Dovah and company were let into the city by the gate guards as they ran towards Dragonsreach. Already, Imperial soldiers were being teleported in via magic by imperial Battlemages to protect the city, getting into positions at the walls and the main gate of the city.
Dovah and his group ran as fast as they could up through the cloud district, not slowing down. Soon, they were at the doors. Dovah swung the doors open. He knelt in front of Jarl Balgruuf in respect.
"My Jarl," Dovah spoke. "Unfortunately, the Stormcloaks have mobilized their armies to attack Whiterun. We will only have four days to prepare before the assault."
Balgruuf sighed. "So it begins… Dovah, I want you to fight with the men at the main gate. We will need your abilities to ward the Stormcloaks off."
"As you wish, my Jarl." Dovah said.
Four days later…
Whiterun…
Makeshift Imperial Barracks...
Dovah woke up from his slumber as did the others on their cots. Soon after, he heard someone sounding the alarm. The enemy was here. Dovah and his group geared up and stepped outside the barracks. All the citizens ran for their homes or for cover.
It was at the point when Dovah and his group were running towards the gate to defend the city when Taliq and M'irra ran into a young girl in a ragged, yellow-green dress. She was lean, and her hair was unkept. Her hazel eyes displayed her fear.
"What are you doing here, young girl?" Ta'liq asked. "It's not safe! You should be at home..."
"I don't have a home..." The girl started to cry. "I have nothing! I'm scared..."
M'irra knelt down, and hugged the girl. "Shhh… It's alright. Come with Khajiit to the barracks, this one will be safe there."
Taliq looked at M'irra. "Hurry. Get to the barracks. Keep her safe."
M'irra looked at Taliq. The same thing was going through his mind as well. He felt for the girl, just as she did.
"Be safe, Taliq. Come on, young one." M'irra took the girl by the hand. "Khajiit is named M'irra. What is this one called?"
"…Lucia." The girl said as they headed for the barracks as fast as they could.
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Galmar Stone-fist stood in front of the Stormcloak assault force, with Hjornskar Head-Smasher and five other elite Stormcloak cavalry. They were ready to begin their siege. They surrounded the city with Trebuchets and Catapults, ready to break down the walls of the city. Only thing between them and the walls of Whiterun was 12,500 imperial soldiers. They outnumbered the imperials with their 14,500 soldiers.
"IMPERIAL! GET YOUR JARL OUT HERE!" Galmar bellowed. "I WISH TO DISCUSS TERMS WITH HIM!"
The Imperial lead knight sent one of his troops to fetch Balgruuf. That soldier, only 16 years of age, ran as fast as he could towards Dragonsreach.
# # # # #
"My Jarl!" The Imperial soldier said as he burst into Dragonsreach. "The… The leader of the Stormcloak invaders…. w-w-wishes to discuss terms!"
Jarl Balgruff scowled. "That bastard, Stone-fist… Of course he would be so confident as to his odds of victory." He stood up from his throne, and pointed to two of his elite guards, three of the best Imperial knights, Cipius, Irileth, and Dovah. "Come with me. It's time to give a piece of my mind to that damnedable Stone-fist. Let the Khajiit caravan into the city, we need all the help we can get."
A few minutes later, outside on the city walls…
Balgruuf looked down atop of the wall to see Galmar Stone-fist, Hjonscar Head-smasher, Ralof of Riverwood, and three other Stormcloak Calavry.
"Balgruuf! It seems you are doing well!" Galmar said in feigned friendliness.
"Save the pleasantries, Stone-Fist! What do you want?" Balgruuf said matter-of-factly.
Galmar just scoffed. "Well, first off it would be quite nice of you to surrender the city to us. If you did, we would be merciful to most of your men. Most of the cowards who joined the Imperial machine."
Balgruuf just glared at Galmar. "Go to Oblivion, you blind-sided son of a daedric bitch!"
Galmar's face flashed with dark intent. "Fine, die if you wish you Oblivion-damned traitor!"
Galmar and his men rode off to the lines, as Balgruuf watched him raise his hand, lower it, and point at his city. The trebuchets began to fire their payload at the walls, and the assault began! Balgruuf and his party immediately ran down the wall as the boulders from the Trebuchets impacted the stone fortifications of Whiterun. Balgruuf and the Imperial Legate Cipius ordered an immediate counter-strike with their archers, while the knights, led by Hadvar and Dovah led the defense to keep the invaders away from the walls and the drawbridge to the gates. The siege had begun.
Four days into the Seige…
Spirits were still high among the citizenry and soldiery of Whiterun despite the odds being slightly against them. A curfew had been placed on the citizenry for their safety. They could only be out between eight and six in the daylight. Taliq and M'irra were caring for Lucia. They walked into the Bannered Mare,
"Lucia, Khajiit has a present for you." M'irra said as she walked up to Lucia.
"Ooh! What is it?" Lucia asked curiously.
M'irra then got out two dolls from her bag, and gave them to Lucia. "These dolls are of the little moon god, and the big moon god. Joan and Jode. When you look up in the sky, you see them in the moons. They are always taking care of each other, watching out for one another. As long as you keep them together, they will always protect you."
Lucia carefully took the dolls into her arms. "Thanks!"
# # # # # # #
Outside the walls of Whiterun…
Dovah fought with the Imperial Knights against the Stormcloak invaders, using both his sword skills with Krog-Gro-Garak and Hadvar, working together as watched each other's backs. The battle was starting to turn in their favor, with Dovah's gift of the voice being put to good use!
That's when Galmar stormed up from the Stormcloaks' flanks, ready to engage Dovah in combat! He had his steel spear at the ready, letting out a yell to challenge Dovah.
"Dovahkiin, you traitor! FACE ME!" He yelled. Dovah turned to face Galmar. Despite the battle waging around them, time seemed to slow as if the universe itself was focusing on them. Krog and Hadvar watch on with awe while still watching out for their defense. Kalur and T'aliq also watched from the wall as everyone fought around them.
"Dovah, why do you join with these Imperial bootlickers?! They serve the Thalmor, they will lead our people to ruin!" Galmar snapped. "You are the Dragonborn! The descendant of Talos of Atmora himself! You of all people should understand why we fight!"
"Galmar, you fool! Think! You realize the Thalmor orchestrated this war to take advantage of the situation and divide us! Without a united empire, all of Tamriel will fall and we will be driven to extinction! They want us to fight!"
Galmar was undeterred. "Have you ever heard the story of Ygsmor and the five hundered companions?"
"What about it?" Dovah asked.
"If Ygsmor and his five-hundred drove the snow elves to extinction, imagine what a whole country of Nords could do to the Aldmeri Dominion! You should know! You are a descendant of Ygsmor!"
Dovah shook his head. "Galmar, you truly are a fool and worse, you follow a mad jester!"
Galmar was immediately angered. "Then I will show you who the true fool is!"
After that, they charged each other, throwing down their shields. Dovah's sword clashed with Galmar's spear again and again! Swing after swing, parry and thrust they battled with heart and determination of their cause! The fight was relentless, and epic! Each of them was giving their all, in a deadly dance of death itself! The spectacle was incredible!
Unfortunately, as all things do…. it had to come to an end.
Galmar drove his spear to the inside of Dovah's hand, the spear glancing off the sword, and stabbed him in the arm with his spear! The tempered steel tip snapped through Dovah's chainmail as it drove itself down to the very bone! Dovah let out a yell as Galmar whipped the spear out of Dovah's flesh and spun around, tripping Dovah with the blunt end of the spear! He stood over Dovah as he bled out onto the ground.
"I pity you for having chosen the wrong side of history to stand on…" Galmar spoke as he raised his spear, ready to deliver the final blow.
Suddenly, an arrow flew through the air fired by Ta'liq from the wall, the tip slicing into Galmar's left hand despite missing! It was then followed by a lightning barrage from Kalur! Then, Hadvar ran forward with Krog, using his shield to knock Galmar back a few paces, as Krog stood ready with his greatsword, beckoning with his hand as if daring Galmar to try something with a glare only an Orc could give.
It was then that Ralof ran to Galmar's side. "Lord Galmar! The tide is turning against us! We must fall back, or we will be routed and there will be nothing left to defend Windhelm!"
"You mean retreat!" Galmar snapped.
"We have no choice!" Ralof said. "Look around!"
Galmar paused, silently calculating their odds. After it turned out they were not in his favor, he decided to concede to Ralof's advice.
"FALL BACK! FALL BACK!" He ordered his troops as they started to retreat.
As they watched the Stormcloaks retreat, Hadvar and Krog helped Dovah up, and got him back inside the city walls to see the healers.