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Fill: A King for Jarl Elisif 1/?
(Anonymous) 2014-01-20 02:24 am (UTC)(link)However, as the group progressed, she began to notice the carnage visited on her city. Black smoke hung acridly in the cold air. The town was peppered with fires in the aftermath of battle. Elisif tried not to look closely at the bodies which lay where they fell. They were the lucky ones, granted Sovngarde. Everyone else was left to grieve and rebuild their broken lives.
The rebels were amassing in the courtyard of Castle Dour, the cheering started, becoming loud almost deafening. Her escorts surprised her by avoiding that area entirely and heading towards the city gates. She suddenly felt a wild hope that perhaps she was being escorted out of the city. Maybe all was not lost and she would be allowed to leave Skyrim altogether.
That hope was quickly dashed when she was led into a grassy area near the alchemy shop. She saw several rebels standing near an open sewer apparently their destination . She hesitated to climb down the ladder, but felt she had no choice at this point. The sewer led to a crumbling abandoned stone tunnel covered with spider webs and dust. There was a lone stormcloak officer waiting for them carrying a torch.
She realized she was in the dungeons under Castle Dour. This must have originally been an escape route for its inhabitants; she had never known it existed. Her escorts quickly led her up some steep stairs into a small hall littered with loose bricks. It opened into an area which used to be officers quarters but was currently being used as a storage area. Fresh torches had been placed in the wall sconces so the room was well lit.
The second room which served as a sleeping area was dark She could barely make out shadowy beds and cupboards. There were two benches, several storage crates, and a large confiscated good chest pushed against the walls.
Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, Galmar Stone-Fist and a familiar looking orc were standing near the stairs leading to the main floor. Jarl Ulfric turned towards her group his eyes searching until they came to rest on her. A flash of relief flickered in his eyes, but his face was otherwise neutral as he nodded towards her.
In victory she had expected him to be larger than life, relishing the defeat of the empire. Instead the warrior standing before her seemed battle worn and tired, his steel armor splattered with dirt and blood. His strawberry blond hair was plastered to his head with sweat.
his eyes never left her as he spoke “ Lady Elisif, many of our people have died. Our children have been left as orphans to fend for themselves. We are overrun with bandits. Skyrim itself bleeds. It’s time to put aside our differences and come together to heal. Lady Elisif will you swear fealty to me so we can end our peoples suffering?
Every eye in the room was riveted on her, awaiting her answer. There were several less hurtful responses she could have given, but ice had encased her heart. She spit towards him and missed, “Never would I swear to a hypocrite such as you murderer“, she said flatly.