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The Age of Rebirth part 4
The realization left the castle and the people in it silent: Ulfric Stormcloak was dead. The man who had founded and led the Stormcloaks, drove the Empire out of Skyrim and fought the Dragonborn just a moment ago now laid still on the ground.
Something like that deserved silence.
The only voice that could be heard was the thick panting of the Dragonborn who had kneeled on the floor next to Ulfric, resting on his sword.
It wasn't until the Dragonborn dropped his sword and fell on the ground, the sound which of echoed through the hall, when the moment slipped away and people realized it was time to break the silence. The yells, screams, sounds of running footsteps and drawn weapons suddenly filled the room as the Stormcloaks ran to their fallen leader's side. It was only Delphine and Esbern who rushed to aid the Dragonborn.
"Are you okay?" Esbern asked.
"It's I The " The Dragonborn panted, barely able to get a single word out of his mouth. Delphine saw how one of h
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"My Jarl!" Galmar Stone-Fist, Ulfric's most trusted general, yelled. He raised his battleaxe from his back, with a furious grin on his face. The Dragonborn had attacked Ulfric, his Jarl, his future king!
But this attack was stopped by Ulfric himself.
"Stand down Galmar!" Ulfric yelled as he stepped away from the doorframe, "This is between me and the Dragonborn, a duel with the ancient Nord way!"
Galmar froze in place, and immediately lowered his axe. Delphine and Esbern looked at the scene, hands nervously twitching at their waists.
"Dragonborn, what shall we "
"Leave it!" replied Dragonborn while pushing himself off the ground, "I can handle this. I can handle him. Just let it be, I have to do this alone "
"You are brave Dovahkiin", smirked Ulfric, "But can you back up your words with actions? If you can't they're worthless. You must think so highly of yourself, otherwise you would not have challenged me. But make no mistake, whatever the Greybeards taught you;
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The dawn had just arrived when they reached Windhelm, the new capital of Skyrim, home of Jarl Ulfric. The city stood strongly in the wind, as it had for centuries. There couldn't have been a more suitable home for the Stormcloaks, for the city was much like the Nords themselves, strong and cold. Protected by high walls and strong gates, surrounded by the sea, it was practically a fortress.
But inside the wall felt threatening, suffocating. It was a prison. Everything inside was built with stone, and paved with ice and snow. It was a strong city, but without warmth and character. It had been the people that had given a face to Windhelm, but they were hard to notice behind the lines of Stormcloak soldiers that now swarmed the city. The few civilians that managed to catch Delphine's attention were all Nords. She started to worry what had become of the Grey Quarters.
"And why do you need us Dragonborn?" Esbern asked as they rose the steps to the Palace's courtyard.
"To watch by back", the
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As always, Skyrim punished its children with another freezing night. Soon the winter would come and even The Reach would be covered with snow. But that didn't worry Delphine. As remote as the Sky Haven Temple was, the surrounding mountains provided strong protection from the icy winds and snowstorms. It was the food stocks that they would have to be careful with.
She had seen some rabbits strolling around the courtyard few days ago, but other than that, it seemed that the animals had started to depart for more secure lands. After the snow had fallen it'd be difficult to find quarry, let alone chase it. The supplies they had stored inside the temple would last couple of months, the winter at least four. They'd have to start stocking up pretty soon. Hopefully their gold would be enough; Markath had started to become an expensive city lately. No doubt the Silver-Bloods should be thanked for that.
But as harsh as the night was, Delphine only had to look up to see the more gentle side of Sk
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"Are you sure you're not overdoing it?"
"Just one more lap, then I'll stop."
Shepard wiped some sweat from her forehead and proceeded to walk across the room once again. Her steps were shaky, and her pace agonizingly slow, but at least she was finally walking.
She walked forward carefully, leaning onto the crutches and moving them forward a bit by bit. There could be no rush. Even though Shepard was wearing leg braces, her steps were still heavy and her balance feeble at best. If she would go too fast she'd surely fall on her onto the floor, not a preferable position for her.
She sat onto the bed, panting heavily. That was the twentysixth exercise routine she had done today. It would've been nice to be able to recover in peace, but unfortunately Shepard didn't have that luxury. The memorial service was in just under two weeks, and she sure as hell wouldn't walk in front of the galaxy with crutches under her arms. She would walk with her own feet, even with the braces on if she'd have t
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