The Children of Skyrim

A Stormcloak Story

Chapter 1

Prologue

Jorthaar Thrice-Pierced

My name is Jorthaar and I am a Stormcloak soldier. I joined the Stormcloaks because the imperials tried to take of my head at Helgen, and because of the cowardly treaty called the white-gold concordat. I am a nord and I am twenty one years of age. I am from Rorikstead. I fight so that I can see Ulfric Stormcloak on the throne as the high king of Skyrim. He struck down Torryg the false high king, and now once we kill general Tullius as well, then our mission shall be complete. We are the children of Skyrim and we fight all our live, and when Sovngarde beckons every one of us dies, for this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams, so the song goes, this is our story. A tale of glory that we are about to embark on, so hark to my words, and pay them great heed. Sit around our fire as our grand tale unfolds and listen to our story, one that shall be sung of in the halls of Sovngarde for generations.