Songs Of Return

A man to follow, a man to obey

"What of Galmar?" Asked Ulfric fron Asmund, thirty minutes after they'd left windhelm.

"He didn't make it" Asmund said, "stood behind to keep the imperials from Boarding,  killed a mighty number of them too" he dropped his head, "I am sorry, M'lord"

Ulfric took a deep breath, for a second a pained expression on his face, then his face became impassive again, "don't be. You're not responsible"

He then said "let us leave to the Deck, you have a ship to stir,  and I have the last of my men to debrief"

On deck, much soldiers were around. Sons tending to ge ship with the crew, a few talking to their loved ones, the rest of them resting, tending to the wounded, or training.

"Officer on Deck!" Yelled Calder, Yrsarald continued "gather around!"

The ragtag group of, maybe, fifty of so men and women in blue gathered around. "Jarl Ulfric!" One of them asked, "what is our plan?"

Ulfric sighed "there isn't any. Most of you, I think, would and could make your lives elsewhere. Begin anew in Skyrim or the Rast of Tamriel. But I, as well as whoever would come with me, shall sail to the land from whence we came!" He waited a few seconds for the dramatic effect, "Atmora"

Most of them (everyone of them that was capable of doing so and did not know of the plan beforehand) gasped, and Ulfric continued, "we'll stop by Raven Rock for a short break before beginning the voyage,  whoever of you that wishes so may leave us there. There are ships to get to you to any city that has a harbor. None of us will think anything of it if you leve, because as of this moment," he sighed, "the stormcloak cause is disbanded."   

When they returned to Raven rock, ready to raise anchor and leave tamriel, nobody was missing.

"You've all stayed!" Ulfric said, with shock,  "did none of you have a hope for a new life?"

Ralof, a stormblade in the army, said "we're not here for gold or power or land, my jarl! We followed you because you were right. The fact the empire attacked us in the time of peace has only proven you correct! Our belief in you hasn't vanished!"

"Are all of you of the same mind?" Asked Ulfric, a loud and unified "AYE!" was the answer to his question.

He nodded, then said "our voyage will be exhausting. It will be dangerous, perilous, and fatal. Nobody in tge recorded history hasn't traveled to atmora, not since Hjalti Left atmora for Skyrim. We don't know what is on our way, what we'll find in atmora, or whether it is even capable of Hosting us." He chuckled, "in fact we have no idea where Atmora really is, other than that it is in the north!"

He looked at them, "our forefathers traveled fron Atmora to Skyrim, Pioneers of a new age for their kind. Let's them proud! Let us make history!"

[This chapter is rather sorry. The next chapters will be longer]