A New Age: Book 1, Chapter 1, Skyrim

• Posted by Wolf April 16, 2013 - 963 views

  Darkness hung over the great and ancient city of Windhelm and snow fell lightly down onto the old gray stones that made up its streets and buildings.  All was silent in the new capital of Skyrim.

  After the Stormcloaks defeated the Imperials and drove them out of the province the hero of the war and Skyrim's new High King, Ulfric Stormcloak, had declared that the city would once more be the capital of Skyrim like it had many ages before.

  The Palace of Kings stood tall over the rest of Windhelm, it was there that Ulfric Stormcloak was now, feasting off the grand food that a High King was accustomed to.  The High King dinned with friends, nobles, and his chief war officers.  Discussions took place about various topics.  Some were matters that the High King took great interest in and the discussion went on for some time while others were matters that the High King simply just did not care about and the subject was dropped quickly.

  "My Lord," one of the nobles began.  "the elves of the Gray Quarter have been complaining again.  They have been asking if you would be more charitable towards them now that the war is over."  The noble grins as he knows how Ulfric would react to the comment.

  "Those damn elves are never satisfied are they?"  He asks no one in particular.  "Tell them that I'll start being more charitable to them when they start proving their worth to me and the rest of the city."

  The hall is filled with noise as the guests laugh at Ulfric's comment.  Ulfric picked up a goblet with fresh Black-Briar mead in it.  He took a big swig of it and swallowed. He slammed the near empty goblet down on the table, left over mead sloshed out of the goblet.

  "Now that's good mead." Ulfric said with content.  Suddenly Ulfric began to cough loudly.  The guests at the table looked at him in concern.  Ulfric continued coughing, he spit up blood as he coughed.  He fell backwards onto the ground hard.  Galmar Stone-Fist and Ulfric's steward Jorleif ran over to him.

  Ulfric started choking on his blood but managed to whisper, "Galmar, i've been poisoned, get the alchemist!"

  "Im on it!" Galmar said and he left ulfrics side and ran out the doors of the palace.  Ulfric looked at his steward and grabbed his shirt to bring him closer.

  "I'm dying old friend." Ulfric whispered into his ear

  "Don't say that Ulfric, we'll get a cure" the steward said nervously.

  "No, my time has come.  But I need one last favor to ask you old friend."  Ulfric whispered as he gasped for air.

  "What is it my Lord?" Jorleif asked

  "Find my brother..." he whispered. "And my... Son."  he was barely able to speak as he continued struggling for air.  "He will be the king that I could have never been."

  And then, Ulfric Stormcloak was gone.