Mara's Doing ~ Skyrim Oneshots/Scenarios

Ulfric Stormcloak ~ Voice

You walked inside the hall of the Palace of the Kings, smiling as the warm air inside wrapped around you. Your ears, nose and cheeks were rosy from the cold, but you showed no sign of discomfort from it. After all, you were the Dragonborn. All you had to do was wear a fur cloak with a hood to cover your head to help with the cold. Of course, you wore your armour underneath.

You walked through the hall, the voices of two men echoing against the walls. They both emerged from a room next to the throne. The tallest sat down on the throne, and you could only guess he was Ulfric Stormcloak.

You walked towards him. "My jarl." You said, catching his attention. He motioned to the other man to wait (it was also a way to tell him to shut up.). "Since when do guards let anyone enter here? I hope you have a good reason to disturb me." He said, his voice a soft melody, but his tone stern. "Yes, my jarl. I have actually got news of an imperial plan to attack one of your forts, close to Markarth," you started, a little intimidated by the gazes of the two strong men in front of you. "I have also come to join the Stormcloaks." You finished, looking at him, your eyes burning with confidence. "Join the Stormcloaks, hm? Well, I'd never say no to someone willing to fight the Empire. But there is something different about you... tell me." He ordered you, while the other man walked off to the room to the left.

You nodded. "I am Dragonborn, my jarl." "Ah... Dragonborn. I've been expecting you." He took a pause and looked to his left (or was it his right?) as the other man walked back in. "So, the Dragonborn wants to join us? Could give us a huge advantage in the war... should we test her strength first?" The man asked, looking up at Ulfric. "Perhaps we should. Give her the details, Galmar. I have important things to do." "Of course, Ulfric." The man turned to you. "Our little test of strength is to kill an ice wraith. There's one not too far away from here, north-east, if you're up to it." "Of course I am. It's not an ice wraith that is going to stop me from fighting the Empire." You said, making the man laugh. "That's what I like to hear. Now go make it happen."

You nodded and walked out. You made your way to the small hill, finding a standing stone and a few ice wraiths at the top. A few slashes of your sword later, they were all dead. You gathered whatever you could find in their ice remnants, then headed right back to Windhelm.

You walked back inside the Palace of the Kings, walking towards Galmar. "I've killed the ice wraiths." "Wraiths? Heh, so you found a few more on the way, eh? Now that's a strong soldier. I guess you're ready for the oath." "Oath?" "Yes, the oath of loyalty to Ulfric. What else could it be?"

He spoke up and urged you to repeat after him as he spoke the oath. When you were done, he smiled at you and patted your shoulder. He went to talk with Ulfric as you stepped out of the war room, heading towards the doors, until a strong voice stopped you. "Dovahkiin!" Ulfric called out, making you turn back around. You walked to him, looking up at the Nord. "What is it, my jarl?" "Now that you're one of us... I want you to do a little something for me." "Anything for you, my jarl." Your voice resonated through his head. He had heard many people say it before, but to hear the Dragonborn herself say it felt entirely different.

"I have a little problem with the war going on... Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun refuses to listen to me. I want you to change that." He said, looking down at you. "How am I supposed to make that happen?" "Take my axe, and give it to him." He got up and handed you an axe. "An axe? ...alright." You said, looking up to him to see him smiling. "Good, good. If he takes it, negotiations are up. If he refuses it..." he went silent, to try and make you think about what should happen if Balgruuf refuses the axe. "A declaration of war?" "Yes, exactly."

But then, you looked down, frowning a little. "Dragonborn? What's wrong?" "He... mm... Balgruuf is a genuinely good jarl, I don't know if..." Ulfric sighed at your words and came closer, putting a hand on your shoulder. "I know he is... but he sided with the enemy. Perhaps if we can come to an agreement with him, he could stay as Jarl. What do you think of that?" He smiled reassuringly. "It sounds good to me." "Good, good... now go give him my axe, Dovahkiin." You nodded and walked out the Palace.