Summary: Ulfric Stormcloak reveals his thoughts from the moment he is ambushed until his escape.
The sound of hooves and the soft murmur of soldiers making small talk were the only sounds that could be heard. Ulfric and his men had made good time and would reach Darkwater Crossing soon. Ulfric would speak with his informant, discuss matters with Anneke Crag-Jumper and be on his way back to Windhelm before the day was over. His housecarl Galmar Stone-Fist had been against his going, saying both the informant and Anneke could just come to the palace in Windhelm, but Ulfric was going stir-crazy and needed to get out of the palace. Ordering a grumbling Galmar to stay behind to run things should anything happen to him, the Jarl left with a select few guards.
The relative silence was broken by the shrill cry of a horse in pain. The panicked animal threw off his rider and ran. Before anyone could react the other horses cried out too, one throwing his rider off too and following it’s comrade, the others crumbling to the ground death. Ulfric and his men quickly got back to their feet, weapons drawn and ready to attack whoever had fired the arrows that struck their horses. A large number of Imperials came out of hiding, weapons drawn and aimed at them. ‘Damn it! How in Oblivion did this happen? Where we betrayed? But by who?’ he thought. Ulfric’s eyes scanned his surroundings quickly, ‘too many, there’s no way we can fight our way out of this one. Not even the Voice will save us now’, Ulfric seethed with anger at the unexpected turn of events. ‘Damn it! They would fight, all of them, for me, for our cause. But we’re greatly outnumbered. To try and fight our way out of this would only result in a bloodbath! We would all gladly lay down our lives if it meant Skyrim would be free, but I will not let them die needlessly!’
Recognizing his momentary defeat, Ulfric resigned himself to his fate and ordered his men to lower their weapons. ‘Perhaps an opportunity will present itself allowing our escape. Or at the very least perhaps my men will be imprisoned until the war is settled either way. We’ll bide our time for now. It cannot be over, I refuse to believe it. Something will happen. Something must happen! Damn it!’ The Jarl kept his shoulders straight and his head held high as he allowed the Imperials to bind and gag him. ‘Filthy Thalmor boot kissers! Some of them are even Nords! How could they betray Skyrim like that?!’
Ulfric watched as his guards, four men and one woman, were bound and directed into two carts, they were good people. He did not know all of them personally, but he hoped they would all live to see another day. Three men and the woman were pushed onto one cart, the last soldier was pushed onto the second cart, before Ulfric himself was also pushed onto the second cart. The Imperial soldiers took their places surrounding the two carts and they headed off towards the South.
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Inner thoughts of a rebellious Jarl (1/6)
Date: 2013-10-07 10:14 pm (UTC)Tags: char:ulfric_stormcloak, series:eira, race:nord
Summary: Ulfric Stormcloak reveals his thoughts from the moment he is ambushed until his escape.
The sound of hooves and the soft murmur of soldiers making small talk were the only sounds that could be heard. Ulfric and his men had made good time and would reach Darkwater Crossing soon. Ulfric would speak with his informant, discuss matters with Anneke Crag-Jumper and be on his way back to Windhelm before the day was over. His housecarl Galmar Stone-Fist had been against his going, saying both the informant and Anneke could just come to the palace in Windhelm, but Ulfric was going stir-crazy and needed to get out of the palace. Ordering a grumbling Galmar to stay behind to run things should anything happen to him, the Jarl left with a select few guards.
The relative silence was broken by the shrill cry of a horse in pain. The panicked animal threw off his rider and ran. Before anyone could react the other horses cried out too, one throwing his rider off too and following it’s comrade, the others crumbling to the ground death. Ulfric and his men quickly got back to their feet, weapons drawn and ready to attack whoever had fired the arrows that struck their horses. A large number of Imperials came out of hiding, weapons drawn and aimed at them. ‘Damn it! How in Oblivion did this happen? Where we betrayed? But by who?’ he thought. Ulfric’s eyes scanned his surroundings quickly, ‘too many, there’s no way we can fight our way out of this one. Not even the Voice will save us now’, Ulfric seethed with anger at the unexpected turn of events. ‘Damn it! They would fight, all of them, for me, for our cause. But we’re greatly outnumbered. To try and fight our way out of this would only result in a bloodbath! We would all gladly lay down our lives if it meant Skyrim would be free, but I will not let them die needlessly!’
Recognizing his momentary defeat, Ulfric resigned himself to his fate and ordered his men to lower their weapons. ‘Perhaps an opportunity will present itself allowing our escape. Or at the very least perhaps my men will be imprisoned until the war is settled either way. We’ll bide our time for now. It cannot be over, I refuse to believe it. Something will happen. Something must happen! Damn it!’ The Jarl kept his shoulders straight and his head held high as he allowed the Imperials to bind and gag him. ‘Filthy Thalmor boot kissers! Some of them are even Nords! How could they betray Skyrim like that?!’
Ulfric watched as his guards, four men and one woman, were bound and directed into two carts, they were good people. He did not know all of them personally, but he hoped they would all live to see another day. Three men and the woman were pushed onto one cart, the last soldier was pushed onto the second cart, before Ulfric himself was also pushed onto the second cart. The Imperial soldiers took their places surrounding the two carts and they headed off towards the South.