Naruto Stormcloak

Introduction

Disclaimer: I own nothing if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction

A/N: just a few things I need to clarify before I start:
First of all I've made Skyrim a LOT bigger than it is in the games e.g. Tripled the size of the marshes in Morthal.
Secondly: there will be dozens of OC's added to the story to make up for lack of numbers.

That's all now ON WITH THE STORY

Palace of Kings, Windhelm 4E 201 13th of Last Seed

Sitting upon his fathers throne sat a man. He was like most Nords, tall and fair-headed he was in his late 40's and had a pair of dark haunted eyes that seemed to stare straight through you. He was robed in a dark leather tunic and had an equally dark fur cloak draped over his shoulders the dark colours were offset by the light brown bracers and his slightly darker boots. This is, Ulfric Stormcloak Jarl of Eatmarch and Windhelm leader of the Stormcloak rebellion, and recent murderer of the High King of Skyrim, Torryg Jarl of Haafingar and Solitude, Husband of the new Jarl, Elisif the Fair, who were godparents of his youngest daughter.

With a deep sigh Ulfric contemplated the war and how it was playing out before him.

The 'old holds' had all banded together under the banner of the Stormcloak rebellion while the western holds with the exception of Whiterun had sided with the Imperials.

Although the imperial faction was crumbling at the seams, Idgrod the Jarl of Morthal, was planning to defect to the rebellion and Elisif wanted the soldiers and the so-called 'Imperial advisors' of her husband removed from both her city and her hold.

The Jarls of Markarth and Falkreath were staunch supporters of the imperial control of Skyrim and were at the ready to invade the surrounding holds at a moments notice. And Whiterun, alongside Balgruuf were wild cards, he honestly had no clue which side the hold would ally with.

Sighing again the Jarl of Windhelm looked out of his darkened window at the snow covered rooftops of his city, his home and should the divines will it his grandchildren's home. His eyes involuntarily rose up as he saw the portrait he'd had commissioned for his late wife reflected in the darkening light of the evening.

Staring at the portrait brought back so many happy memories of his wife the late, Kushina Stormcloak nee Kyne-hearth her long red hair tied in a complicated bun at the back of her head her pure violet eyes shone with the love and compassion she was famous for her lips were pressed together to form a gentle smile she wore the classic azure blue robes worn by the nobles of Skyrim cradling a basket of nightshade and blue mountain flowers in one arm, and a book in the crook of another. Behind her was the temple of Kynareth in Whiterun the same city he'd met her in all those years ago.

Shaking his head almost violently in order to chase away the dark thoughts of what he'd do to the man that had dared to take his angel from him and his children. A smile graced his rugged features as he thought of his children:

His youngest daughter, Sakura, didn't have the patience to deal with the arrogance, or the shear stupidity as she called it, of the simpering women of her parents court and secluded herself in the palace greenhouses or in Wuunferths' alchemy laboratory ( much to his consternation ) and rapidly revealed that she was a prodigy in both arts. Much to her mother's delight, she'd left the palace three years ago a month before her mothers death. She lived in Frost vale estate roughly 5 miles South of Kynesgrove.

His third child had been adopted into the family Ysrarald Thrice-Pierced was the last of his family following a massacre of said clan by the Thalmor when he was 10. He joined soon after and within 8 years he'd become one of the top soldiers in the rebellion and his main strategist, he was an expert at close combat with one and two handed weapons and the only one of his children to stay in the palace.

Then there was his second eldest Nerria the next jarl of Eastmarch and Windhelm she was on a pilgrimage to try and understand what her purpose in life was, she was a devout child of all schools of magic and combat, she gleefully went on trips all across the continent, her last letter said she was in Markarth praying and 'learning' at the temple of Dibella while trying to gain access to the hall of the dead before she would be returning home to her estate for the first time in three years. The estate was the old Hjerim house on the outskirts of the city.

And then there was Naruto his former-heir.

Ulfric sighed when he thought of his eldest child, Naruto was an enigma, he was a master of diplomacy and an archer on par with the Bosmer of Valenwood and a swordsman that would put a Redguard to shame. He took after his mother in the use of restoration magic and a devout follower of Kynareth and Mara.

But he seemed to have an almost dark aura that he suppressed expertly to all but his family, he seemed to suddenly suffer from random flashes of insanity and often allowed his sadistic side to control him in battle. These 'flashes' had become ever more frequent since his mothers death.

Naruto had denied his position as heir of Windhelm when he turned eleven and had made a counter offer to the position as heir. His sister Nerria had been offered by Naruto as a far more suitable heiress, and he would take the ruins of Mistwatch from his hands.

Ulfric had been nervous to accept this at first. His son had been groomed for the position as his heir his entire life, and now here he was trying to convince him to give the heirship to his younger sister and simultaneously give him the lordship of their chief defence against southern invasion. Eventually after talking it over with Kushina he agreed and named Naruto as 'Jarl of Mistwatch' and all territories south of the 'Bonestrewn Crest' were part of the 10th Hold in Skyrim named Mistwatch, after its capital and the former fortress that resided there.

Ulfric was broken from his train of thought by the arrival of his steward, Jorleif.

"My, Jarl the carriage to Mistwatch is ready." He said in a clear but subservient voice.

Ulfric, rose from his throne and began to walk towards the ancient, towering steel doors that led out to Windhelm, all the while barking orders at Jorleif.

"Tell the guards that Galmar is in charge of the army," he threw open the steel door and strode towards the carriage Wuunferth stood at attention outside the carriage alongside a platoon of Stormcloaks "You will be in charge of the city and the guard Jorleif, I want the 'butcher' found, tortured and in the cells by the time I return." He finished with a cold glare.

"Yes my Jarl." responded the unflappable steward.

Ulfric glanced at him from the corner of his eye and then climbed in the carriage, followed moments later by his court wizard.

The carriage slowly trundled out of the city into the craggy and rocky tundra of Eastmarch

And ever closer to his eldest child.