Okay, so now that school's started up again, it might be a bit harder for me to update regularly. So I'm planning on updating at least once a week, starting this Friday.

Well, that's all from me.

Enjoy!

Instead of going straight to Kynesgrove, we decided that we should make our way to Windhelm.

Mainly because we needed a good place to rest.

But also because Ronan wanted to reclaim something that was once his.

Doria & I didn't know what it was, but considering that he was my brother & her cousin, we decided that it was important to him so we went along with it.

When we entered the city, as usual, we came into a lovely first sight.

You know, I may be a supporter of the Stormcloaks, but I don't agree with all of their morals.

For example: All elves are spies working for the Aldmeri Dominion.

Or the Imperials.

So you can imagine my first reaction to some drunken Nord beating the shit out some unfortunate Dunmer.

Even though I knew that Ronan would kill me afterwards.

'Hey!' I shouted, pulling the drunken Nord off of the Dunmer. The Dark elf stumbled away from us.

'What are ya doin', honey?!' The man said, the stench of mead in his breath.

'Stopping you from killing an innocent man!' I yelled.

'Innocent?' The man laughed, standing upright. 'That damn elf isn't innocent! He's a spy! For the Dominion!'

'And how do you know that?' I challenged. 'I could be in the Imperial Legion. What would you do then?'

'That's different! You're a Nord!'

'How's it different? Huh? Tell me!'

He said nothing.

'TELL ME!' I roared.

He still said nothing.

'Get lost,' I said pushing him to the ground. 'And If I see you beating any elves again...well...it won't be pretty,'

The man, clearly defeated, walked off.

I turned to the Dunmer, who was still on the ground & helped him up.

'Thank you,' he said. 'I don't think anybody would of been able to stand up to that Nord like you did,'

'No problem,' I said. 'Besides, he's had way too much. He wont remember most of this,'

'So he'll try it again?' The Elf said worriedly.

'No. He'll remember getting his ass kicked & someone telling him to fuck off. He wont remember me specifically,' I said reassuringly.

'As long as he wont attack me again, I don't care,' he said, smiling. 'Azura's wisdom to you friend,' he said as he walked off.

'Take care & farewell,' I said back.

I immediately turned to my companions. Doria looked impressed about how I handled the situation. We both agree that not all elves are working for the dominion.

As apposed to Ronan, who believes what the Stormcloaks believe. Like I said before, I might agree with some of their morals, like taking away the worship of Talos, but not all of them.

Ronan looked like he was about to kill me. I know that he hates elves, & I knew what was coming next.

Just before Ronan could say anything, I stopped him dead in his tracks.

'Not. One. Word. Stormcloak,' I threatened. That's me alright. One minute I'm calm & friends with everyone, the next I'm threatening to kill you. 'If you wanna kill innocent elves, go & re-join the Stormcloaks,'

With that, I stormed off, with Doria following me.

After that encounter with the Elf, Ronan decided to give me the cold shoulder. Fine by me.

We decided to replenish our supplies, considering that we were running out of traveling food. However, much to Ronan's anger & my amusement, most of the merchants were elves. I knew that Ronan would have to put his pride aside if he wanted to get supplies.

After an hour of wondering around the streets, we finally decided to head up to the Palace Of The Kings, the legendary home of Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak.

I knew that there would be a chance that he might recognise me from Helgen.

But I did know that he would recognise Ronan, considering he was an ex-soldier.

Entering the keep, we were impressed. Or at least Doria & I were. Ronan acted like it was no big deal.

When we approached the Jarl, he immediately recognised me.

'You,' Ulfric said. 'You were at Helgen,'

'Yes I was,' I replied.

'Come to join the Stormcloak army then?'

'I'm afraid not, my Jarl,'

'Pity. Speaking of Stormcloaks, welcome back Stormblade,' Ulfric said, nodding at Ronan. 'Come to re-join the army,'

'My days of serving the Stormcloaks are over,' Ronan said. 'But there is something I would like to get back,'

'Ahh yes,' Ulfric said. 'Come with me,'

We followed the Jarl to his war room. He went to one of the chests & opened it. He brought a bundle over & placed it on the table.

Ronan looked pretty happy to see this package again, considering the way that he opened it.

The package contained a Stormcloak Officer armour, a shield with the Windhelm coat of arms & a glass sword.

Something was off about the glass sword however: it looked like it had a frost enchantment.

'It's good to be holding Chillrend again,' Ronan said, swinging the sword a few times.

'I knew that you would come back one day to reclaim your sword,' Ulfric said. 'Listen, since you were a good soldier to the army, I will allow you & your companions to stay the night. Your companions may also wish to change into some stronger armour,'

'Thank you,' Doria said gratefully.

'Follow me,' Ulfric said. 'You all need rest. I will show you to your rooms,'

You know, I modelled the Dragonborn's personality after me. Get me mad & well, that escalated quickly. Read & review. Chosen out.