Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140704014014/@comment-11457306-20140704033935

(Careful with that word "legions" Billy.  We were not Legions.)

Tears filled Tegan's eyes, for she recognized the words. The tale of that conversation between Ulfric and his General just before the famous Battle of Whiterun had made the rounds, relayed by those who had been in the Throne Room when Ulfric had given the word for the war to begin in earnest. She had not had the honor of being in that conflict, being stationed in Falkreath at the time to guard the road into Cyrodiil, but she had listened with eagerness to every re-telling of the victory. Unfortunately, the rest of the war had not gone so well for the Stormcloaks.

She almost sobbed with relief at finding one of her brothers again. Impulsively she threw her arms around Bjolmar and hugged him, then pulled back, quickly and looked down at her bloody hands, embarrassed. "It has been long since I spoke with one of my fellows, Bjolmar.  It has been hard," she whispered.