Skyrim Oneshots and Scenarios

Jarl Ulfric (catch up)

How you met

The cart moved slowly, they were all binded by their wrists, but one had a little more then the rest of them. Jarl Ulfric, the leader of the rebellion, he had his mouth gagged, in order  not to be able to shout the Imperials to pieces, the milk drinkers knew they were never going to be able to handle Ulfric without having him gagged.

Ulfric had been awake the entire time they had been captured, cursing himself for not knowing of the ambush. He had been lost in thought till he felt something lean on his left. he looked at what had touched him, and found a young (y/r) asleep, resting on his shoulder, he hadn't even noticed that this person wasn't even part of the stormcloaks, he looked at her longer, he wouldn't lie, the (y/r) was rather attractive { if your charater is a imperial 'even if this woman was on the wrong side of the war, she was still a pretty sight to look at, especially in these conditions, it was hard to see someone so peaceful' if your charater is one of the races that are disliked by stormcloaks 'Even if this (y/r) wasn't a nord, the small figure was still beautiful, it was rare to see someone so calm and peaceful at these times, it was a nice sight to see, even from this race.' }. He looked away from the woman beside him, catching Ralof's eye, in which Ralof winked and smirked at the Jarl, whom only shook his head and chuckled at the soldier, in turn Ralof laughed, only making the woman leaning on Ulfric stir a little.

Her eyes slowly opening, Ulfric looked at the woman's eyes, her beautiful (e/c) piecied into him.

"Ah, you're finally awake..." Ulfric stopped listening, and just looked at the woman, she seemed so frail, why were they even taking her? She wasn't in stormcloak attire even, she didn't have any weapons or anthing on her, she didn't even look to be able to protect herselfs, obiviously even as someone as frail as her, the milk drinkers wouldn't even be able to handle even if she did fight them with her bare hands he thought to himself.

They realize they like you

(If you have a charater with a race that the stormcloaks are raciest towards or you charater is an Imperial, then you can either you the one below are skip to the one after it, because it wont be exactly the same, but it will be a little different due to the different races, but yeah, just thought I would let you know :] )

It had been awhile since the attack on Helegen, honestly he had completely forgotten about the female (y/r), he had to much on his plate to remember some woman he met, with the dragons coming from Oblivion knows where and having the war with the Imperials and having the thalmor here and not knowing for sure what they are doing here, and pletty more things that rest on his shoulders, he hadn't had time to remember who was even on the cart to helegen with him.

Well, he hadn't remembered till a woman came walking into his domain.

She looked farmilliar to him, but he couldn't put it on the dot to why she was farmilliar, she adorned leather armor her hair was (how ever your hairstyle is) she stood the normal height of an (y/r) and stood proud once she made it to Jarl Ulfric.

"What brings..." Ulfric made eye contact with the woman that stood before him, suddenly realizing who it was that stood before him by her (e/c) eyes. " So, you survived the Dragon attack at Helegen, I didn't think I would be seeing you again."

"I'm actually surprised to find myself here so early too, but with how the war is going, I thought that I would join up and try to win for the right reasons."

"I don't think I ever caught your name."

"The name is (y/n)." It though him off for a second, that name, (y/n), it had been going around for awhile, beinging known for being the new dragonborn, he cocked his head and looked her up and down.