, you'll find her before long.”
Ulfric smiled, a sudden sense of certainty settling in his heart, a sense of triumph snatched out of the jaws of defeat. Maybe he'd lost Whiterun... for now. But knowing Elisif's pseudonym, that might just deliver her into his hands.
“Galmar,” he said, grinning. “Get Jorlief in here, I've got letters to write to our friends out there. To Laila, Skald, Korir... and to Dengeir, Sorli and of course Thonar. About time we started hunting our runaway dragon in earnest, don't you think?”
“Aye, Ulfric,” Galmar said, having perked up immensely. “I'll get right on with it.” He nodded approvingly at Njada. “She'll do. You want to swear her in or shall I?”
“I'll let you have the honour,” Ulfric said, always preferring to let Galmar do the oaths. It always felt a bit odd to lead someone into declaring him King. Much better for a devoted underling to encourage the others, made him look less egocentric. “Welcome aboard, Njada. I think you and I are going to do great things together.”
“I hope so, Jarl Ulfric,” Njada smiled as Galmar returned, ready to take her oath. “Anything you need, you just ask.”
Ulfric just smiled as he watched her swear loyalty to him. Things had just moved that bit back in his favour.
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A/N: I am so sorry about Cicero, he was not supposed to be in this one! Except the little fetcher's insinuated himself in anyway. Still, he's here and he's making himself useful, so may as well put up with him. I suspect I may need to up the rating, Cicero has a way of increasing the questionable content in any fic just by being there. Ah well. OTOH, look, he's here and on the side of the Aedra (sort of). :D
Sky Haven Temple next chapter, and the Blades will need their wits about them to get past the Forsworn... both with the initial fight and the aftermath.
ION, this fic is on both FFnet and AO3 should anything go horribly wrong with the version here. Just a heads-up.
Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 10.16
Ulfric smiled, a sudden sense of certainty settling in his heart, a sense of triumph snatched out of the jaws of defeat. Maybe he'd lost Whiterun... for now. But knowing Elisif's pseudonym, that might just deliver her into his hands.
“Galmar,” he said, grinning. “Get Jorlief in here, I've got letters to write to our friends out there. To Laila, Skald, Korir... and to Dengeir, Sorli and of course Thonar. About time we started hunting our runaway dragon in earnest, don't you think?”
“Aye, Ulfric,” Galmar said, having perked up immensely. “I'll get right on with it.” He nodded approvingly at Njada. “She'll do. You want to swear her in or shall I?”
“I'll let you have the honour,” Ulfric said, always preferring to let Galmar do the oaths. It always felt a bit odd to lead someone into declaring him King. Much better for a devoted underling to encourage the others, made him look less egocentric. “Welcome aboard, Njada. I think you and I are going to do great things together.”
“I hope so, Jarl Ulfric,” Njada smiled as Galmar returned, ready to take her oath. “Anything you need, you just ask.”
Ulfric just smiled as he watched her swear loyalty to him. Things had just moved that bit back in his favour.
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A/N: I am so sorry about Cicero, he was not supposed to be in this one! Except the little fetcher's insinuated himself in anyway. Still, he's here and he's making himself useful, so may as well put up with him. I suspect I may need to up the rating, Cicero has a way of increasing the questionable content in any fic just by being there. Ah well. OTOH, look, he's here and on the side of the Aedra (sort of). :D
Sky Haven Temple next chapter, and the Blades will need their wits about them to get past the Forsworn... both with the initial fight and the aftermath.
ION, this fic is on both FFnet and AO3 should anything go horribly wrong with the version here. Just a heads-up.