Ulfric Stormcloak

Using ChatGPT, I have tried my best to get you responses to the questions you asked Ulfric Stormcloak. I'll be giving semi-condensed versions below. A lot of your questions, unfortunately, violated ToS, and the bot caught it lol.

"No bitches?" @Bb4201

I'm sorry, I cannot provide a response to that question as it is disrespectful and inappropriate. If you have any serious questions related to the game or its characters, please feel free to ask them.

"What would your strategy for attacking the Thalmor be? It seems a little ridiculous to invade an Island nation with an excellent navy" @SPLUMBER

I believe in being proactive rather than reactive. We must gather our strength, build alliances with other provinces who share our beliefs, and strike at the Thalmor when they least expect it. I'm not opposed to unconventional tactics, such as espionage and sabotage, to weaken the Thalmor's grip on Skyrim and other provinces.

Invading an island nation with a strong navy would indeed be difficult, but we have to be willing to take risks and make sacrifices for the sake of our people's liberty. The war for our independence will not be easy, but with determination, perseverance, and the favor of the Divines, we will emerge victorious.

"Follow up question: What other provinces did you have in mind?"

"How do you reconcile your faith in Talos with the fact that you are fighting Talos's Empire?" @The Beautiful Princess Ashley

It's not a matter of choosing between Talos and the Empire, but rather a matter of defending our right to worship as we see fit.

In short, my fight is not against Talos or his teachings, but against the Empire's oppression and its betrayal of our people. I believe that by standing up for what is right, we can restore Talos worship to its rightful place in Skyrim and honor the legacy of our ancestors.

"Did you know your little rebellion play right into the Dominions plans to destroy the empire and enslave non mer and mer traitors?" @Lethal blade00

I would dispute that claim. The Empire's capitulation to the Dominion is a sign of weakness and a betrayal of the people of Skyrim. Our rebellion is not playing into the Dominion's plans, but rather taking a stand against their influence. We must fight to defend our homeland and our way of life, and not allow the Dominion to enslave our people.

"Ask him not to attack Whiterun. By doing so, he attacked a non-aggressor, doing the same imperialism which he blamed the empire for." @OmegaFramework

As Ulfric Stormcloak, I understand your concerns about the attack on Whiterun. However, I must remind you that our rebellion is fighting for the freedom and sovereignty of Skyrim, and we must take action against those who oppose our cause. While I understand that some may view our actions as imperialistic, we are fighting for our own self-determination and the right to govern ourselves without interference from outsiders. We do not wish to harm innocent civilians, but we cannot allow those who oppose us to go unchallenged. I will consider your request, but ultimately our actions must be guided by our commitment to the freedom and sovereignty of Skyrim.

"Ask him why he does not venerate Kyne and Shor, but is instead fighting for Talos." @Blademaster Jauffre

As Ulfric Stormcloak, I can explain that while I do not venerate Kyne and Shor in the same way as some Nords do, I do still honor and respect them as part of our cultural heritage. However, my fight for Talos is not just about veneration of a deity, but about preserving the values and traditions that Talos represents - such as strength, courage, and the ability to overcome adversity.

"To add onto that, ask him why he's fighting a civil war instead of using his soldiers to merely kill Justiciar patrols in Skyrim."

I would explain that while attacking Justiciar patrols may provide some temporary relief, it does not address the root of the problem - which is the Empire's capitulation to the Dominion's demands and the suppression of Talos worship. Our fight is not just about eliminating a few patrols or winning a minor battle, but about asserting our right to self-determination and defending our way of life against a powerful and oppressive enemy.

"Ask him why he mistreats the Dunmer and Argonian residents of Windhelm."

I would deny the claim that I mistreat the Dunmer and Argonian residents of Windhelm. While there may be some tensions and challenges in integrating different cultures into our society, we strive to treat all residents of Skyrim with respect and dignity. It is true that some may face discrimination or hardship due to their race, but this is not a policy that I condone or support. In fact, I have worked to improve conditions for all residents of Windhelm and make it a more prosperous and welcoming place for everyone.

"Source?" (Note: The bot has been known to make some shit up, idk if these are real quotes, or are manufactured)

Ulfric Stormcloak's dialogue:

• "I've made many changes since taking over as Jarl. The first thing was to rebuild the city's walls. We must be prepared for anything."

• "The Dark Elves are free to live in Windhelm, but you must abide by our laws. They live in the Gray Quarter. It's not the nicest place, but it's clean and safe."

• "We've driven the Empire out of Skyrim, and our lands are free once again. My father sacrificed everything to make that happen. We owe him a great debt."

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Galmar Stone-Fist's dialogue:

• "Our victory at Fort Sungard is due in no small part to your efforts. We've regained the Reach, and the treasury is ten thousand septims richer thanks to your work. Windhelm is flourishing, thanks to Ulfric's leadership."

Windhelm's in-game environment:

• The Gray Quarter, where many of the city's Dunmer residents live, is depicted as a rundown and impoverished area, but it is clean and safe, as Ulfric mentioned in his dialogue.

• The city features several new buildings and public facilities, such as the Palace of the Kings and the Candlehearth Hall, which were built after Ulfric took power.

• Several NPCs in the city mention that things have improved under Ulfric's leadership, such as Roggvir's father, who says, "Things have certainly changed since Ulfric's taken over. The city's... improved, in ways."

"Ask him how he intends to rebuild Skyrim before the next Great War inevitably breaks out."

Our priority is to secure our borders and prepare our people for the inevitable conflict with the Dominion. We will rebuild Skyrim by investing in our infrastructure and strengthening our economy. This includes repairing our roads and fortifications, expanding trade and commerce, and encouraging new settlement and development in our cities and towns.

"Ask him why he never bothered asking High King Torygg to declare independence."

I did not ask High King Torygg to declare independence because I believed he was too weak and too closely tied to the Empire to truly lead Skyrim to freedom. His death was not something I planned, but rather a tragic consequence of our political disagreements. However, I do not regret challenging him to a duel and defeating him. It was a traditional and honorable way for a true Nord leader to claim the throne, and it was my right as a Jarl to do so.

"Ask him why he has sent out assassins against Balgruuf, why his soldiers skirmish with Whiterun's forces, and why he has an army building up in Whiterun, when Whiterun is neutral."

I assure you that I have not personally ordered any assassins against Balgruuf or any other individuals in Whiterun. As for the skirmishes between our forces and those of Whiterun, it is regrettable but unavoidable. Whiterun's leadership has refused to take a side in this conflict, despite the fact that their continued loyalty to the Empire is a hindrance to our cause. It is our duty to ensure that our soldiers can move freely throughout Skyrim and protect our interests, including securing important strategic locations. I understand that our presence in Whiterun may be unsettling to some, but it is necessary for the greater good of Skyrim and our struggle for independence.

I've come into this question with discussions elsewhere, and I think whether he knew her as a Blade or Innkeeper matters a lot. Did they work together? Did she save him from the Thalmor at one point? Did he simply sleep at the Inn? Did he hang out with and have drinks with Ralof in the past? Did Ulfric know her when she was young before or even during the Great War somehow? Any thoughts or ideas?

Note: I understand why people who side with Ulfric sided with him...or least in most regards. Note: This is my opinion, so forgive me for my opinion and if I press my opion against you.

I believe that the Empire should win. Why? Well Ulfric decided to challenge the Empire over the fact that the Empire "betrayed" them (note: the Empire did have to break the treaty in order to not cause even more chaos but when the Thalmor found out, it resulted in the Empire having to arrest Ulfric even though the Empire had allowed the free worship of Talos. These actions made him later on challenge the Empire and Torygg.) and that the Empire "weakened" Skyrim. So what did Ulfric do, he went to the High King and instead of diplomacy and having a debate over the issues, he challenged Torygg and killed him with his thu'um. Ulfric also disliked the Empire because it had to sign a peace treaty that banned the worship of Talos. But again instead of diplomacy, Ulfric decided that he should fight the Thalmor by...starting a rebellion. Also the Thalmor had little to no dictatorship over Skyrim and didn't spy on the people who still worshiped Talos in private. Now, the Thalmor are a dime a dozen, arresting the people after Ulfric decided to throw a rebellion. Also, his plan to stop the Thalmor by doing an armed rebellion against the Imperials thus having them have their already weak military to go to Skyrim to deal with Ulfric instead of protecting the weakening Empire from the Thalmor or other threats. Also if Ulfric won then the Empire would be backed in a corner because if Skyrim is captured then The Empire can't retreat to it if they need to. Also Ulfric could have just sent a letter to the Empire expressing his concerns instead of doing a rebellion and riot.

Now yes, Ulfric does have valid points as well for it but I believe that Ulfric could done these actions(the rebellion and duel) as a last resort.

A lot of pro-Stormcloak players, and I believe multiple NPCs in the game, claim that the Stormcloak cause is partially focused on the idea of religious freedom. The freedom to worship whichever of the deities they want without the Thalmor-imposed White-Gold Concordat getting in the way.

However, there are a great deal of gods in The Elder Scrolls, and not all of them are Aedra. There is an entire culture that is based around venerating three of the Daedra; Dunmeri culture. The Argonians venerate the Hist Trees, though it isn’t out of the question that some may worship the Aedra or Daedra.

What do you you think is the likelihood that Ulfric would extend this freedom of religion to everyone? Or do you believe that he would be more likely restrict this only to the Nine? What sorts of consequences could Skyrim possibly face from either outcome should his rebellion-miraculously-emerge victorious? Discuss.

So the way I see it, no matter what at the end of the Civil War questline, you have taken over half of Skyrim including Whiterun, or defended Whiterun and taken over the remainder of Skyrim. This is where my idea that, even if you're on Ulfric's side, there should've been a moot at High Hrothgar where the new Jarl's voted for you to become the High King due to being the best warrior and leader in all of Skyrim. You were the deciding factor in the civil war, you're the Dragonborn, and the first Emperor was also a Dragonborn. After being voted to be High King, Ulfric should've gotten up, angrily, and challenged you to a duel. One that would be extremely easy since, you know, you're the Dragonborn.

It is my belief that no matter what, after the events of Skyrim, the Dragonborn became High King, or maybe even Emperor.

(This is before the official start of skyrim, as some thalmor that helped capture the stormcloaks decide to question the three (not yet) dragonborn)

Thalmor interrogator: I will only ask again. Who are you and why did you try to cross the border!

Jee-Kai Percles, a argonian stealth archer: I will say it once again then, I was crossing the border with my pals so they could go where they wanted. I am not a stormcloak, I don’t care about whether talos is a god. I just want my friends to get to the guilds they wanted to join.

Interrogator: what guilds exactly do you plan to try and join here then, argonian.

Jee-Kai: I don’t plan to join any. My orc friend, Grag Dusamakh, wishes to join the companions in whiterun. He wishes to fight alongside them, for Honor or something like that. The dummer, Darion Aretaai, is a aspiring mage, and wishes to join the mage guild in winterhold.

Interrogator: why are you with them then? They surely don’t need you to get to these guilds. Why are YOU here.

Jee-Kai: first, because they aren’t the brightest. Hence why I’m here talking to you about why we are innocent. Second, nothing wrong with making a few septims while my buddies have some fun.

Interrogator: Fine. We will see

The thalmor walks to a nearby captain, who watches the entire conversation

Interrogator: he spoke the truth. He is definitely hiding some goal, but he never lied during his conversation. What shall we do? Send them back over the border? Let them stay in Skyrim?

Thalmor captain: I know the look in his eyes. There is a lot more to the argonian then His tongue. Send him and his friends to Helgen. When historians write about the execution of Ulfric Stormcloak, none would care about three misfits

To be continued…

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Every Dunmer down in the Grey Quarter liked Christmas a lot.

But Ulfric, who lived just north of the Grey Quarter, did not.

Ulfric hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season. Now please don’t ask why no one quite knows the reason. It could be that his shoes were too tight. It could be that his head wasn’t screwed on just right. But I think the most likely reason of all was that his heart was too sizes too small.

But whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Dunmer. Staring down from the Palace of Kings with a sour Nord frown at the warm lighted windows below in their town. For the knew every Dunmer down in the Grey Quarter beneath was busy now, hanging a snowberry wreath.

“And they’re hanging their Bonemould Boots!” He snarled with a sneer. “Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!” Then he growled, with his Nord fingers nervously drumming, “I MUST find someway to stop Christmas from coming!” For tomorrow he knew…

…All the Dunmer girls and boys would wake bright and early. They’d rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That’s one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Dunmer, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they’d FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would feast on Netch Jelly, and rare Dunmer-roast-beast, which was something Ulfric couldn’t stand in the least!

And THEN, they’d do something he liked least of all! Every Dunmer down in the Grey Quarter, the tall and the small, would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing. They’d stand hand-in-hand. And the Dunmer would start singing! They’d sing! And they’d sing! AND they’d SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more Ulfric thought of this Dunmer-Christmas-sing, the more Ulfric thought, “I must stop this whole thing! Why for fifty-three years I’ve put up with it now! I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But how…?”

Then he got an idea! An awful idea! Ulfric got a WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

“I know just what to do!” Ulfric laughed in his throat, and he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled and clucked, “What a great Stormcloak trick! With this coat and this hat, I’ll look just like Saint Nick! All I need is a reindeer…” Ulfric looked around. But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old Stormcloak…? No! Ulfric simply said, “If I can’t find a reindeer, I’ll make one instead!” So he called his dog, Galmar. Then he took some red thread and he tied a big horn on the top of his head.

THEN He loaded some bags and some old empty sacks on a ramshackle sleigh and he hitched up old Galmar. Then Ulfric said, “Giddap!” And the sleigh started down towards the homes where the Dunmer lay a-snooze in their Quarter.

All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air. All the Dunmer were all dreaming sweet dreams without care when he came to the first little house on the square. “This is stop number one,” the old Ulfric Claus hissed and he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch. But if Santa could do it, so could Ulfric. He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue where all the little Bonemould boots hung in a row. “These boots,” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”

Then he slithered and slunk with a smile most unpleasant, around the whole room, and he took every present! Ebony bows! And Rocking-Netches! Azhidals Boots! Drums! Chessboards! Nix-Hounds! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then Ulfric, very nimbly, stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley! Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Dunmer’s feast! He took the Netch-Jelly! He took the roast-beast! He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash. Why that Ulfric even stole their last sweetroll!

Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. “And NOW!”, grinned Ulfric, “I will stuff up the tree!” And Ulfric grabbed the tree, and he started to shove when he heard a small sound the coo of a dove. He turned around fast, and he saw a small Dunmer, Little Maevalia-Mandato Dunmer, who had lived for two summers. Ulfric had been caught by this tiny Dunmer daughter, who had gotten out of bed for a cup of cold Sujammer. She stared at Ulfric and said, “Santy Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?”

But you know, that old Stormcloak was so smart and so slick he thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! “Why my sweet little Elf,” the fake Santy Claus lied, “There’s a light on this tree that won’t light on one side. So I’m taking it home to my workshop, my dear. I’ll fix it up there, then I’ll bring it back here.” And his fib fooled the child. The he patted her head and he got her a drink and sent her to bed. And when Maevalia-Mandato Dunmer went to bed with here cup, HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!

Then the last thing he took was the log for their fire! Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar. On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire. And the one speck of food that he left in the house, was a crumb that was even too small for a Skeever. Then he did the same thing to the other Dunmer’s houses, leaving crumbs much too small for the other Dunmer’s Skeevers!

It was a quarter past dawn…all the Dunmer, still a-bed, all the Dunmer, sill a-snooze when he packed up his sled, packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings! Seven-Thousand steps up! Up the side of High Hrothgar, he rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it! “And damn the Dunmer as well!” He was Ulfric-ly humming. “They’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming! They’re just waking up, I know just what they’ll do! Their mouths will hang open a minute or two then the Grey-Skins down in the Grey Quarter will all cry BOO-HOO!”

“That’s a noise,” grinned the Stormcloak, “that is imply MUST hear!” So he paused. And Ulfric put his hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low, and it started to grow. But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn’t be so! But it WAS merry! VERY! He stared down at the Grey Quarter! Ulfric popped his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every Dunmer down in the Grey Quarter, the tall and the small, was singing! Without any presents at all! He hadn’t stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And Ulfric, with his Nord feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!” And he puzzled three hours, ‘til his puzzler was sore. Then Ulfric thought of something he hadn’t before! “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”

And what happened then…? Well…in Windhelm they say that Ulfric’s small heart grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight, he whizzed with his load through the bright morning light! And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!

And he…

…HE HIMSELF…!

Ulfric Stormcloak carved the roast beast!

THE END

1) How does Tullius think Ulfric’s men would even make it that far into Imperial territory?

2) Why doesn’t it look like Karthwasten has been massacred and why does no one there mention it?

3) How can you massacre Karthwasten when there’s fucking nothing there to massacre? Seriously, it’s like 5 or 6 bums living in two shacks and a mine.

4) Even if he did massacre Karthwasten, who gives a flying shit? It’s so insignificant to the game that not even the Forsworn or the dragons care about it enough to attack it.

Recently I found myself really changing my mind on siding with the Stormcloaks personally. I can still justify it for roleplaying purposes, but as a side I find myself neutral or Empire leaning now.

What changed my mind was talking to fellow members here along with some advice from multiple different cultures and lessons of war. It is better to surrender and have another chance of victory then to die out. For a warrior culture like Skyrim, based off the Vikings, it makes sense how they would rather die with honor. Cyrodill is not Skyrim, but Rome, and they would rather live.

Ulfric has admittedly made some stupid prideful decisions. Do I believe he is xenophobic? Not really. Nationalist? Yes. Would things have been better if he asked High King Torygg to lead Skyrim away from the Empire? More likely yes. Still, he is prideful and racist or not, many of his people are. Not that any race doesn't have forms of bigotry in Skyrim. Still, the Legion has Rikke and Balgruuf, and although I hate Maven, she already runs the city anyway. I think I'll put up with Lord Cae- I mean General Tulius and the clueless but harmless widow turned Jarl my next playthrough.

There's a interesting parallel between the Skyrim civil war and the war of the gods in the merethic era.

Tullius, who represents the dragon, is intriguing to look at as a stand in for Auriel/Akatosh, and Ulfric as a stand in for Shor/Lorkhan. Tullius representing the armies of Cyrodill and the elves, and Ulfric representing the Nords and the antiquated traditions.

Akatosh is venerated and Lorkhan is pretty demonised. But you could also flip the script with Alduin and Talos. Alduin and Talos share similarities with Akatosh and Shor respectively. (Some even say Talos is Shor, and Alduin is Akatosh). In that scenario Akatosh would be the evil one and Shor the hero.

Personally however, I'm a Akatosh kinda guy. I love Tullius, Martin Septim, The Dragonborn, and the good High Elves. Alduin ain't really my cup of tea though.

Not a big fan of Ulfric, Talos, Pelinal, Wulfharth, and the Nords. They're pretty awful.

The Dragonborn having to pick between the two is a very interesting comparison to how you can follow your inborn Akatosh gifted nature, or stray from the path like Lorkhan did. (Probably where that stupid Shezarrine bs sprang up).

Plus, dragons are way cooler than snakes.

Chapter 1: Unbound

2 days later…

Orion woke up. He was in a cart. His hands were bound and the rest of his belongings were gone. All he had on were beggar’s rags. “Hey you, you're finally awake! You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial Ambush, same as us and that thief over there” Ralof told him. “Yes I remember now, Why am I here?” Orion asked him. “The Empire thought you were one of us, even though I told those Imperial Soldiers you weren’t with us but they just grabbed you” Ralof replied. “Damn you Stormcloaks, Skyrim was fine until you came along, the empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been halfway to hammerfell! You there you and me we shouldn’t be here! It’s these Stormcloaks the empire wants” The horse thief said. “We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now thief!” Ralof said to the horse thief. “Seems that way to the Empire” Orion said to Ralof. “Shut up back there!” The Imperial Soldier driving the cart barked at them. Lokir looked at the bound and gagged Ulfric Stormcloak that sat to the right of Orion and asked “And what’s wrong with him huh?” Ralof looked insulted and snapped “Watch your tongue! You’re Speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, The true High King!” Lokir was shocked as was Orion. Orion would’ve normally called Ulfric a traitor but now if he did then he’d be calling himself a traitor and a hypocrite as they were both prisoners of the Empire so he remained silent not knowing what to say.

The horse thief however was a bit more shocked than Orion. “Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the Rebellion. But if they’ve captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us?” He said with fear. “I don’t know where we’re going but Sovngarde awaits,” Ralof said. “Indeed, an eternity of meeting our ancestors, and feasting and mead.” Orion replied. The horse thief started to panic a little bit “no this can’t be happening this isn’t happening” he said. “Hey what village are you from horse thief?” Ralof asked him. “Why do you care?” Lokir replied. “A nord’s last thoughts should be of home.” As Ralof said this, Orion thought of his home in Bruma, how peaceful his life had been. Earning a name for himself by doing bounties for the count. Keeping out of trouble. And… his mother. Lokir was thinking of his home as well and he replied “Rorikstead… I’m I’m from Rorikstead.” Orion could see that they were approaching a town. An Imperial soldier standing on top of the gate said “General Tullius Sir, The Headsman is waiting!”. Tullius who was ahead of them responded “Good, let’s get this over with!”. Lokir started to panic even more and said “Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me!”. Orion made a prayer of his own “Mighty Talos, if you can hear me please spare my life, and even if this is supposed to be my death, then give my mother peace so she can live knowing that I can be in Sovngarde”. Ralof looked at him but said nothing and thought “This man must be a fellow Talos worshipper too.”

They then entered the town. Orion then saw General Tullius on his horse negotiating with… The Thalmor. Ralof looked at Tullius and remarked “Look at him, General Tullius, the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this”. Orion cursed the Thalmor then asked Ralof “Where are we anyways?”. Ralof, recognizing the town from his youth, replied “This is Helgen. I used to be sweet to a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.” “Same here, I always felt safe with the Empire, now that they are about to kill me, I’m unsure” Orion replied. Ralof looked at Orion and thought “There’s more to this man than meets the eye, perhaps later I can get to know him better”.

They then looked at a conversation between a boy and his father. The boy wanted to watch the soldiers but the father didn’t let him. “I guess the father doesn’t want his son to see what is about to happen,” Orion said. “I suppose that’s true, war can do terrible things to you if you aren’t ready” Ralof replied. Orion then saw more Imperial Soldiers gather around and saw a captain and a priest standing at the block. “Get these prisoners out of the carts! Move it!” She ordered. “Why are we stopping?” Lokir asked, a little shaken. “Why do you think? End of the line?” Ralof replied as the answer was quite obvious.

The Cart stopped and Ralof said to Orion “Let’s go, we shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us”. “Indeed, for if we delay our deaths, then what honor is there in that?” Orion replied as they got up and stepped out of the cart. Lokir however wasn’t as brave and said “No! Wait! We’re not rebels!”. Ralof replied with honor “Face your death with some courage, thief”. Lokir looked at Ralof and shouted “You’ve got to tell them we weren’t with you, this is a mistake!”. The Captain then ordered the prisoners “Step toward the block when we call your name. One at a time!” Ralof then said “Empire loves their damn lists!”. Hadvar then started calling out the names starting with Ulfric. “Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm” Hadvar called. Ulfric then proceeded to the execution area. Ralof then called out after Ulfric “It’s been an honor, Jarl Ulfric”. Hadvar then called out the next person to be executed, “Ralof of Riverwood”. Ralof then proceeded to the execution area. Hadvar then called out the next person to be executed, “Lokir of Rorikstead”. Lokir however was by now full on panicking as he shouted “No! I’m Not a rebel, you can’t do this!” and began to run away. The Imperial Captain ordered him to halt. Lokir responded with “you’re not going to kill me!”. The Captain then shouted “Archers!”. Then two Imperial Archers fired arrows at Lokir. They both hit and Lokir fell to the ground dead. “Anyone else feel like running?” She asked threateningly.

Hadvar then saw Orion and told him “Wait. You there. Step Forward”. Orion then walked up to Hadvar and the captain. Hadvar then asked “Who are you?” “I’m Orion Beo-Wulf”. Hadvar then saw that he was a Nord and told him “You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim Kinsman”. “Why? Because of the War?” Orion asked. “Yes,” Hadvar said. “Look! I wasn’t with the rebels. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I never intended any harm to anyone, I actually came here to Skyrim to join you and the Legion and help end this Civil War, you have to believe me!” Orion said. Hadvar was unsure where to go on this but he had this gut instinct that this man was telling the truth. “Captain, what should we do? He’s not on the list.” Hadvar asked just to make sure what he should do.

Orion hoped they would let him go as he strongly supported them and the idea of Skyrim remaining united with the Empire. The Captain however didn’t believe Orion and told Hadvar “Forget the list, he goes to the block.” Hadvar obeyed and responded “By your orders Captain.” “So” Orion said, “this is how the empire does things around here, by calling whoever the nine they like a traitor and killing them” Hadvar then with regret told Orion “I’m Sorry, At least you’ll die here in your homeland.” “Well at least you're reasonable,” Orion said. “Follow the captain prisoner,” Hadvar said as the captain walked toward the execution block.

Orion followed her and joined the rest of the rebels. He then saw Ulfric Stormcloak at the front as General Tullius was standing in front of him like a king is to his servant. He said “Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like The Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne.” Ulfric tried to say something but he was gagged so all everyone heard was a grunt. Tullius continued “You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace.” Then there was a distant roar distracting everyone. Orion didn’t know what it was. Hadvar was thinking the same thing and asked “What was that?” Tullius shrugged it off and said “It’s nothing, carry on.” “Yes, General Tullius!” The Captain said and then said to the Priest “Give them their last rites.” The Priest who Orion saw that she was a priest of Arkay then said "As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved-” “For the love of Talos! Shut up and let’s get this over with!” A Stormcloak soldier interrupted as he stepped up to the block. “As you wish,” the priestess said.

The Imperial Captain then walked up to the block. “Come on! I haven’t got all morning!” The Imperial Captain then nodded to the Imperial Headsmen and forced the Stormcloak to his knees and put his head on the block. The Stormcloak then mocked the Imperials by saying “My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?" The Headsmen then brought the axe down and beheaded the Stormcloak. Orion then saw one of the stormcloaks standing next to him insult “You Imperial Bastards!” He also heard two other citizens shout “Justice!” and “Death to the Stormcloaks!” Ralof however looked at the dead Stormcloak and said honorably “As fearless in death as he was in life.”

The Imperial Captain then shouted “Next the Nord in the Rags!” Orion knew she was referring to him. Then Orion heard that same distant roar from before. The roar distracted everyone else again as well and unsettled Orion and Hadvar even more. “There it is again, did you hear that?” Hadvar asked. “I said, Next Prisoner!” The Captain barked. “To the block prisoner, nice and easy, I’m sorry you got mixed up in this mess.” Hadvar said in a more comforting tone. “It’s not your fault,” Orion said as he stepped up to the block. He was then forced on his knees. “It’s all over, finally Sovngarde!” Orion thought to himself.

Just then he heard the roar for the third time and saw something moving through the air towards them. “What in Oblivion is that?!” Tullius shouted. “Sentries, what do you see?” The Captain asked. Then an Imperial Soldier said “it’s in the clouds!” as the thing landed on the tower behind them. “Dragon!” A stormcloak soldier shouted, panicking. Then the Dragon shouted something and then suddenly the sky was full of meteors. “Don’t just stand there! Kill that thing! Guards get the townspeople to safety!” General Tullius shouted as the Dragon then shouted again and killed the headsmen and forced Orion on the ground and back a few feet right as the headsman's axe was about to chop Orion’s head off. Orion then felt an arm grab him and helped him up. It was Ralof as he said “Hey Kinsman. Get up! Come on, the gods won’t give us another chance!”

Then he ran towards a tower behind them and said to Orion “This Way!” as Orion followed him inside. Inside he saw Ulfric and a few other stormcloaks who were all unbound. “Ralof, you’re alive! Thank Talos!” Ulfric said happy to see him. “Jarl Ulfric! What is that thing? Could the legends be true?” Ralof asked him. Ulfric replied “Legends don’t burn down villages!” then asked “Who is this?” not knowing who Orion was. Ralof explained “One of the other prisoners, the Empire thought he was with us.” Ulfric then recognized him as the man who wandered into the ambush and said to Orion “Well friend, I’d ask you to join the Rebellion, but we’re all too busy staying alive right now.” “Yes, and if that thing wasn’t there, I’d actually consider joining since the Empire basically ordered my execution.” Orion replied. The tower then shook a little bit and Ulfric shouted “we need to move now!” Ralof then told Orion “Up through the tower let’s go!” and they both went up the stairs. They then encountered some stones blocking the stairs and saw a stormcloak say “We just need to move some of these rocks to clear the way!” Then a part of the wall in the tower gave way as the Dragon broke through and breathed fire through the opening at the Stormcloak, killing him instantly. “Get back!” Ralof shouted as he and Orion backed away. Ralof then went to the open space and after looking at the dead Stormcloak with sorrow, told Orion “See that inn on the other side? Jump through the roof and keep going!” “Are you mad?!” Orion asked. “Go! We’ll follow when we can!”

Ralof said as he went back down the stairs to reunite with Ulfric and the other Stormcloaks.

Orion then saw that there was no other way and sprinted and jumped through the opening in the tower towards the inn. He landed in the upper room and then jumped down through a crack and exited the inn. Ralof meanwhile, went back down stairs and reunited with Ulfric and the other Stormcloaks and said to Ulfric “My Lord, our friend made the jump from here to the other side in the inn.” “Ralof, go you need to find a way out of here.” Ulfric said. “Jarl Ulfric, are you sure?” Ralof asked. “Yes, we’ll catch up when everyone’s recovered. Now go!” Ulfric replied. “Yes my Lord” Ralof said as he ran outside the tower to try to regroup with Orion.

As Orion made it out of the inn, he caught up with Hadvar, an old man and the boy from earlier talking to his dying father. “Haming, you need to get over here! Now!” Hadvar shouted. “Torolf, talk some sense into your kid! You need to get over here now!” The old man shouted. “Get up Papa! Get up!” Haming pleaded to his father Torolf. “I’m done for the little cub, go run for it!” Torolf replied. “What are you doing? Get off the road! Get off the road boy!” The old man shouted. Haming then ran over toward Hadvar and the old man. “That’s it son! Make me Proud!” Torolf said. “That a boy! You’re doing great” Hadvar encouraged. Then the dragon landed right in front of Torolf. “gods! everyone get back!” Hadvar shouted as they all ran back behind a burnt house. Then the dragon shouted and burnt Torolf to a large crisp. Haming stood there looking at his father’s dead body. “I’m sorry,” Orion told him.

Hadvar then saw Orion and said to him “Still alive Prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way!” Hadvar said. “Thank the Nine you’re here Hadvar!” Orion said. “We need to keep moving!” Hadvar said as he turned to the old man and told him “Gunnar! Take care of the boy! I need to find General Tullius and join the defense!” “gods guide you Hadvar!” Gunnar said to Hadvar. “Follow me Prisoner!” Hadvar said to Orion. “Right behind you!” Orion replied. They ran for some time before the Dragon swooped on a wall above them. “Stay Close to the wall!” Hadvar said as he and Orion stuck to the wall. The Dragon then shouted fire at an Imperial Soldier who died instantly. After a few more minutes of running both Hadvar and Orion found General Tullius along with other wounded citizens. Tullius, who realized they were fighting a battle with this Dragon he could not win, then saw Hadvar and told him “Hadvar! Into the keep soldier! We’re leaving!” “It’s you and me Prisoner! Stay close!” Hadvar told Orion. “Right behind you!” Orion said. They then made it to the keep where they saw that Ralof had caught up with them. Hadvar was furious “Ralof! You damned traitor! Out of my way!” He shouted. “We’re escaping Hadvar! You’re not stopping us this time!” Ralof replied in an equal tone. “Fine! I hope that Dragon takes you all to Sovngarde!” They then ran to separate entrances of the keep.

Orion then had to make a choice: To go with the one Imperial soldier who actually had reason and common sense and who knew he wasn’t a stormcloak. Or to go with one of his fellow prisoners whom they both have something in common and who also told the Imperials he wasn’t a Stormcloak. Orion had to make a choice quickly. “Ralof! Wait up!” Orion said as he ran to the middle entrance. Ralof then smiled humbly as he held the door open for Orion as they both left Hadvar to his fate and entered the keep together.

As they ran to the middle of the room, Ralof then looked down at one of his fallen Stormcloak and said sadly “We’ll meet again in Sovngarde brother.” “I’m sorry for your loss Ralof” Orion said. “He died honorably,” Ralof said. “Good. Are we the only ones left?” Orion asked. “Looks like we’re the only ones who made it.” Ralof replied. “What was that thing?” Orion asked. “That thing was a Dragon. No doubt. Just like the childrens’ stories and the legends. The Harbingers of the End Times.” Ralof replied. “The stories are true then? I’ve heard of the stories back in Bruma but only believed them to be myths.” Orion thought. “We’d better keep moving, come here. Let me see if I can get those bindings off.” Ralof told Orion. “Thank the Nine I came with you Ralof.” Orion said. “Well, you made that choice, my friend and you made the damn right one” Ralof replied as he took out a dagger and then cut off Orion’s bindings. “There you go, you may as well take Gunjar’s gear, he won’t be needing it anymore.” Ralof said. “Right,” Orion said as he took the armor and the axe. “Alright, get that armor on and give that axe a few swings. I’m going to see if I can find some way out of here.” Ralof said. “Right, you do that,” Orion said as he put on the Stormcloak armor and gave the axe a few practice swings. “Is that door a way out?” Orion asked. “This one’s locked, let’s see about that gate.” Ralof said as he went to the gate opposite the door. “Damn, no way to open this from our side.” Ralof said. “And there’s no other way out of here?” Orion asked. “No there’s no other way out of here that doesn’t lead back to that Dragon.” Ralof then replied.

They then heard a gate open and heard footsteps. It was the Imperial Captain that had ordered his execution along with another Imperial Soldier. “Come on Soldier! Keep moving!” She shouted as they ran towards them. “It’s the Imperials! Take Cover!” Ralof said. “No need to ask me twice” Orion replied as they hid on opposite sides behind the gate. “Get this gate open!” She ordered. The Imperial Soldier obeyed and pulled the chain and opened the gate and walked through. Orion then attacked the Captain while Ralof attacked the other Soldier leaving Orion to get his revenge. “It’s the escaped Prisoners! Soldier! Get them!” The Captain ordered. “Yes Ma’am!” The Soldier replied. “Die Imperial Scum!” Orion shouted as he killed the Captain. Ralof then made quick work of the other Soldier. “Serves her right eh?” Ralof said as they finished them off. “Indeed, for her brash decisions have declared me an enemy, and who am I to prove her wrong?” Orion replied. “Once we get out of here, I will definitely like to get to know this man better.” Ralof thought. “Now what?” Orion asked. “Maybe one of these Imperials had the key.” Ralof replied. Orion checked the Imperial Soldier’s body while Ralof checked the Imperial Captain’s body. “Nothing here. Any Luck?” Orion asked. “Here we are. Found a key. Let’s see if it opens that door.” Ralof said as he picked up a key from the Captain’s corpse. Orion followed Ralof to the other side of the room. Ralof tried the key on the door and it fit. “That’s it! Come on! Let’s get out of here before the Dragon brings the whole tower down on our heads!” Ralof said. “Right behind you!” Orion replied. Ralof went through the door and down a staircase and Orion followed close behind.

They then saw some Stormcloaks up ahead. “Some more Stormcloaks!” Orion said. But then the Dragon roared and the pathway ahead of them collapsed. Ralof ran up to the rubble and said “Damn, that Dragon doesn’t give up easily.” “Maybe we can get out through that door,” Orion said. “Worth a try, let’s go!” Ralof said. “Right behind you!” Orion replied. They then heard two voices in the room. They sounded like Imperials. “Grab everything important and let’s move!!! Dragon’s burning everything to the ground!” One ordered. “I just need to gather some more potions.” The other said. “Freedom or Sovngarde!” Orion shouted as he attacked one of the Imperials. “Stormcloaks! Get them!” The first Imperial ordered. Ralof attacked the other Imperial. It wasn’t long before they both were dead. “Better think twice before executing an innocent man!” Orion shouted. “A storeroom, see if you can find some potions, we’ll need them.” Ralof said. Orion looked around the room and found a few potions in a barrel and some other potions on a shelf. “I found these, they will definitely come in handy” Orion said. “Done? Let’s get moving.” Ralof replied as he opened a door and continued down deeper into the keep.

They soon reached another room. “Trolls blood! It’s a torture room!” Ralof said. “By the Nine! The Empire ought to at least show a little respect for their Prisoners!” Orion replied. Orion and Ralof then saw a torturer and his assistant torturing two Stormcloaks. Orion attacked the torturer while Ralof attacked the assistant. “Stormcloaks! Get them!” The Torturer ordered his assistant. Orion sliced off the head of the torturer while Ralof killed the other. They saved both of the Stormcloaks. “Thank Talos you two showed up. Thank you for helping us,” one of the Stormcloaks said. “No need to thank us, we’re just looking out for each other,” Orion replied. “Was Jarl Ulfric with you?” Ralof asked. “No, I haven’t seen him since the Dragon showed up.” The other Stormcloak replied. “We’d best stick together in case we run into more Imperials.” the first Stormcloak said. “Of course, the more the merrier.” Orion said. “Wait a second… Looks like there’s something in this cage.” Ralof said as he ran up to one of the cages. “What’s inside?” Orion asked. “Ah, it’s locked. See if you can get it open with some picks. We’ll need that gold once we get out.” Ralof told Orion as he handed Orion a set of 12 lockpicks. “Thanks Ralof,” Orion said as he started to unlock the cage. He got it open and found a dead mage along with some Septims, some more potions, and a spell tome for lightning.

Orion then ran and caught up with Ralof and the others. “Found these in the cage,” Orion said as he showed him the items he found. “Why don’t you keep them, you need more than I do, come on we should keep moving” Ralof said. “Right, let’s go, come on guys” Orion told the other two Stormcloaks. As they moved deeper into the fort, they heard more Imperial Soldiers. “Orders are to wait here until General Tullius arrives,” One said. “I’m not waiting to be killed by a Dragon, we need to fall back!” Another Imperial pleaded. Orion then attacked the Imperials on the high path while Ralof and the other two Stormcloaks attacked the other Imperials. They made quick work of them. “Let’s go on ahead, see if the way is clear,” Ralof said. “We’ll keep watch here in case Ulfric comes through. May Talos guide the both of you,” The Female Stormcloak said. “Thank you, may Talos guide you as well.” Orion replied.

Orion and Ralof then encountered a drawbridge. “Let’s see where this goes.” Ralof said as he pulled the lever. “Right, Let’s go!” Orion said as he followed Ralof across the bridge. Once they both reached the other side, the Dragon roared once more and a huge boulder fell and crushed the bridge, preventing them from going back. “No going back that way now. We better push on, the rest of them will have to find another way out.” Ralof said. They went deeper into the cave until they reached a dead end. Hmmm “That doesn’t go anywhere.” Ralof said. “I just saw another path back there.” Orion said. “Good idea. I guess we’d better try this way.” Ralof said as he took the path. Orion followed him. They then encountered a Spider’s Nest with many Frostbite Spiders. “Why in the Nine Divines are these things in Helgen?!” Orion said to himself as he attacked them. Ralof reading his thoughts responded “Well knowing the Empire, they probably let these things live.” They then killed them all. “I hate those damn things. Too many eyes you know?” Ralof said. “I swear, those things gave me nightm “Let’s keep moving!” Ralof said as he continued on.

Orion followed him deeper into the cave. Ralof then crouched. “Hold up, there’s a bear just ahead. See her?” “Yes, be ready for a fight.” Orion said. “I’d rather not tangle with her. We might be able to sneak by. Just take it nice and slow and watch where you step. Or if you’re feeling lucky, you can take this bow. Might take her by surprise.” Ralof said, handing Orion a bow. “Go ahead. I’ll follow your lead and watch your back.” Ralof said. “Right, let’s go,” Orion said, crouching and beginning to sneak. Ralof followed him. The bear then woke up. Orion and Ralof quickly continued sneaking. The bear then fell back asleep. “Whew. That was close,” Ralof said. “I thought we were goners,” Orion said. “Yes, it seems the Nine are favoring us today.” Ralof said. They then saw the exit to the cave up ahead. “That looks like the way out. I knew we’d make it!” Ralof said. “Thank the Nine! I thought we were going to be stuck here forever!” Orion said. They then exited the cave into the open daylight.

Since the game release i always sided with stormcloaks, but recently a friend of mine said i'm a monster, and suddenly after 9 years e realised that ulfric is pretty racist (towards argonians and dunmer for example) wich is funny cause i never really played much of these races though, but i still can't stand the ideia that the empire banished the worship of talos. AND ON TOP OF THAT there's the freaking altmers just waiting for this civil war to end and skyrim becomes weak so they can attack, and that was actually one of the reasons i believed in the stormcloacks, since hammerfell also left the empire and was able to potect itself from the thalmor. in the end my opnion is: THE EMPIRE IS SHIT, ULFRIC HIMSELF IS WORSE. HOWEVER THE CAUSE THAT STORMCLOACKS FIGHT FOR IS JUSTIFIED. what's your opinion?

For me, It would have to be the War of the Roses in England during the late 1400's. A long drawn out civil war that has two parties fighting for the the throne of England (In the same way Elisif and Ulfric are fighting for the throne of Skyrim).

Elisif=Richard III

Ulfric=Henry VII

My guess is around 20 or 30 years. How could someone hold a grudge for that long? Nord Stubbornness I suppose.

In the land of Skyrim there is a Hero known by many names including "Bear of Markath" "High King" amongst others. But to most he is known simply as "Ulfric Stormcloak"

To the Imperials hes a murder

To the Thalmor hes simply an asset

To the Dunmer hes the reason they are constantly mistreated

But to me he will always be... my master, my hero, my savior, my friend, and above all else, my High King

At the end of the Stormcloak civil war quest line, Elisif ends up agreeing to swear fealty to the Stormcloaks and in return, she is allowed to remain Jarl of Solitude but surely Ulfric would've had a backup plan in case she refused to swear fealty.

My guess is that Bryling would've replaced her, she's an influential citizen (hence she's a Thane), she strongly values honour and tradition and she's the only member of Elisif's court to refuse to condemn the Stormcloaks during the war.

What do you think would happen?

Windhelm, 1st of Heartfire 4th Era 202

Ulfric Stormcloak fanilly takes his place on the Throne of High King. But just as he sits down, Galmor Stone-Fist comes running in.

Ulfric: "Galmor, what's wrong?"

Galmor: "Imperials... Cross... Border... Invading."

Ulfric: "It doesn't surprise me that those Milk Drinkers are trying to take back Skyrim. Why don't we send the Dragonborn to stop them?"

Galmor: "He's been missing for ever. Some say he went to Solstiem and read a magical book that took him to a Daedric Realm. Others say Akatosh did something to him. Either way we can't send him to fight the Imperials"

Ulfric: "Hmmm well just have to stop them are self's. But I fear we won't be able to."

Galmor: "The only way to drive them back out is to drive us in"

Ulfric: "Uh.... What?"

Galmor: "I'm saying we will have to invade Cyrodiil."

Ulfric: "Hmmm, its going to be tuff but perhaps we can do it"

To be continued....