"He-ee-ey!" A soldier laughed from outside the tent, drawing Galmar and Ulfric's attention. Galmar left to inspect the commotion, leaving Ulfric leaning over the map, thinking about back-up strategies. More laughter and celebration came from outside the tent, Galmar's familiar laugh included.
Ulfric opened the tent flaps and stopped dead in his tracks. Baltraz was there, looking as triumphant and confident as always. A smile began to slide across Ulfric's face before he could do anything about it. With Baltraz on their side once again, there would be no stopping them. Baltraz approached him, staring fixedly past his shoulder. "I am ready." She said, her gruff voice music to Ulfric's ears.
He stared at her, she had a black eye and looked a little worse for the wear, but if she said she was ready then... He clapped a hand over her shoulder, causing a wince to explode across her face. She closed her eyes and turned her face away from him. "What's the plan?" He briefed her shortly, making sure she understood the plan, before they moved out.
He tried to keep an eye on Baltraz as she moved about the battle field, blowing through Imperials and Shouting. He had never seen her battle before and it was quite breathtaking to witness. Eventually, most of the Imperials lay dead or wounded, some were running, but Stormcloaks with bows were picking them off one by one.
Ulfric stared around to see any sign of Baltraz and finally found her stuggling to get up from the ground. Her arms were trembling as she pushed herself up, but to no avail, she fell and closed her eyes, resting her head on the dirt. "Medic over here!" Ulfric shouted, jogging towards the fallen orc. The medic followed him, supplies and restoration magik at the ready. Ulfric removed the heavy armor from her back and cut away her tunic, ready to see the damage. As the cloth fell away from her skin, Ulfric went numb.
There on her back was raised green skin, bleeding and stinging from her sweat and exertion. He dropped the dagger in surprise and moved out of the way of the Medic, unable to keep his eyes off the whip marks. She had gone to see her stronghold and this is what they did to her? Anger bubbled up from his stomach and he threw his head back Shouting into the sky.
As the healing magik touched Boltraz, she winced and tried to move away from the help. "Malacath would be unpleased," she whispered. The medic shushed her and, as he continued his ministrations, Baltraz's eyes slipped close.
.
"Now," the medic said as he laid out a few potions of varying color and size. "restoration magik can only do so much. If you strain yourself, the wounds will open again. And we don't want that." Boltraz made a small noise in the back of her throat in response. Her eyes followed a hawk's movements outside the window. The cavalier attitude towards her wounds was making Ulfric angry again. He would have never let her go into battle had he known her condition.
As soon as the Medic left, he stepped into the room, watching her silently as she stared out the window. "Why would they have done something like that to you?" He asked curtly, discourteously. "Why would you go back if you knew that was something they might do?"
Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak's Reconciliation [4/?]
Ulfric opened the tent flaps and stopped dead in his tracks. Baltraz was there, looking as triumphant and confident as always. A smile began to slide across Ulfric's face before he could do anything about it. With Baltraz on their side once again, there would be no stopping them. Baltraz approached him, staring fixedly past his shoulder. "I am ready." She said, her gruff voice music to Ulfric's ears.
He stared at her, she had a black eye and looked a little worse for the wear, but if she said she was ready then... He clapped a hand over her shoulder, causing a wince to explode across her face. She closed her eyes and turned her face away from him. "What's the plan?" He briefed her shortly, making sure she understood the plan, before they moved out.
He tried to keep an eye on Baltraz as she moved about the battle field, blowing through Imperials and Shouting. He had never seen her battle before and it was quite breathtaking to witness. Eventually, most of the Imperials lay dead or wounded, some were running, but Stormcloaks with bows were picking them off one by one.
Ulfric stared around to see any sign of Baltraz and finally found her stuggling to get up from the ground. Her arms were trembling as she pushed herself up, but to no avail, she fell and closed her eyes, resting her head on the dirt. "Medic over here!" Ulfric shouted, jogging towards the fallen orc. The medic followed him, supplies and restoration magik at the ready. Ulfric removed the heavy armor from her back and cut away her tunic, ready to see the damage. As the cloth fell away from her skin, Ulfric went numb.
There on her back was raised green skin, bleeding and stinging from her sweat and exertion. He dropped the dagger in surprise and moved out of the way of the Medic, unable to keep his eyes off the whip marks. She had gone to see her stronghold and this is what they did to her? Anger bubbled up from his stomach and he threw his head back Shouting into the sky.
As the healing magik touched Boltraz, she winced and tried to move away from the help. "Malacath would be unpleased," she whispered. The medic shushed her and, as he continued his ministrations, Baltraz's eyes slipped close.
.
"Now," the medic said as he laid out a few potions of varying color and size. "restoration magik can only do so much. If you strain yourself, the wounds will open again. And we don't want that." Boltraz made a small noise in the back of her throat in response. Her eyes followed a hawk's movements outside the window. The cavalier attitude towards her wounds was making Ulfric angry again. He would have never let her go into battle had he known her condition.
As soon as the Medic left, he stepped into the room, watching her silently as she stared out the window. "Why would they have done something like that to you?" He asked curtly, discourteously. "Why would you go back if you knew that was something they might do?"