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"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 13d/??
Date: 2014-05-27 03:38 am (UTC)“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/??
Date: 2014-05-27 04:11 am (UTC)“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.
Hello all! So my job has upped my hours to full time, which means I will have less time and energy for writing, so updates may have more time in between them. But I hope everyone has enjoyed this installment and I will be back with more.
Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 13e/??
Date: 2014-05-27 05:11 pm (UTC)Re: "Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 13e/??
Date: 2014-05-27 10:16 pm (UTC)