I'm not sure if the first one got posted since my wifi is so bad right now:\ I hope it did though. --
The days that led up to the storming of the Stormcloaks to Solitude was hectic. There were so many preparations to be made and Ulfric barely had time to eat let alone sleep. He always managed to drag Sahara to a corner for a scorching kiss though.
On the day of their siege, they made their way to the Haafingar camp. Galmar and Ralof had gone ahead to scout. The day was dreary and gray, cold but glorious. Excitement clouded the air and Sahara drunk it in. She actually liked Solitude, loved her house even though it never seemed like home before, but seeing the barricades and the hostile Legionnaires made her feel as though she really was taking back her home.
Ulfric made his speech and they stormed to the gates. Sahara stuck close to Ulfric, defending her Jarl with her strongest bow. She even used magic, throwing bolts electricity and balls of fire. Then she started helping the other soldiers hack at the wooden barricades.
“Get these gates open!” Ulfric shouted at her, “And make your way to the Castle Dour. I’ll meet you there.”
Sahara nodded and ran up the wooden platforms. She slung her bow on her back and drew out the enchanted ebony sword that Ulfric had given her. Soldiers burned, screaming as she cut them down. Blood was all over her but she didn’t care. She needed to get to the lever that opened the gates so Ulfric and Galmar could storm in the Castle Dour and confront Legate Rikke and General Tullius. Once the gate was opened she jumped down from the platforms and made her way to the Dour.
Solitude was burning, the heat from the fire counteracting the chill in the wind. Still, it was a glorious day, one the bards will sing of for years to come.
Ulfric and Galmar were already inside the Dour with Legate Rikke and General Tullius. They were actually talking instead of killing each other. Curious.
Sahara cocked her head sideways and leaned back against the wall. The discussion was lengthy and heated. Ulfric didn’t look happy with what was happening and neither was Rikke. Tullius looked frustrated and resigned.
Finally Ulfric turned to her, looking defeated. Sahara’s heart broke for him. She drew her sword and Rikke did as well. So this was how it would end.
Their fight was brutal but quick. Rikke was quick, her blows hard but she was older than Sahara by almost a decade and she was getting slower. Finally, with one fatal stab, Rikke dropped.
Tullius didn’t even seem fazed as he took his turn with her. She saw Ulfric clench his fists but he didn’t move, not wanting to disrupt their fight. Still, he didn’t like seeing her fighting and getting hurt. The sounds of metal clashing against each other were all they heard for the next few minutes until finally Tullius dropped to the ground on his knees.
“Do you want to do the honor?” Ulfric asked, handing his axe to Sahara. She shook her head.
“The honor is yours, my Jarl.” She said, smiling softly, adoringly at him.
Ulfric inclined his head before sighing and shaking his head. “Such a waste of a good man.” He muttered before lopping the head off of Tullius. His body dropped to the floor.
Galmar slipped out, giving them space.
“Ulfric?” Sahara touched his arm gently. He looked so tired, his dark eyes had rings under them and his shoulders were drooped. He looked at her with tormented eyes before he dragged her to him, holding her tight and pressing his face to the side of her head. His hand bunched into her hair. Sahara held him, let him hold her, to assure him that she’s alive and well. Tullius and Rikke were his friends. He fought with them, stood with them until he was imprisoned. To see his friends killed like that must have scarred him.
Re: Adoration 20/?
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The days that led up to the storming of the Stormcloaks to Solitude was hectic. There were so many preparations to be made and Ulfric barely had time to eat let alone sleep. He always managed to drag Sahara to a corner for a scorching kiss though.
On the day of their siege, they made their way to the Haafingar camp. Galmar and Ralof had gone ahead to scout. The day was dreary and gray, cold but glorious. Excitement clouded the air and Sahara drunk it in. She actually liked Solitude, loved her house even though it never seemed like home before, but seeing the barricades and the hostile Legionnaires made her feel as though she really was taking back her home.
Ulfric made his speech and they stormed to the gates. Sahara stuck close to Ulfric, defending her Jarl with her strongest bow. She even used magic, throwing bolts electricity and balls of fire. Then she started helping the other soldiers hack at the wooden barricades.
“Get these gates open!” Ulfric shouted at her, “And make your way to the Castle Dour. I’ll meet you there.”
Sahara nodded and ran up the wooden platforms. She slung her bow on her back and drew out the enchanted ebony sword that Ulfric had given her. Soldiers burned, screaming as she cut them down. Blood was all over her but she didn’t care. She needed to get to the lever that opened the gates so Ulfric and Galmar could storm in the Castle Dour and confront Legate Rikke and General Tullius. Once the gate was opened she jumped down from the platforms and made her way to the Dour.
Solitude was burning, the heat from the fire counteracting the chill in the wind. Still, it was a glorious day, one the bards will sing of for years to come.
Ulfric and Galmar were already inside the Dour with Legate Rikke and General Tullius. They were actually talking instead of killing each other. Curious.
Sahara cocked her head sideways and leaned back against the wall. The discussion was lengthy and heated. Ulfric didn’t look happy with what was happening and neither was Rikke. Tullius looked frustrated and resigned.
Finally Ulfric turned to her, looking defeated. Sahara’s heart broke for him. She drew her sword and Rikke did as well. So this was how it would end.
Their fight was brutal but quick. Rikke was quick, her blows hard but she was older than Sahara by almost a decade and she was getting slower. Finally, with one fatal stab, Rikke dropped.
Tullius didn’t even seem fazed as he took his turn with her. She saw Ulfric clench his fists but he didn’t move, not wanting to disrupt their fight. Still, he didn’t like seeing her fighting and getting hurt. The sounds of metal clashing against each other were all they heard for the next few minutes until finally Tullius dropped to the ground on his knees.
“Do you want to do the honor?” Ulfric asked, handing his axe to Sahara. She shook her head.
“The honor is yours, my Jarl.” She said, smiling softly, adoringly at him.
Ulfric inclined his head before sighing and shaking his head. “Such a waste of a good man.” He muttered before lopping the head off of Tullius. His body dropped to the floor.
Galmar slipped out, giving them space.
“Ulfric?” Sahara touched his arm gently. He looked so tired, his dark eyes had rings under them and his shoulders were drooped. He looked at her with tormented eyes before he dragged her to him, holding her tight and pressing his face to the side of her head. His hand bunched into her hair. Sahara held him, let him hold her, to assure him that she’s alive and well. Tullius and Rikke were his friends. He fought with them, stood with them until he was imprisoned. To see his friends killed like that must have scarred him.