Galmar Histoires

Ariena has no idea how she got caught up in the thick of the Civil War. And she still hasn't come to terms with the fact that she, half Nord half High Elf is the legendary Dragonborn. Then there's the whole matter of Ulfric Stormcloak.

Freya War-Hammer is a pretty broken Nord but you wouldn't be able to tell. After her mother betrays her brother and her,her father dies, the only person left she loves leaves for ten years and she's called to fight a losing battle? I don't blame her. She's fiery, fierce and beautiful. She's also skilled (not really she's horrible,) with the thu-um and un paralleled with a war-hammer. Try not to cross her, you play with fire. You get burned.

"Welcome to the land of everlasting ferocity. The land where children lay bruised and battered, when old, wicked men roam the streets, all seeking for the vengeance they shall never accompany. As the fair stone towers fall, surrounded by a savage fire slowly burning out what is left behind, my friends, that is the time when we will get what is ours, and that is time, when I get who is mine, and mine only. Right now, in this chamber, I address to you, my brothers! I address to you that if we walk out empty-handed out of the battle, we are already dead. But there is a significant difference between the death of a coward, and the death of a martyr. The death of a courageous warrior, who feared none and hadn't daunted to paint the land red with his blood to regain what this region deserves!" -Ulfric to his fellow soldiers In this story, you accompany Ulfric on his journey from an eager Imperial Soldier to a demolished Stormcloak and encounter his very first collusion of worldly affairs such as love and loss. Involves mature content that may not be suitable for every audience.

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