Songs Of Return

To Boldly Flee

On the 8th of Rain's Hand, the empire broke the peace. Four cohorts of the fifth Legion Invaded the rift, and with The help of the treasonous Black-Briar Clan, stormed the Most veil Keep, slaughtering everyone inside and in stating Maven, Head of the clan as the puppet Jarl.

On the 15th of Rain's Hand, a squadron of Imperial Battleships ambushed Dawnstar, torching the Jarl's White Hall and cornering The Stormcloak Forces inside to the mines, where they would starve to death, and on the 25th of Rain's Hand, the entire forces of The Fifth Legion invaded Windhelm.

The stormcloak militia, unprepared for such underhanded tactics, were're outmatched, no matter how bravely they fought.

It was on that night when Asmund Fire-helm, Stormblade of the Stormcloak Army and the fabled Dragonborn was woke up by his Huskarl, Calder of Morvunskr.

"My thane!" He woke Asmund up, "we are under seige!"

Forced awake, Asmund donned his stormlord armor and quickly left Hjerlim with his Huskarl Calder and best friend Sofia.

Calder was right, there were skirmishes everywhere and the imperial Catapultae destroyed Ancient Houses and Walls with a vengeful passion.

He ran towards the barricaded alley near the Shatter-Shield Manor that led to the Palace. "We have to hurry, Calder!" He said, his companions running behind him.

The palace was, of course, barricaded against attack. The Defending soldiers had built the Barricades as fast as they could, before standing in front of them, weapons ready for combat. Three cohorts of the Imperial Legion were marching towards the barricades, the defenders already Fallen.

Calling upon the ancient power of God's, Asmund said "Stand back!" And shouted " FUS VAAZ ALD"

An unearthly glow left his mouth and collided with Imperial forces with an unrelenting force, tearing apart the closest and throwing the rest to the walls.

With the way finally clear, Asmund Opened The gates to the palace behind the barricades and entered the Final Stormcloak Base.

"Why am I locked in?" Asked Ulfric, jarl of Windhelm and leader of the Militia to his Huskarl and Main general, Galmar. "This is my city! My men! I need to fight by their side!"

Galmar, Last of his clan, said "don't be foolish, my friend! Your life would be in danger out-" Asmund Interrupted, "our lives are in danger even here, my jarl. There is no escape. Not for any of us!"

"Stormblade, what do you report?" Asked Galmar, "they're in the city, more soldiers than I've ever seen in a battle,and supported by Catapultae and Mage-fire. We've barricaded the alleys, but that won't hold them off forever, and that is if they don't have any reinforcements. Which I doubt. We need to do something!"

Galmar sighed, "then we'll face our end with courage!"

Ulfric banged his fist on the stone table, "No! We won't door like this!" He looked at Jorleif of Snowhawk, "Jorleif, call for Wuunfarth, tell him it is time to write again the songs of return!"

"'Write again The songs of return'? What's that mean?" Asked Asmund.

"Tell me, dragonborn. Do you know what happened when the first human city was razed?"

"Of course, they escaped! The surviving atmorans returned to atmora and-" he paused, sued wide, "you can't mean-"

He nodded, "I didn't want to, but we have no choice. Tell me, my old friends. Do you have anything of value here in this city?"

He shook his head, "my armor and Weapons are all I own. At least all that I can't summon elsewhere"

Galmar similarly shook his head, "my loyalty to you is all I value, Brother! Tell me, what is it you wish me do?"

Ulfric said "prepare yourself. As soon as Jorleif and Wuunfarth are back, We're taking the best ship in the harbor and Leaving"

The jarl of eastmarch left his palace, followed by Yrsarald of the Bone-maw and two of his guards, as soon as Wuunfarth was back.

"Tell every man and woman you can to follow us! We'll save as many as we can" Yelled Ulfric, leading the retreat to the docks.

The docks were covered with Blood, all the Argonians were dead, a group of dunmer standing there with ready weapons, a cohort of Imperial legionnaires with them.

"Tribune Free-Winter" said the officer in charge, "I see you've-" he said no more, for Asmund's spike of ice pierced his throat the same time ten arrows pelted his body.

"Brunwulf!" Ulfric yelled, shaking his head, "should've known! How much were you paid to Betray your own friends and kin?"

The champion of the Dunmer scoffed "Believe what you want, bear! You won't leave here alive!"

The two fighting parties brandished their weapons and charged at the and time.

Asmund Decapitated an elf, slamming his Helmed head to the unarmored face of a second elf as his spike of ice pierced the elf's heart.

Near him Calder was hiding beneath his shield behind the Onslaught of the Elven weapons, as Sofia dueled with a mage elf. Galmar and Ulfric fought back to back, The Shorter Axe Ulfric used killing whoever had survived the longer reach of Galmar's Axe. Every once in a while the sound of a thunderbolt would be heard as a Legionnaire or two fell, and the Wind-Break of the Unrelenting Force would sunder their forces.

Not to say the enemy didn't do well, many Stormcloaks fell that night, to magic or sword or shiv, but then Asmund Shouted "We're wasting time! They might send-" Wuunfarth pointed at the west, where another Cohort was climbing out of the water, led by the second commander of the Fifth Legion, Tribune Legate-General Rikke.

"Ulfric!" She yelled as the escaping stormcloaks boarded the best ship in the harbor, The Divine Protector, that happened to be Asmund's flagship. "Surrender now and will make it painless!"

"Over my dead body!" Growled Galmar, not yell boarding the ship.

As Sofia took the helm and the Stormcloaks began helping the crew release the sails, Asmund said "Galmar! What in oblivion are you doing? Come on up!"

Galmar kicked off the plank, using the force of his legs to set the ship away from the harbor as they began sailing away, "holding them off!"

"NO! stop this madness and-" Galmar paid him no heed, raising his battleaxe to the air he yelled "come at me, you godless pawns!" And with a warcry scaring even the bravest man he charged into the cohort of legionaires.

"FULL SAIL!" called Sofia, and as the last stormcloak forces fled the Burning Ruins of Windhelm, all asmund could see of the harbor was Galmar, killing as many as he could, throwing into the water those he couldn't, until even he, the legendary Berserker of the Battle of Red Ring, Fell to the Onslaught of the Legion.