“DRAGON!” a woman shouted. And the previously ordered execution turned to chaos. Ulfric watched Ralof rush up to the woman and nodded his approval as he directed the rest of his soldiers to a nearby tower. One of them managed to pick up a dagger in the confusion and used it to cut the Jarl’s binds before freeing the others. Ulfric quickly removed his gag, glad to be rid of the restriction. Moments later Ralof rushed in, Eira hot on his heels. ‘Lucky girl, if that dragon had shown up moments later she would have been dead’. Ulfric smiled inwardly, glad that she too had made it thus far.
“Jarl Ulfric, what is that thing? Could the legends be true?” Ralof asked him. “Legends don’t burn down villages” the Jarl rumbled. There was another explosion, the dragon was turning Helgen to ashes quickly, ‘there’s not much time if we want to make it out of here alive’, Ulfric thought. “WE NEED TO MOVE, NOW!” he roared. Ralof led Eira up the stairs, but the dragon’s head suddenly burst through the tower’s wall, forcing them back as he breathed fire into the tower. ‘A close call, damn it, there has to be another way out’.
Ulfric watched as Eira jumped out of the tower. Just as they were about to follow the dragon attacked the tower once more, forcing them to wait. The moment the dragon left Ulfric urged his men on, “GO! GET OUT OF HERE! ALL OF YOU!” he roared ushering his men back up the stairs and after the girl, hoping to find a way out. They made it to the inn and rushed out. Ralof got separated in the confusion outside, ‘I hope he finds his way out, he and the woman’, Ulfric thought as he led the other soldiers around the crumbling buildings, picking up weapons from fallen soldiers as they went.
They nearly made it to the Eastern gate, when the dragon forced them back. ‘Damn it! Is there no end to this madness? There has to be a way out, it’s now or never!’ Quickly he turned back to the West, “THIS WAY, QUICKLY!” His men followed him without question and they rushed on towards the Western gate. No one tried to stop them as they rushed through the gate. ‘All too busy fighting the dragon, good, we’ll make it out of here after all’, Ulfric thought. The kept running, not stopping until they reached the Stormcloak camp hidden away in the mountains between Helgen and Ivarstead. They were save enough for now. He would return to Windhelm and face the wrath of his housecarl and friend. He would do so gladly, grateful to live to see another day and perhaps see this war through. ‘I hope you made it young one, you still remain a mystery to me and I long to figure you out’.
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Inner thoughts of a rebellious Jarl (6/6)
Date: 2013-10-07 10:18 pm (UTC)“Jarl Ulfric, what is that thing? Could the legends be true?” Ralof asked him. “Legends don’t burn down villages” the Jarl rumbled. There was another explosion, the dragon was turning Helgen to ashes quickly, ‘there’s not much time if we want to make it out of here alive’, Ulfric thought. “WE NEED TO MOVE, NOW!” he roared. Ralof led Eira up the stairs, but the dragon’s head suddenly burst through the tower’s wall, forcing them back as he breathed fire into the tower. ‘A close call, damn it, there has to be another way out’.
Ulfric watched as Eira jumped out of the tower. Just as they were about to follow the dragon attacked the tower once more, forcing them to wait. The moment the dragon left Ulfric urged his men on, “GO! GET OUT OF HERE! ALL OF YOU!” he roared ushering his men back up the stairs and after the girl, hoping to find a way out. They made it to the inn and rushed out. Ralof got separated in the confusion outside, ‘I hope he finds his way out, he and the woman’, Ulfric thought as he led the other soldiers around the crumbling buildings, picking up weapons from fallen soldiers as they went.
They nearly made it to the Eastern gate, when the dragon forced them back. ‘Damn it! Is there no end to this madness? There has to be a way out, it’s now or never!’ Quickly he turned back to the West, “THIS WAY, QUICKLY!” His men followed him without question and they rushed on towards the Western gate. No one tried to stop them as they rushed through the gate. ‘All too busy fighting the dragon, good, we’ll make it out of here after all’, Ulfric thought. The kept running, not stopping until they reached the Stormcloak camp hidden away in the mountains between Helgen and Ivarstead. They were save enough for now. He would return to Windhelm and face the wrath of his housecarl and friend. He would do so gladly, grateful to live to see another day and perhaps see this war through. ‘I hope you made it young one, you still remain a mystery to me and I long to figure you out’.