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@ask-ulfric-stormcloak
HELLO HELLO CITIZENS OF SKYRIM, AND TAMRIEL! I FOUND THIS MAGICAL COMMUNICATIONS THING AND IT ACTIVELY ENCOURAGES ME TO YELL INTO IT SO YOU CAN ALL HEAR ME, I HOPE THIS GETS THROUGH AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS LOUD ENOUGH, I WELCOME YOUR QUESTIONS!
You can speak into the.. thing at a normal volume. The author lied to you. It works perfectly fine if you don't scream at it.
None of my accounts will be active from July 14th - July 16th OR July 17th.
I have already stopped answering asks and updating my TESblr blogs for a few days, because (to put it in plain terms so i don't dox myself) my mother is going on a brief trip for a family member.
Meaning that from the 14th to the 16th, it's going to be just me and my father at home, along with my siblings. I have been sick to my stomach about this weeks prior.
My father does not fucking know how to take care of children, let alone his disabled children, let alone for three straight days with no backup from my mother who will be in an entirely different fucking country because my parents are fucking idiots who make this same stupid mistake every year.
So basically it'll be all hands on deck from me and my brother. Inevitable subjection to the worst of our father for three. days. solid.
I don't even know if I'm going to survive, quite frankly. My exams have bled me dry, and now this feels like the nail in an overdue coffin. 2026 has not been kind to me. My life has not been kind in general, but if any year pushes me over the edge it's this one.
If I post at all, I might reblog a couple things or vent, but it's highly unlikely and possibly dangerous for me to do so.
Thank you for your time.
(He's wrong. He's wrong. It's not true. What the fuck is happening??? It's not true, he's alive, he has to be alive, it's not true.)
(Ulfric tossed and turned, sleeping about as well as a bear trapped in a cage. His heart and soul were plaguing him, his systems of logic fighting wars and his stomach throwing a rebellion.)
(It had to be a lie. There's no way some random guard would be the only person talking about it. Some asshole who lied about a murder, Marcus is fine. He survived his old wound, he'd survive this one, right? Right?)
(Shit, don't think about it, stop thinking about it! Just go the fuck to sleep, pull yourself together! You're a damn Stormcloak, you've faced worse than this!!)
(Is someone there?)
-exactly. It's just.. it's gutwrenching news, obviously.
(Two guards walked down into the dungeons. One of them Ulfric recognised as the guard who lied.)
Of course. I mean, you'd have sworn their bond was tighter than ever. I'd heard they were engaged beforehand. They had a daughter, for Divines' sake. Do you know why he did it?
Allegedly. We can't talk like it isn't alleged before a proper trial. But greed makes a man do many things. Perhaps the General owed something to him that-
What are you talking about?!
Nothing concerning you. If you wouldn't mind piping down, this is a night shift.
Surprised you're even awake.
How could I be?? After everything?? After he- he's not dead. You're trying to scare me, trying to convince me that he's gone so I'll go along with your plan and-
(The guard who lied drew his sword.)
You want to attract any more attention? I suggest staying quiet.
Or what?
I'll cut out your throat. But my contact wants you alive, and the people love you too much.. so..
(He sighed, sheathing his weapon.)
..it might be better to leave you alive to mourn, hmm? If you really deserve to, I mean..
..he did stab the guy. Each tear's blasphemy, if you ask me. Traitor on both ends.
..indeed. Well, I'll leave you. The trial's in a week.
What?! No, you- he's alive!!! Marcus is alive..
...
(Ulfric screamed, whipping round and punching the wall as if it would just crumble away and let him go, let him go, LET ME GO!!!!!!)
(He curled up on his bed again, hyperventilations cut apart by sobs, poorly clasping his hands together in futile prayer.)
(An Imperial Courier walked nervously into the Palace of Kings. The guards were in varying states of panic, Brunwulf Free-Winter had taken temporary ownership of the throne, and Galmar Stone-Fist was staring frightfully at the map on the war table, much the same way General Tullius always seemed to.)
I have a letter for.. he's still not here, is he?
(Galmar lifted his head from its slouch over the map. His eyes, bagged and half-lidded, told the whole story.)
No. Absolutely nowhere. I assume it's another letter from-
Marcus, yes.
Wonderful.. I assume he knows as little as I do?
Yes, sir. He doesn't know where Ulfric is either.
Why does he keep sending letters then?
No idea.
(sigh).. we've searched all of Eastmarch and haven't found him. I'm.. starting to suspect foul play. Hold there for a moment.
(He took the letter from the courier and placed it in a small box. Several other letters were present, all with the Empire's insignia on it. Galmar took a pen and parchment and wrote briefly.)
Take this back to the Genetal. Do what you must. Dismissed.
(Interrogation is searing. The cell is cold.)
I don't know what you want from me. I didn't do it, I didn't do it, why are you trying to frame me??
(Oh, Jarl..)
For what? When you just waltzed up to the General's bedroom, and the next time anyone saw you he was bleeding from his stomach?
I told you over and over again what happened.
(The world is watching you.)
And I'm telling you over and over again that nobody fucking believes your shitty story.
What did Marcus tell you?
(The guard went silent. He leaned back and thought for a moment, ruminating on an impulse to wound.)
Well? What did he tell you?
Nothing important. Vague mumbling about voices.
Voices. Like the gree- like what attacked us?? So I was right.
The General was merely experiencing hallucinations from excessive blood loss.
No he wasn't!! He saw it, I saw it!!!
(The eye of the beholder was stolen.)
Ulfric. You understand the charges at play, yes?
Solitude's court favours me, you're just a guard. Just an oar in their fleet. You're nothing compared to what they know of me.
(Favour is brittle.)
Just a guard, Ulfric?
One man cannot convince the court to convict me of attempted murder.
True.. true..
I- what?
No, you're right. Attempted murder, no.. no.. murder on the other hand..
(Ulfric's breathing stopped.)
M-murder?
You killed him. He's dead. Has been for a few days.
(Was there a ringing in the air?)
..you're bluffing.. he.. he's alive.
Why would I bluff? And to you?
He's alive.
(Or something screaming miles away?)
A reopened wound has high chance of infection.
He's alive.
(Screaming, "No, I beg, it's not true, it's not true!!")
Internal bleeding.. bleeding through the mouth..
Stop it.
(You can't silence it no matter what you do.)
You've outdone yourself.
Stop talking!!
(It's baked into you. Pressed into you.)
Murderer.
I'll do it.
(You poor fool.)
Do what?
I'll kill you..!!
Try me, basta-
RO DA- ARGH!!
(The Shout is interrupted, and flung back towards Ulfric at speed, slamming him back-first into the wall and breaking the furniture that slammed there with him. Opening his eyes to see splinters and blood, a green glittering wall between him and the guard emerged, then disappeared.)
I trained as a Battlemage for a time. Rather unique spells for.. blocking Shouts.
..you..
Nobody can save you now. So now you're going to answer me, or it'll be more than Marcus meeting a bloody end.
What happened that night?
(Liars, liars, under stone and under oath of insistent death. False death, true death, beyond death, create death, puppeteered by matterless form.)
(Will the lights go out on you? I wonder, I wonder.)
Own a musket for home defense, since that's what Akatosh intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What in oblivion?" As I grab my powdered wig and Skyrim rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first mer, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second mer, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two mer in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off horse stable alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the guards to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as Akatosh intended.
Might be useful to break out of the castle..
"Who are you talking to in there?"
..myself.
I told you what I saw. I'm telling the goddamned truth, why aren't you listening to me???
Because you're lying to me! Green voice?? This shit is insane!! Either you're finally succumbing to madness, or covering for your pathetic crime.
What 'crime'?
Murder, you idiot. Attempted murder.
You want to tell me.. to my own face.. that I wanted to murder MARCUS???
The things a man will do for power are intense.
I wouldn't dare. You know I wouldn't dare. I RAISED A DAMN CHILD WITH THAT MAN, DON'T EVEN BEGIN TO-
Your damn child's dead, and she's been dead for months. Get over it.
..one does not 'get over' his daughter.
Your instability is only helping my case. I knew you were trouble the moment the General started batting his stubborn little eyelashes. And now look what's happened.
I. Am not. A murderer.
You killed Torygg, you'd kill Marcus.
Those were different circumstances. Please, I beg you. Let me see him. I need to know he's okay, I need to know he's alive. I'm not a murderer. I'M NOT A MURDERER. HE'S REAL, HE IS REAL, I KNOW IT!!!
Prove it.
What?
PROVE IT!!! Prove it beyond your own words!!
(Ulfric fell silent.)
I'm placing you under arrest, Stormcloak. If what you say is true, and you are innocent, then you have nothing to fear.
No. No, I won't- WHERE IS HE?? WHERE'S MARCUS???
(The guard intended a rebuttal, but backed out of at least that. He turned and slammed the door behind him, plunging the Jarl into darkness.)
Marcus? What's going on? What's this 'second act'? What's happening?
@ask-ulfric-stormcloak
I don't know. Grinch McSadist came over all smug and mumbled some shit about.. uhm..
..the regular shit he mumbles about. I sent out scouts to investigate a weather incident in the nearby woods and he strangled the lot of them.
G- Grinch McSadist? Is that his name now?
Haha, it's a good one. But that aside.. if he's strangling in the woods he's got to be hiding something there. Trying to keep us distracted while he sets something up.
Nothing's been happening in Eastmarch, as far as I'm aware. He mostly leaves me alone.
I had a similar thought. He mostly messes around with me, even since Solitude, he..
(Marcus had to stop himself. Something scalded his mind. He composed himself with shaky breath.)
..he's been whispering. Complaining. The usual stuff, though he's been more.. exhausted lately. Like something's siphoning him up.
Hmm. I wouldn't be surprised of his exhaustion.. but then how has he returned as aggressively as to murder your men? It wasn't that way last time, he was more.. subtle? Dare I say?
Perhaps he's desperate. I haven't heard much from his lackeys either. Not his Narrator or the Daedra he's puppeting.
I'd send out more scouts.. but you know how powerful he is. We can't risk-
Having fun?
What?! You- you heard us??
But of course. I got tired of watching you two be sensible so fast.. you're just not as fun when you're stable and rational.
"Not as fun"? Is this a game to you?! You've taken enough from me, you grass-assed bastard!!
Someone's still mourning..
(Ulfric reached for his sword, but a hand grabbed and brandished it against his throat before he had the chance.)
..wh.. what? How?!
I have my ways with swords. Marcus remembers, I'm sure..
(Marcus's left eye twitches.)
Don't you dare.
Did Ulfric ever hear about that? I think he was supposed to.. I don't know if I ever got around to it..
Marcus, what is he talking about?
Have either of you heard of this spell I was working on?
It's called 'Reopen Wounds'. A bit of flesh magic.
(Marcus hesitated to arm himself. His eyes widened, breath stilled like a stalked deer.)
It's awfully fun to use.
..don't do it-
AGH!!!
(Hands flew from nowhere and nothing, pinning both men to seperate walls. A gag, out of even further away from basis in the mind, appeared and-)
-shut that Jarl clean up.
Now we can talk appropriately, Marcus.
(Ulfric writhed and panicked against the wall, as a body took shape in the room. New only to Ulfric, a green glowing silhouette with eyes obstructed by white glasses, arms spiralling out of his hair.)
(Marcus froze.)
(Green stood calm, observing.)
Here becomes my lab.
Might you give me a few minutes? Pause and remember a few things..
..Marcus?
(Marcus stayed silent, sick to his stomach with fear. Green merely acknowledged, and nodded in approval.)
(Ulfric kept watching, kept fighting the urge to hold back all of his breathing as if he were awaiting an axe.)
(Green was referencing something.. something about swords.. and Marcus.. something about a war? Or the Legion? Or perhaps..)
(..no.. it couldn't be..)
Hmm.. oh, no.. I remember..
Your ex-poisoner and his cat catboy snitched on me and closed that wound.
Funny I mention that..
..no. I didn't do it. It wasn't me, I'm not- I- I don't want to-
Kill yourself? Yeah, yeah.. heard it before. I know you don't, but here's the thing.. reality is in the eye of the beholder. I needed the guard to lose their shit, Ulfric in panic, questions from leaders aplenty of your stability..
AND THE DAMN CAT RUINED IT!!!
So. Why not a round two?
No. No. NO. NO!!!! YOU MADE ME DO IT!!!
And I'll make you do it again until you behave.
N-no..
Now what was that spell again.. hmm.. hmmmm.. ah, yes.
(Green reached out and placed his hand over the restrained Marcus's stomach, running a finger right over a scar.)
(A stab of light, and a whip-cracking sound, and Marcus was dropped from the wall. He stumbled, and looked down at his stomach. Blood. And searing pain. He doubled over, and crashed onto the ground, the old injury fresh as the nightmares he'd suffered about it since.)
(As Marcus crashed down onto the ground, a puddle already taking shape beneath him, Ulfric was dropped and sprinted over to his side, screaming his name.)
Hmmph.
MARCUS!! Marcus, can you hear me? Talk, say something..
..agh.. I'm.. f-fine..
(He was trembling, breathing like fire had engulfed him, and blood shot down his stomach and painted his legs a deep scarlet.)
(Ulfric sat the shaking man up in haste and panic, pressing his hands hard onto the wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.)
(He half forgot there were guards who might hear until now.)
I- guards!! GUARDS!! MURDER!!! I NEED A HEALER!!!!!
What?! Damn it, I forgot about-
SOMEONE GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!!!!!!!
Shit!!
(Green fizzled out of sight just as the door cracked open.)
(Guards rushed in, swords brandished and leaping into what they thought was war.)
..good evening..
By the gods.. General, what happened??
..green..
What.. what's 'green'? Ulfric, is he hallucinating? How much blood has he lost?
Fuck hallucinations!! Get some fucking healers up here!! Anything?!
I.. yes, sir.
This shit is real. It's real, I beg!!
(Marcus falling limp against him tore Ulfric's heart out of his body, for the briefest of moments until he heard a shaky inhalation.)
..Marcus..
Marcus? What's going on? What's this 'second act'? What's happening?
@ask-ulfric-stormcloak
I don't know. Grinch McSadist came over all smug and mumbled some shit about.. uhm..
..the regular shit he mumbles about. I sent out scouts to investigate a weather incident in the nearby woods and he strangled the lot of them.
G- Grinch McSadist? Is that his name now?
Haha, it's a good one. But that aside.. if he's strangling in the woods he's got to be hiding something there. Trying to keep us distracted while he sets something up.
Nothing's been happening in Eastmarch, as far as I'm aware. He mostly leaves me alone.
I had a similar thought. He mostly messes around with me, even since Solitude, he..
(Marcus had to stop himself. Something scalded his mind. He composed himself with shaky breath.)
..he's been whispering. Complaining. The usual stuff, though he's been more.. exhausted lately. Like something's siphoning him up.
Hmm. I wouldn't be surprised of his exhaustion.. but then how has he returned as aggressively as to murder your men? It wasn't that way last time, he was more.. subtle? Dare I say?
Perhaps he's desperate. I haven't heard much from his lackeys either. Not his Narrator or the Daedra he's puppeting.
I'd send out more scouts.. but you know how powerful he is. We can't risk-
Having fun?
What?! You- you heard us??
But of course. I got tired of watching you two be sensible so fast.. you're just not as fun when you're stable and rational.
"Not as fun"? Is this a game to you?! You've taken enough from me, you grass-assed bastard!!
Someone's still mourning..
(Ulfric reached for his sword, but a hand grabbed and brandished it against his throat before he had the chance.)
..wh.. what? How?!
I have my ways with swords. Marcus remembers, I'm sure..
(Marcus's left eye twitches.)
Don't you dare.
Did Ulfric ever hear about that? I think he was supposed to.. I don't know if I ever got around to it..
Marcus, what is he talking about?
Have either of you heard of this spell I was working on?
It's called 'Reopen Wounds'. A bit of flesh magic.
(Marcus hesitated to arm himself. His eyes widened, breath stilled like a stalked deer.)
It's awfully fun to use.
..don't do it-
AGH!!!
(Hands flew from nowhere and nothing, pinning both men to seperate walls. A gag, out of even further away from basis in the mind, appeared and-)
-shut that Jarl clean up.
Now we can talk appropriately, Marcus.
(Ulfric writhed and panicked against the wall, as a body took shape in the room. New only to Ulfric, a green glowing silhouette with eyes obstructed by white glasses, arms spiralling out of his hair.)
(Marcus froze.)
(Green stood calm, observing.)
Here becomes my lab.
Might you give me a few minutes? Pause and remember a few things..
..Marcus?
(Marcus stayed silent, sick to his stomach with fear. Green merely acknowledged, and nodded in approval.)
(Ulfric kept watching, kept fighting the urge to hold back all of his breathing as if he were awaiting an axe.)
(Green was referencing something.. something about swords.. and Marcus.. something about a war? Or the Legion? Or perhaps..)
(..no.. it couldn't be..)
Hmm.. oh, no.. I remember..
Your ex-poisoner and his cat catboy snitched on me and closed that wound.
Funny I mention that..
..no. I didn't do it. It wasn't me, I'm not- I- I don't want to-
Kill yourself? Yeah, yeah.. heard it before. I know you don't, but here's the thing.. reality is in the eye of the beholder. I needed the guard to lose their shit, Ulfric in panic, questions from leaders aplenty of your stability..
AND THE DAMN CAT RUINED IT!!!
So. Why not a round two?
No. No. NO. NO!!!! YOU MADE ME DO IT!!!
And I'll make you do it again until you behave.
N-no..
Now what was that spell again.. hmm.. hmmmm.. ah, yes.
(Green reached out and placed his hand over the restrained Marcus's stomach, running a finger right over a scar.)
(A stab of light, and a whip-cracking sound, and Marcus was dropped from the wall. He stumbled, and looked down at his stomach. Blood. And searing pain. He doubled over, and crashed onto the ground, the old injury fresh as the nightmares he'd suffered about it since.)
(As Marcus crashed down onto the ground, a puddle already taking shape beneath him, Ulfric was dropped and sprinted over to his side, screaming his name.)
Hmmph.
MARCUS!! Marcus, can you hear me? Talk, say something..
..agh.. I'm.. f-fine..
(He was trembling, breathing like fire had engulfed him, and blood shot down his stomach and painted his legs a deep scarlet.)
(Ulfric sat the shaking man up in haste and panic, pressing his hands hard onto the wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.)
(He half forgot there were guards who might hear until now.)
I- guards!! GUARDS!! MURDER!!! I NEED A HEALER!!!!!
What?! Damn it, I forgot about-
SOMEONE GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!!!!!!!
Shit!!
(Green fizzled out of sight just as the door cracked open.)
Marcus? What's going on? What's this 'second act'? What's happening?
@ask-ulfric-stormcloak
I don't know. Grinch McSadist came over all smug and mumbled some shit about.. uhm..
..the regular shit he mumbles about. I sent out scouts to investigate a weather incident in the nearby woods and he strangled the lot of them.
G- Grinch McSadist? Is that his name now?
Haha, it's a good one. But that aside.. if he's strangling in the woods he's got to be hiding something there. Trying to keep us distracted while he sets something up.
Nothing's been happening in Eastmarch, as far as I'm aware. He mostly leaves me alone.
I had a similar thought. He mostly messes around with me, even since Solitude, he..
(Marcus had to stop himself. Something scalded his mind. He composed himself with shaky breath.)
..he's been whispering. Complaining. The usual stuff, though he's been more.. exhausted lately. Like something's siphoning him up.
Hmm. I wouldn't be surprised of his exhaustion.. but then how has he returned as aggressively as to murder your men? It wasn't that way last time, he was more.. subtle? Dare I say?
Perhaps he's desperate. I haven't heard much from his lackeys either. Not his Narrator or the Daedra he's puppeting.
I'd send out more scouts.. but you know how powerful he is. We can't risk-
Having fun?
What?! You- you heard us??
But of course. I got tired of watching you two be sensible so fast.. you're just not as fun when you're stable and rational.
"Not as fun"? Is this a game to you?! You've taken enough from me, you grass-assed bastard!!
Someone's still mourning..
(Ulfric reached for his sword, but a hand grabbed and brandished it against his throat before he had the chance.)
..wh.. what? How?!
I have my ways with swords. Marcus remembers, I'm sure..
(Marcus's left eye twitches.)
Don't you dare.
Did Ulfric ever hear about that? I think he was supposed to.. I don't know if I ever got around to it..
Marcus, what is he talking about?
Have either of you heard of this spell I was working on?
It's called 'Reopen Wounds'. A bit of flesh magic.
(Marcus hesitated to arm himself. His eyes widened, breath stilled like a stalked deer.)
It's awfully fun to use.
..don't do it-
AGH!!!
(Hands flew from nowhere and nothing, pinning both men to seperate walls. A gag, out of even further away from basis in the mind, appeared and-)
-shut that Jarl clean up.
Now we can talk appropriately, Marcus.
(Ulfric writhed and panicked against the wall, as a body took shape in the room. New only to Ulfric, a green glowing silhouette with eyes obstructed by white glasses, arms spiralling out of his hair.)
(Marcus froze.)
(Green stood calm, observing.)
Here becomes my lab.
Might you give me a few minutes? Pause and remember a few things..
..Marcus?
(Marcus stayed silent, sick to his stomach with fear. Green merely acknowledged, and nodded in approval.)
(Ulfric kept watching, kept fighting the urge to hold back all of his breathing as if he were awaiting an axe.)
(Green was referencing something.. something about swords.. and Marcus.. something about a war? Or the Legion? Or perhaps..)
(..no.. it couldn't be..)
Hmm.. oh, no.. I remember..
Your ex-poisoner and his cat catboy snitched on me and closed that wound.
Funny I mention that..
..no. I didn't do it. It wasn't me, I'm not- I- I don't want to-
Kill yourself? Yeah, yeah.. heard it before. I know you don't, but here's the thing.. reality is in the eye of the beholder. I needed the guard to lose their shit, Ulfric in panic, questions from leaders aplenty of your stability..
AND THE DAMN CAT RUINED IT!!!
So. Why not a round two?
No. No. NO. NO!!!! YOU MADE ME DO IT!!!
And I'll make you do it again until you behave.
N-no..
Now what was that spell again.. hmm.. hmmmm.. ah, yes.
(Green reached out and placed his hand over the restrained Marcus's stomach, running a finger right over a scar.)
(A stab of light, and a whip-cracking sound, and Marcus was dropped from the wall. He stumbled, and looked down at his stomach. Blood. And searing pain. He doubled over, and crashed onto the ground, the old injury fresh as the nightmares he'd suffered about it since.)
(As Marcus crashed down onto the ground, a puddle already taking shape beneath him, Ulfric was dropped and sprinted over to his side, screaming his name.)
Hmmph.
MARCUS!! Marcus, can you hear me? Talk, say something..
Marcus? What's going on? What's this 'second act'? What's happening?
@ask-ulfric-stormcloak
I don't know. Grinch McSadist came over all smug and mumbled some shit about.. uhm..
..the regular shit he mumbles about. I sent out scouts to investigate a weather incident in the nearby woods and he strangled the lot of them.
G- Grinch McSadist? Is that his name now?
Haha, it's a good one. But that aside.. if he's strangling in the woods he's got to be hiding something there. Trying to keep us distracted while he sets something up.
Nothing's been happening in Eastmarch, as far as I'm aware. He mostly leaves me alone.
I had a similar thought. He mostly messes around with me, even since Solitude, he..
(Marcus had to stop himself. Something scalded his mind. He composed himself with shaky breath.)
..he's been whispering. Complaining. The usual stuff, though he's been more.. exhausted lately. Like something's siphoning him up.
Hmm. I wouldn't be surprised of his exhaustion.. but then how has he returned as aggressively as to murder your men? It wasn't that way last time, he was more.. subtle? Dare I say?
Perhaps he's desperate. I haven't heard much from his lackeys either. Not his Narrator or the Daedra he's puppeting.
I'd send out more scouts.. but you know how powerful he is. We can't risk-
Having fun?
What?! You- you heard us??
But of course. I got tired of watching you two be sensible so fast.. you're just not as fun when you're stable and rational.
"Not as fun"? Is this a game to you?! You've taken enough from me, you grass-assed bastard!!
Someone's still mourning..
(Ulfric reached for his sword, but a hand grabbed and brandished it against his throat before he had the chance.)
..wh.. what? How?!
I have my ways with swords. Marcus remembers, I'm sure..
(Marcus's left eye twitches.)
Don't you dare.
Did Ulfric ever hear about that? I think he was supposed to.. I don't know if I ever got around to it..
Marcus, what is he talking about?
Have either of you heard of this spell I was working on?
It's called 'Reopen Wounds'. A bit of flesh magic.
(Marcus hesitated to arm himself. His eyes widened, breath stilled like a stalked deer.)
It's awfully fun to use.
..don't do it-
AGH!!!
(Hands flew from nowhere and nothing, pinning both men to seperate walls. A gag, out of even further away from basis in the mind, appeared and-)
-shut that Jarl clean up.
Now we can talk appropriately, Marcus.
(Ulfric writhed and panicked against the wall, as a body took shape in the room. New only to Ulfric, a green glowing silhouette with eyes obstructed by white glasses, arms spiralling out of his hair.)
(Marcus froze.)
(Green stood calm, observing.)
Here becomes my lab.
Might you give me a few minutes? Pause and remember a few things..
..Marcus?
(Marcus stayed silent, sick to his stomach with fear. Green merely acknowledged, and nodded in approval.)
(Ulfric kept watching, kept fighting the urge to hold back all of his breathing as if he were awaiting an axe.)
(Green was referencing something.. something about swords.. and Marcus.. something about a war? Or the Legion? Or perhaps..)
(..no.. it couldn't be..)
Marcus? What's going on? What's this 'second act'? What's happening?
@ask-ulfric-stormcloak
I don't know. Grinch McSadist came over all smug and mumbled some shit about.. uhm..
..the regular shit he mumbles about. I sent out scouts to investigate a weather incident in the nearby woods and he strangled the lot of them.
G- Grinch McSadist? Is that his name now?
Haha, it's a good one. But that aside.. if he's strangling in the woods he's got to be hiding something there. Trying to keep us distracted while he sets something up.
Nothing's been happening in Eastmarch, as far as I'm aware. He mostly leaves me alone.
I had a similar thought. He mostly messes around with me, even since Solitude, he..
(Marcus had to stop himself. Something scalded his mind. He composed himself with shaky breath.)
..he's been whispering. Complaining. The usual stuff, though he's been more.. exhausted lately. Like something's siphoning him up.
Hmm. I wouldn't be surprised of his exhaustion.. but then how has he returned as aggressively as to murder your men? It wasn't that way last time, he was more.. subtle? Dare I say?
Perhaps he's desperate. I haven't heard much from his lackeys either. Not his Narrator or the Daedra he's puppeting.
I'd send out more scouts.. but you know how powerful he is. We can't risk-
Having fun?
What?! You- you heard us??
But of course. I got tired of watching you two be sensible so fast.. you're just not as fun when you're stable and rational.
"Not as fun"? Is this a game to you?! You've taken enough from me, you grass-assed bastard!!
Someone's still mourning..
(Ulfric reached for his sword, but a hand grabbed and brandished it against his throat before he had the chance.)
..wh.. what? How?!
I have my ways with swords. Marcus remembers, I'm sure..
(Marcus's left eye twitches.)
Don't you dare.
Did Ulfric ever hear about that? I think he was supposed to.. I don't know if I ever got around to it..
Marcus, what is he talking about?
Have either of you heard of this spell I was working on?
It's called 'Reopen Wounds'. A bit of flesh magic.
(Marcus hesitated to arm himself. His eyes widened, breath stilled like a stalked deer.)
It's awfully fun to use.
..don't do it-
AGH!!!
(Hands flew from nowhere and nothing, pinning both men to seperate walls. A gag, out of even further away from basis in the mind, appeared and-)
-shut that Jarl clean up.
Now we can talk appropriately, Marcus.
(Ulfric writhed and panicked against the wall, as a body took shape in the room. New only to Ulfric, a green glowing silhouette with eyes obstructed by white glasses, arms spiralling out of his hair.)
(Marcus froze.)
Marcus? What's going on? What's this 'second act'? What's happening?
@ask-ulfric-stormcloak
I don't know. Grinch McSadist came over all smug and mumbled some shit about.. uhm..
..the regular shit he mumbles about. I sent out scouts to investigate a weather incident in the nearby woods and he strangled the lot of them.
G- Grinch McSadist? Is that his name now?
Haha, it's a good one. But that aside.. if he's strangling in the woods he's got to be hiding something there. Trying to keep us distracted while he sets something up.
Nothing's been happening in Eastmarch, as far as I'm aware. He mostly leaves me alone.
I had a similar thought. He mostly messes around with me, even since Solitude, he..
(Marcus had to stop himself. Something scalded his mind. He composed himself with shaky breath.)
..he's been whispering. Complaining. The usual stuff, though he's been more.. exhausted lately. Like something's siphoning him up.
Hmm. I wouldn't be surprised of his exhaustion.. but then how has he returned as aggressively as to murder your men? It wasn't that way last time, he was more.. subtle? Dare I say?
Perhaps he's desperate. I haven't heard much from his lackeys either. Not his Narrator or the Daedra he's puppeting.
I'd send out more scouts.. but you know how powerful he is. We can't risk-
Having fun?
What?! You- you heard us??
But of course. I got tired of watching you two be sensible so fast.. you're just not as fun when you're stable and rational.
"Not as fun"? Is this a game to you?! You've taken enough from me, you grass-assed bastard!!
Someone's still mourning..
(Ulfric reached for his sword, but a hand grabbed and brandished it against his throat before he had the chance.)
..wh.. what? How?!
I have my ways with swords. Marcus remembers, I'm sure..
(Marcus's left eye twitches.)
Don't you dare.
Did Ulfric ever hear about that? I think he was supposed to.. I don't know if I ever got around to it..
Marcus, what is he talking about?
Have either of you heard of this spell I was working on?
It's called 'Reopen Wounds'. A bit of flesh magic.
Marcus? What's going on? What's this 'second act'? What's happening?
@ask-ulfric-stormcloak
I don't know. Grinch McSadist came over all smug and mumbled some shit about.. uhm..
..the regular shit he mumbles about. I sent out scouts to investigate a weather incident in the nearby woods and he strangled the lot of them.
G- Grinch McSadist? Is that his name now?
Haha, it's a good one. But that aside.. if he's strangling in the woods he's got to be hiding something there. Trying to keep us distracted while he sets something up.
Nothing's been happening in Eastmarch, as far as I'm aware. He mostly leaves me alone.
I had a similar thought. He mostly messes around with me, even since Solitude, he..
(Marcus had to stop himself. Something scalded his mind. He composed himself with shaky breath.)
..he's been whispering. Complaining. The usual stuff, though he's been more.. exhausted lately. Like something's siphoning him up.
Hmm. I wouldn't be surprised of his exhaustion.. but then how has he returned as aggressively as to murder your men? It wasn't that way last time, he was more.. subtle? Dare I say?
Perhaps he's desperate. I haven't heard much from his lackeys either. Not his Narrator or the Daedra he's puppeting.
I'd send out more scouts.. but you know how powerful he is. We can't risk-
Having fun?
What?! You- you heard us??
But of course. I got tired of watching you two be sensible so fast.. you're just not as fun when you're stable and rational.
"Not as fun"? Is this a game to you?! You've taken enough from me, you grass-assed bastard!!
Someone's still mourning..
(Ulfric reached for his sword, but a hand grabbed and brandished it against his throat before he had the chance.)
..wh.. what? How?!
I have my ways with swords. Marcus remembers, I'm sure..
Marcus? What's going on? What's this 'second act'? What's happening?
@ask-ulfric-stormcloak
I don't know. Grinch McSadist came over all smug and mumbled some shit about.. uhm..
..the regular shit he mumbles about. I sent out scouts to investigate a weather incident in the nearby woods and he strangled the lot of them.
G- Grinch McSadist? Is that his name now?
Haha, it's a good one. But that aside.. if he's strangling in the woods he's got to be hiding something there. Trying to keep us distracted while he sets something up.
Nothing's been happening in Eastmarch, as far as I'm aware. He mostly leaves me alone.
I had a similar thought. He mostly messes around with me, even since Solitude, he..
(Marcus had to stop himself. Something scalded his mind. He composed himself with shaky breath.)
..he's been whispering. Complaining. The usual stuff, though he's been more.. exhausted lately. Like something's siphoning him up.
Hmm. I wouldn't be surprised of his exhaustion.. but then how has he returned as aggressively as to murder your men? It wasn't that way last time, he was more.. subtle? Dare I say?
Marcus? What's going on? What's this 'second act'? What's happening?
@ask-ulfric-stormcloak
I don't know. Grinch McSadist came over all smug and mumbled some shit about.. uhm..
..the regular shit he mumbles about. I sent out scouts to investigate a weather incident in the nearby woods and he strangled the lot of them.
G- Grinch McSadist? Is that his name now?
Haha, it's a good one. But that aside.. if he's strangling in the woods he's got to be hiding something there. Trying to keep us distracted while he sets something up.
Nothing's been happening in Eastmarch, as far as I'm aware. He mostly leaves me alone.
during the last like hour or two that ive played skyrim up until the battle for solitude ulfric has talked about nothing but tullius. whenever i pass him in the halls of the palace upstairs he always says some shit about tullius
It's not what it looks like. I promise.
Don't. Tell anyone.
