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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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Three days later the Battle of Windhelm proved to be tougher than Serano had anticipated.

Ulfric had gathered his remaining troops to sacrifice his men in one last act of desperation. The Nord had even gone as far as destroying his own city to keep Tullius' army from reaching his palace: Most of the roads were blocked and Serano wound up in a dead end more than once, with just one or two soldiers by his side and the Stormcloaks closing in on them. Enemy soldiers kept appearing out of nowhere; men and women who had nothing left to lose, who fought tooth and nail to take Serano's head - because his death would have meaning, would give their comrades hope again that maybe, just maybe, they would be able to survive this.

Once or twice he thought about Runa's real father.

Eventually he lost sight of Rikke and Hadvar, got separated from his temporary subordinates and couldn't spare the time to think about anything else but the enemy in front of him. He was forced to rely on his Voice more than he was used to; as soon as the opportunity presented itself he snatched an amulet of Talos from a dying Stormcloak soldier, relying on the fake God's blessing to crush his believers.

By the time he had cleared a path to the Keep's entrance he had exhausted his magicka reserves and was so exhausted he could hardly lift his sword anymore. A combination of adrenaline and countless stamina draughts kept him going, temporarily dispelling his exhaustion and weariness. He was covered in blood and didn't know whether it was his own; his numb body had stopped registering pain.

The blond man lounging in his throne allowed him to come close before standing up to greet him, to speak to him, to Shout at him, all at once. But he was no dragon, just a mere mortal, and Serano barely felt his Voice. The altmer answered, as was his right, and scorched the jarl and his second-in-command with the flames Paarthurnax had granted him.

Ulfric would have made a much better Dragonborn than himself. A man who actually wanted to become Skyrim's savior, who cared for this country, who could be become his people's king. A true Nord, the very picture of a hero worthy of slaying the wyrm, steadfast in his convictions, always working in what he thought was his country's best interest, ambitious and proud, able to rise an army that placed his trust in him. Ulfric believed in himself and in his country, and in turn his men believed in him. But he wouldn't have come this far if his cause wasn't righteous, if there wasn't at least a little truth to his words. Even his enemies had to acknowledge that.

Serano didn't believe in anything. The altmer stood here because he was afraid, wasted his time because he wasn't ready to face his true enemy just yet. To him, killing Ulfric was just another errand, another reason to postpone the inevitable. He fought because he didn't want to die.

But in the end Ulfric fell first, and Serano looked down on his corpse just as Tullius and Ricke stormed the Keep with a few soldiers to assist him. The General congratulated him, Rikke thanked him, and Hadvar patted him on the back. They left the two corpses there on the floor; someone else would dispose of them, destroy or hide Ulfric's body so that no one would ever find it again.

The Civil War ended that day, just like that.

Now there were no more distractions, no more excuses. Now he would have to face his greatest enemy, the dragon that was evil personified. He would have to kill him and claim his soul for himself, probably destroying the last parts of his mortality in the process, losing everything that was still him.

He would have to face the Alduin.

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