Chapter 6: Planning the Attack and Finding Help

It has now been about 2 weeks since Kara and I returned to Whiterun. Ulfric and Kara have been talking about everything Gotoh knew about the Imperials plans for days. She must've said something to Ulfric because he hasn't said anything more about me killing Gotoh.

Ophelia and Kara have been getting along well. I'm actually glad because I could sense a bit of jealousy from Ophelia when Kara first came to the house. They've actually been helping each other out quite bit. They helped each other improve their magic, and Ophelia actually showed Kara how to handle a sword. It gives me a good feeling to see those two getting along as if they had known each other for years.

It was now Monday, and Ulfric had sent for Kara, Ophelia and I to his palace to discuss the Stormcloaks next target; an Imperial fort just outside of Riften. "The only problem is that our spies have reported that it is very heavily fortified, and that there is an entire legion of Imperials in the fort." Ulfric explained.

"Well, there's only one person that I know who could help us." I said.

"Who might that be Navarre?" Kara asked.

"My brother Mathias." I answered. "The only problem is that I have no idea where he is."

"Mathias is your brother?" Ulfric asked.

"Yes. But I haven't seen him in a long time. We were ambushed by vampires when we crossed the border from Hammerfell into Skyrim. I told him to run and save himself. I haven't seen him since." I explained in a pained tone.

"Well, I know where he is." Ulfric said.

"You do? Where?" I asked.

"You're not gonna like what I'm about to say… but he's at Jorrvaskr.

"Great." I said very unenthusiastically. "Well, I guess I'll have to leave tonight and try to get their before morning." I said as I left the planning room and back to the house with Kara and Ophelia following close behind.

Ophelia then asked, "Would you like Kara and I to go with you Navarre?"

"No Ophelia. I don't want to accidentally cause an incident while there. I'll go alone." I answered.

"As you wish, my Thane." I really wish she would stop calling me that.

"Are you absolutely sure Navarre?" Kara asked, sounding concerned.

"Don't worry Kara. I'll be alright. Besides," I wrapped my arms around both Kara and Ophelia, brought them close to me and said, "I'll need someone to greet me when I come home." It was meant as a light joke, which thankfully both of them laughed at.

It only took me an hour to gather what I needed and change into my Leather Armor, Light Elven Gauntlets, Iron Boots with a Lifting enchantment and Apprentice Hood. As for my equipment, I took my frost enchanted Falmer Bow, my shock enchanted Imperial Sword, my Dragonsbane, and a few soul gems and two quivers of arrows just in case.

Once I was all set, Kara, Ophelia and I walked out toward the Whiterun Stables, where my horse Praetorian was waiting for me. Ever since I stole him from an Imperial fort in the south, he has always been the most faithful horse I've ever ridden. "Kara, Ophelia, I have one thing that I need you to do for me while I'm gone." I started as I climbed onto Praetorian's back.

"What is it Navarre?" Ophelia asked.

"Get along. No fighting. Got it? The last thing I want is to come home to a murder scene. I should be back in a few days. I'll see you both soon. Let's go Praetorian. HYAH!" I said as Praetorian started galloping southwest toward Whiterun. I couldn't believe it. After all these years, I'll finally get to see Mathias again. I just hope that he got the letter I wrote to him a few days ago.

Damn. Another late night, another late night upload. I know it was short, but sometimes that's just how wording goes, and this seemed like a good way to end the chapter. Chapter 7 is gonna be a while, as I have a Skyrim oneshot that I would like to get uploaded before I post chapter 7, plus I have my other fics to update, along with work on my collaboration with FanfictionFan360. Well, until next time, good night everyone.

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