User:Lonesome Courier/Forge World

Palace of the Kings, 4E 202

(Skipping ahead to the end of Message to Whiterun)

Darius Stormblade II, the Archmage of Winterhold and the Last Dragonborn, walked into the Palace of the Kings, Ulfric's axe in hand.

"Ulfric's not going to like this."Korgrav shook his head.

"I think Ulfric was hoping not to take Whiterun by force, but apparently he's gonna have to." Darius stated.

At that moment, Ulfric exited the war room. "You have news from Whiterun?"

Darius nodded, holding up the axe, "Jarl Balgruuf turned down your offer."

"Here we go..."Korgrav mumbled with a slight smile. As much as it was wrong in many ways, He reveled in blood and battle. It's what he lived for. Whiterun promised this and more.

Ulfric sighed. "Then I was wrong about him." The rebel leader gestured for Darius and Korgrav to follow him.

Galmar was waiting for them at the table. Ulfric sighed. "You were right Galmar."

Galmar smirked. "Again?"

Ulfric put his hands on the table. "I'm in no mood to joke."

Galmar nodded. "Give the word, my lord, and Whiterun is yours."

The jarl stared down at the table. "Whiterun is only a means to an end."

Galmar reassured him. "I've toured our camps. We're ready, Ulfric... Whenever you are."

Ulfric pinched his nose. "Is any man ever ready to give the order that will mean the deaths of many."

Galmar cleared his throat, ready to deliver a speech. "No. But neither is every man able to give that order when he must. But you are that man, Ulfric. You've been that man before, and you'll be him again. And these men and women - they call themselves Stormcloaks because they believe in you... They're the meanest, toughest sons of bitches Skyrim has to offer. And they want this. They want this as much as you do. Perhaps they want it more."

Ulfric looked at his old friend. "You're certain we're ready? Whiterun's army will no doubt be bolstered with Legionnaires. And those walls around Whiterun are old, but they still stand."

Galmar smiled. "We're ready. And I might be old myself, but I'll kick those damn walls down with my bare feet! - if you would only ask me to do it!"

Ulfric thought for a moment. "And I'm sure you could do it, too. Alright. This is it."

Galmar grinned. "Yes!"

Ulfric then delivered his next words carefully. "Send the word. "A new day is dawning and the sun rises over Whiterun.""

Galmar nodded, "Aye, and the sons of Skyrim will greet that dawn teeth and swords flashing."

"With teeth for certain..."Korgrav grinned.

"So it begins." Darius stated.

Ulfric turned to the two of them. "I need you at our camp in Whiterun. The Empire must not have a foothold there."

"Yes Sir."Korgrav smiled enthusiastically.

Darius grinned. "My squad of Battlemages will meet us there."

Whiterun Siege Camp, 5th of Evening Star, 4E 202

As dawn caressed the Jerall Mountains, Darius was overlooking the battlefield.

Korgrav came behind Darius and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"I know you've made friends in there, but none of them will look at you that way anymore."Korgrav stated.

"I know the sacrifices I had to make." Darius stated.

"You know Your brothers in arms will be here for you."Korgrav smiled.

"And all heard the music of Alduin's doom, that sweet song of Skyrim, Sky shattering Thu'um! They will be, indeed." Darius stated.