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“Don’t Shoot the Messenger” F!DB/Ulfric, Part 8c
Date: 2014-06-25 03:50 am (UTC)After two hours more of riding, watching the sky blacken, Jaenna’s mount crested a hill overlooking the city of Windhelm. The sight that greeted Jaenna’s eyes made her reign in sharply.
A siege! Imperial Legion forces had the city surrounded, all routes of escape cut off. Machines of war rested on the snowy fields. The abandoned campsites spoke volumes – clearly the forces had been here for days, trying to break through Windhelm’s high walls.
And it seemed as if today they finally had.
The catapults were abandoned, the fields oddly quiet. All the action focused around the city’s damaged walls. Soldiers in Imperial Legion livery swarmed the bridge into Windhelm. The catapults must have finally brought down the huge gates and broke past the stone walls.
Screams hovered in the cold, brittle air. They were far-off, quiet shrieks. She could hear the distant, metallic clang of steel. Smoke tickled her nostrils.
Without further prompting, Jaenna exploded into motion. She slammed her heels into her poor horse’s sides. The beast squealed and charged forward, spurred recklessly towards the city. A wild anger roared through Jaenna’s blood, stealing all her control. Damn Ulfric, he must have anticipated this siege, and yet he’d let her go without a warning! Damn the Imperial Legion, continuing with their attack instead of retreating to Solitude, making this last attempt at complete dominance over Skyrim.
The dragon would show them the meaning of dominance.
Her horse galloped down the length of the bridge. Soldiers shouted at her and tried to attack. A Shout blasted them out of her way. Her mount spooked at this, rearing and skidding to a halt, frothing at the bit. Jaenna leapt from her steed’s back and ran the rest of the way to the city.
Molten fury coursing through her veins. Jaenna scrambled over the rubble and found the city in chaos. Flashes of soldiers in red or blue. Townspeople running, crying out, dying. Jaenna screamed her rage and whirled into the fray.
All thought fled her mind. This was not the wild, hysterical invasion of Solitude. This was not the calculated execution of Imperial Legion camps. This was heartless, unrepentant draconic rage unleashed.
Jaenna might as well have blacked out. She tore a tunnel through the Imperial Legion soldiers, fighting her way to the Palace of the Kings. She didn’t remember any of it, the struggle passing in a blur of red. She became aware again when she stood before the broken palace doors. Sweat trickled down her back and hot blood streamed down her sword.
Jaenna charged into the palace, breaking through the vicious fighting going on inside. She leapt onto the long table and yelled – it may have come out more like a roar. Those battling wavered. Orders resonated throughout the hall, in male and female voices. The fighting ceased.
Both forces disengaged. The Stormcloaks crowded around the throne with their backs to the wall. The rebellion forces were in a sorry state, cornered, bloody, and injured. Ulfric stood before them, brandishing his sword, a snarl on his face. Red was splattered over his armour. A cut slicing through one eyebrow bled into his eye, causing him to blink rapidly. He stared at Jaenna with astonishment.