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"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 13c/??
(Anonymous) 2014-05-27 03:36 am (UTC)(link)But, ditching Ulfric to deal with Tullius seemed cruel, and ditching the company to deal with Ulfric thereafter seemed even crueler. Besides, he couldn’t imagine that King and General would ever come to a decent conclusion left to their own devices.
If I am the voice of reason, Audric stood, shaking the water off of his toes, Divines save us all.
He walked barefoot back to the fort, scrambling up craggy outcroppings, digging his toes into the stone and dirt. He’d heard the commotion of Tullius’ arrival several hours ago, but had left himself out of the reception. He’d rather just waltz into the tail end of it for the food and maybe something to drink.
The place was quiet, as men settled in for the evening. He dawdled at the stairwell that would take him to the chamber he’d been shown earlier, where Ulfric and Galmar and all the rest were probably sleeping, now. Then he turned and gazed at the moonlight that fell on the cold stone in a sliver from a door left ajar. Through that door, he might find company, if not familiar then at least less inclined to smother him in his sleep. Though, trust might beget trust. Still, there were an awful lot of valuables to be pawed through up there… But no; if he wanted this to work — if he wanted to see the Thalmor pushed out of Skyrim — he had to learn to trust and be trusted. He had to reign himself in a little.
Grumbling under his breath, he resigned himself to a night alone and trudged up the stairs.
Two of the beds were empty: his own, and the one beside it, which Ulfric had claimed. He thought about this as he stared blankly at the screen that separated them. He wondered where Ulfric had gotten to, as he shucked his armor and peeled off his clothes. He couldn’t be bothered with modesty; it was too humid in this place, and he doubted these old soldiers would take offense.
He was almost asleep when the door creaked open again. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, barely breathed as he listened. Heavy footsteps — Ulfric’s, no doubt — fell across the floor. The wooden frame of his bed protested under the sudden weight, but it took him. Audric listened sleepily to the unfastening of buckles and the hiss of leather as it was removed and discarded; belts, boots, bracers. He listened to Ulfric grunt to himself as he fought with small buttons and leather ties.
He turned onto his belly and tried not to think about it while sleep overcame him.
Angrily, grumpily, he woke with the other men. A hand was on his bare shoulder, shaking him. “Okay, alright, I’m up!”
There was some soft laughter, but no further comment.
Audric grumbled, pulling on a fine pair of pants he’d stolen and had consequently had to tailor. Gazing around the room, he noticed the other men taking stock of their valuables, some less subtly than others. It amused more than it offended.
Once dressed, he followed his nose into a large chamber, full of long tables and occupied by loud babble, conversations indistinguishable from one another. Taking a seat crammed between a few friends, he tucked into breakfast without a word. The food wasn’t terribly good, but neither was it just plain terrible; it was hot and filling and it tasted okay. The only conversation he made was to beg around the table for coffee.
Ulfric never made himself known, but neither did Tullius, Audric noticed. Spitefully, he imagined them with chicken and cream and fresh greens on their plates, settled into arm chairs while the rest of everyone else hunched on uneven wooden benches over bland oats and buttered bread.
You could have nice food too, the thought crossed his mind. But then, for someone who showed an immense lack of integrity, he would have felt bad taking a good meal while his friends were left to gruel.
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 13d/??
(Anonymous) 2014-05-27 03:38 am (UTC)(link)“So, you decided to grace us with your presence after all, Master Bellamy,” he drawled. “Late, to no one’s surprise less than my own.”
Falling into a chair, Audric let the words roll off of him. “I didn’t realize I was such an imposition.”
“An imposition as much as you are a commodity.” Tullius turned.
Reaching into a pocket, Audric produced a file and began tending to his nails. “How fortunate for me,” he sneered.
The talks were long and went in circles, mostly just Tullius and Ulfric snipping at one another, shooting down ideas on principle rather than pragmatism. Audric was satisfied, for the moment, to watch them go round with each other, mostly because it didn’t matter what conclusions — if any — were reached that afternoon. None of the other Jarls had arrived yet, and this was not the kind of decision to leave them out of.
“And what does the petty thief think?” asked Yrsarald from his corner.
The room went quiet, except for the sounds of the outside, and of Audric filing his nails.
He considered this. He wondered if he remained silent, if the conversation might just pick right back up without him, forgetting him.
“Yes,” Ulfric turned to him, cool eyes boring into his. “What does the Dragonborn think we should do?”
Audric hissed as he hit his cuticle. “The Dragonborn thinks you should all shut up and stop bickering amongst yourselves.” Nobody laughed, though a low, angry murmur went through the other men like a wave. “Thalmor forces are not invincible outside of Summerset,” he continued, as if he couldn’t hear the curses and the insults. “They could not even seize divided Hammerfell. But give it time, as you are, and they will gather their strength.”
“They’re only curs!” exclaimed Galmar.
“Oh, is that so? Maybe they are curs, but they’re curs with industry and foot soldiers to best some of our generals, with centuries of strategic experience. I look around this room and all I see are curs with overworked smithies, dull iron, and arrogance.”
He had to be walked out of the room, after that. Tullius escorted him to the top of the tallest tower, where he sagged against the stone.
“Hot-headed and proud, the lot of them,” observed Tullius.
Audric chewed on this. “I invited that uproar, and don’t mistake me, I enjoyed it.” Among all of those angry, insulted Nords, though, only Ulfric had remained seated and silent. And yet, from the coldness of his eyes, Audric got the impression that he was more angry and insulted than the rest of them put together.
“They think they’re the only ones in Tamriel impacted by the Concordat,” said Tullius. “They seem to have forgotten about the shrines ripped out of the temples in Cyrodiil, about the families torn apart by Justiciars. They’re short-sighted and stubborn.”
“Well,” Audric reasoned, “there’s probably something especially insulting when the God in question was once one of your own people.”
Slowly, Tullius turned his eyes on him. He looked speculative; he knew what he wanted to say, clearly, but not if he ought to say it. “Did you know that there is debate, over the origins of the man Talos?”
Audric frowned. “No, I didn’t.”
"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 13e/??
(Anonymous) 2014-05-27 04:11 am (UTC)(link)“You don’t say. So he was a Nord from Skyrim, not from Atmora. That only rubs salt in the wound, I imagine.”
“Some say he was a Nord from High Rock — or, not even a Nord at all, but a Breton.”
Shifting his weight from one foot to the other and back, Audric tried to keep his unease to himself. “A Breton,” he said skeptically.
“Of course, it’s all speculation. No one can really know who or what Talos is or was.”
Then, the loud, unskilled blare of a horn interrupted them. The two men watched as a neat cavalcade came lumbering up the road. A handful of men marched on foot while two figures rode amongst them on horseback. Audric squinted until he recognized someone.
“Balgruuf!” he exclaimed.
“It’s about damn time,” Tullius grumbled.
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Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 13e/??
(Anonymous) 2014-05-27 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 13e/??
(Anonymous) 2014-05-27 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)