“I still think it’s a bad idea Ulfric”, Galmar grumbled as Ulfric prepared to leave the Palace. “You’re overreacting Galmar. Everything will be fine. Besides I need to get out of the Palace for a while, I need some fresh air”. Galmar waved his hand around, indicating the City of Windhelm, “then walk around your city. You’ll have plenty of fresh air and you’ll be save within the walls”. Ulfric looked as exasperated as Galmar felt, ‘the man is far too stubborn for his own good!’. “Galmar, old friend, I am going to Dark Water Crossing. I will talk to Anneke and the informant and be back by nightfall. There is no discussing the matter”.
Galmar sighed, knowing that there was no way he could convince Ulfric to stay behind. “Then I will come with you”, he insisted. “No, Galmar. I’m ordering you to stay behind. Just in case something does happen, Skyrim will need you”. They reached the stables and Ulfric made his way to his horse, a beautiful chestnut coloured stallion. “So you fear something could happen. You feel it too don’t you Ulfric? There is an ominous air, something is about to happen!” Ulfric stroked the horse’s neck, “I’ll have a guard, we’ll be in Stormcloak territory, not too far from here. Stop your worrying and get back to the Palace Galmar. Everything will turn out fine”. The soldiers that would make up Ulfric’s guard arrived then and quickly prepared their horses. Knowing he had lost this argument, Galmar grumbled a “fine” and stalked off in the direction of the Palace.
Galmar grumbled about insufferable Jarl’s all the way back to the Palace. ‘I don’t know how I put up with him. He’s felt it too, something is about to happen, yet still he goes out with only a few guards! Does he think himself invulnerable? How can he be so reckless, Skyrim needs him!’ Galmar sighed, there was nothing he could do now. He entered the Palace and made his way over to the war room to go over their plans for the war to keep himself busy.
Night had fallen and Ulfric had yet to return. ‘Probably a needless delay. Nothing to be worried about, the man can take care of himself’, Galmar thought, trying to convince himself that the terrible feeling in his gut was nothing more than a stomach bug. He stood in the silence of the war room, hands firmly planted on the table as he gazed at Skyrim’s map. A commotion in the main hall drew his attention and so before Jorleif could reach him, Galmar had already left the war room, striding into the main hall. “What is going on?” he rumbled.
“Sir Stone-Fist! Annekke sent me from Dark Water Crossing. I came as quickly as I could, bearing urgent news!” Galmar’s gut clenched, ‘sweet Talos, please don’t let anything have happened to Ulfric!’ “Speak!” he ordered the man. “We were awaiting the Jarl’s arrival when his horse approached, an arrow to its shoulder, no rider. Recognizing that something must be amiss, Annekke sent myself, Sondas and Meieran to investigate the road. We… we found several horses either terribly wounded or dead. There was no trace of the Jarl or any of his guards. We followed the road at a quick pace, hoping to find out what happened”.
“Well? What did you find?” Galmar was losing patience fast. The clenching in his gut became painful, his mind whirring with possibilities, none of which he liked. “Imperials Sir. A great many of them. The Jarl and his men were bound and being transported in carts Sir. Sondas is tracking them to find out where exactly they’re headed. Meieran went to the Falkreath Stormcloak camp to warn them, perhaps they can do something”.
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Galmar sighed, knowing that there was no way he could convince Ulfric to stay behind. “Then I will come with you”, he insisted. “No, Galmar. I’m ordering you to stay behind. Just in case something does happen, Skyrim will need you”. They reached the stables and Ulfric made his way to his horse, a beautiful chestnut coloured stallion. “So you fear something could happen. You feel it too don’t you Ulfric? There is an ominous air, something is about to happen!” Ulfric stroked the horse’s neck, “I’ll have a guard, we’ll be in Stormcloak territory, not too far from here. Stop your worrying and get back to the Palace Galmar. Everything will turn out fine”. The soldiers that would make up Ulfric’s guard arrived then and quickly prepared their horses. Knowing he had lost this argument, Galmar grumbled a “fine” and stalked off in the direction of the Palace.
Galmar grumbled about insufferable Jarl’s all the way back to the Palace. ‘I don’t know how I put up with him. He’s felt it too, something is about to happen, yet still he goes out with only a few guards! Does he think himself invulnerable? How can he be so reckless, Skyrim needs him!’ Galmar sighed, there was nothing he could do now. He entered the Palace and made his way over to the war room to go over their plans for the war to keep himself busy.
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Night had fallen and Ulfric had yet to return. ‘Probably a needless delay. Nothing to be worried about, the man can take care of himself’, Galmar thought, trying to convince himself that the terrible feeling in his gut was nothing more than a stomach bug. He stood in the silence of the war room, hands firmly planted on the table as he gazed at Skyrim’s map. A commotion in the main hall drew his attention and so before Jorleif could reach him, Galmar had already left the war room, striding into the main hall. “What is going on?” he rumbled.
“Sir Stone-Fist! Annekke sent me from Dark Water Crossing. I came as quickly as I could, bearing urgent news!” Galmar’s gut clenched, ‘sweet Talos, please don’t let anything have happened to Ulfric!’ “Speak!” he ordered the man. “We were awaiting the Jarl’s arrival when his horse approached, an arrow to its shoulder, no rider. Recognizing that something must be amiss, Annekke sent myself, Sondas and Meieran to investigate the road. We… we found several horses either terribly wounded or dead. There was no trace of the Jarl or any of his guards. We followed the road at a quick pace, hoping to find out what happened”.
“Well? What did you find?” Galmar was losing patience fast. The clenching in his gut became painful, his mind whirring with possibilities, none of which he liked. “Imperials Sir. A great many of them. The Jarl and his men were bound and being transported in carts Sir. Sondas is tracking them to find out where exactly they’re headed. Meieran went to the Falkreath Stormcloak camp to warn them, perhaps they can do something”.