Rohan gets dress for the meeting, only wearing a blue tunic shirt, with white cotton pants, some leather bracers and boots. Nothing fancy for him, he's just popping in to hear what the Jarl says. Lydia was satisfied seeing him walk up the steps of Dragonsreach. Rohan's face said otherwise, he wasn't in the mood for any more sudden negativity for politics was not his forte. "May I ask who is present?" said Rohan walking through the palace doors. "The Jarl's usual court plus some imperial dignitaries." said Lydia, following in.

Balgruuf was sitting at his throne, his face now filled with color of health after his assassination attempt a couple days back. He had a thick bandage on, covering parts of his neck and shoulder. His Jarl robes covered it, chaffing it a little. Balgruuf had shown a good mood, it was shocking for he never showed a bright mood when the Empire's officials were around. The seven imperial delegates were align on the left side near the throne, three standing while the other four were sitting. The four looked to be high end nobles, due to their clothes and flashy gold accessories. While the other three delegates were legionnaires, one has steel plated imperial armor with bright silver engravings of the Empire symbol and the other two just had simple heavy steel plated imperial armor.

Farengar, Irileth, Hrongar, Commander Cauis and Proventus Avenicii stood on Jarl's right, Proventus right next to Balgruuf as usual. "My Jarl." says Proventus telling Balgruuf that Rohan has came with Lydia following close behind. Balgruuf sees Rohan walking up to join his side of the court, "The thane is late." his voice in a playful tone.

"Krosis (apologies) My Jarl, hin praan mi draa hio…..My sleep over took me." He takes a seat with Hrongar drinking some wine and he fixes himself a cup, figuring this was going to be a long day he needed a drink. Lydia stood behind him.

"Now that all of my court is here let us begin." said Balgruuf, "Senator Lexis, Senator Carvo, Senator Poncius, Senator Vinipter, Captain Drex, Legate Cipius, and Legate Siprus, I like you to meet my court, My steward Proventus Avenicii, my housecarl Irileth, my brother Hrongar, my guard captain Cauis, my court wizard Farengar Secret-fire, and my thane Rohan Satilus with his housecarl Lydia."

"Mr. Satilus, Hello!"

Rohan looks over and see Cocius Vinipter on the other side with the other senators. "Senator Vinipter, nice to see you again." said Rohan nodding his head.

"I met your thane in Solitude, when I was having a word with the future High Queen." said Vinipter to Balgruuf.

"Is that so?" said Balgruuf.

"Yes, I and Jarl Elisif were having a little discussion with the war and all."

"Well I'm glad you have word with all the locals around senator. Now let us begin." said Balgruuf, "Gentlemen and people of my court I would like to discuss of the recent gruesome discovery of a massacre near Brittleshine creek. A mass of both Stormcloaks and Imperial troops were found dead. Many of the legions were men straight from Cyrodiil. Senator Carvo it is stated that one of legion soldiers was your nephew."

"Yes." said Carvo grimly, "I've already sent word to my sister of the terrible news."

"You have my Condolences." said Balgruuf, "The massacre brings a pain to me for this massacre in fact happened in my hold. Now I have dawn many times to keep this war from entering my land but it seems it's for not."

"Does this mean you will approve the General's offer and allow me to have Legate Cipius here to allow his guard to garrison here in your city?" said Captain Drex.

"No, Captain."

The imperial sigh, seeing as if coming here was a waste of time.

"The Jarl called for you audience to let you know that this is the last time he will hear from your delegation and that this massacre was not his doing. We had nothing to do with the attack." said Proventus.

"But what of the Stormcloaks Balgruuf!" said Hrongar, "During the Feast you were almost murdered by one!"

"That wasn't a Stormcloak." said Rohan sipping his wine, "That was a child filled with a lot of anger."

"Forgive me my Jarl but this is highly preposterous, denying us is a sure mistake. You need us here." said Senator Poncius.

"I agree Jarl Balgruuf, denying Legion aid is basically saying you want the Stormcloaks to tear down your walls." said Vinipter.

"Ulfric will not take my city!" snapped Balgruuf.

"This massacre proves he can make it in your Hold!" said Legate Cipius, "The Stormcloaks have you surrounded. They have the Pale and Winterhold from the north and just recently Falkreath and Markarth!"

"Yes, our Rift and Hjaalmarch flank can only do so little. With Markarth and Falkreath in their hands, the Stormcloaks will gain more ground quicker." said Legate Siprus.

"Markarth and Falkreath has shown to be huge tear in the Empire's position and in mine as well." said Balgruuf looking at Rohan, remembering it was him that made General Tullius give up those Holds at a peace council.

"The Rift has proven to be a strong asset." said Rohan.

"Yes but not enough, we have no control, we're scattered!" said the Captain.

"Surely Jarl Balgruuf you wouldn't be trying to take on Ulfric's army yourself?" said Lexis.

"No! I will not face his army for this war is not my war."

"My lord, this is turning into everyone's war!" said Irileth, "Ulfric has proven twice over that has his eyes on you. Your life was almost taken!"

"Bringing the war here will not do any good for Whiterun! I have sent a clear message to Ulfric that he is stay off my Hold."

"My Jarl you have denied him many times!" said Proventus, "In his eyes if anyone is not him they are against him."

"I agree with Proventus my Jarl." said Farengar, "More precautions should be taken."

"I've already doubled the guard here at the palace and the streets. I've also made heavier night watch at the Hold's towers." said Commander Cauis.

"But it isn't doing any good!" said Hrongar, "We need more patrols out in the countryside."

"More patrols will do fine, especially near the Pale." said Rohan.

"Precautions have been taken." said Balgruuf, "I have no need for legionnaires."

"Really Jarl?" said Vinipter, "You can spare all those men and supplies?"

"I still get my supplies from the Cyrodiil. Plus have fine natural resources here in Whiterun that helps me on that as well."

"But surely you don't have the men." said Lexis.

"The senator is right my lord." said Caius, "We keep a strong stance but it's not enough to face an army."

"It's not an army." said Rohan, "It's a militia. Some of them are first to sword. I've seen children join."

"Yes but other are former legion." said Drex, "Sagor Long-brow was once a great imperial guard of the 10th legionary detachment during the Great War. I know of this cause I fought with him. He is now been stated to be a Stormcloak Captain. There may be firsthand soldiers but there are also decorated veterans from the imperial army in Ulfric's ranks, Ulfric being one himself. Mostly all of them are captains and trainers."

"Having a garrison is a sure thing of protection!" said Legate Cipius.

"Is it Cipius? As I may do recall you are having trouble even in the Rift controlling your position." said Balgruuf.

The Legate went silent, grumbling under his breath. The senators were now having a dispute amongst themselves and the Jarl and his court. Rohan just sat silently drinking some wine and shakes his head at the pointless argument. "If I may senators and legions." said Rohan, the arguing stops for the moment, "But judging how this sounds. You need Whiterun more than Whiterun needs you. I'm just seeing how it is, Whiterun is the biggest Hold in Skyrim and it is in the center, making it a direct point to Eastmarch. Right at Windhelm."

"That is an excellent observation Rohan." said Balgruuf.

"Jarl Balgruuf as this meeting advances may I ask what are you going to do with the would be assassin in your dungeon." said Caius.

"Have him here."

Caius bows his head to Balgruuf's command and tells two guards to escort Alfhed to the Palace. After a few minutes Alfhed is dragged in by two guards, the scrawny nord boy kicking and squirming around with his hand tied tightly behind him. They throw him to his knees in front of the Jarl. Alfhed looked a mess, his face and hair was dirty and his clothes were now ragged and damp. He sees the imperial delegates, "I see you sucking imperial cock as usual Balgruuf." sneers Alfhed and laughing, his laughing stops when Irileth gives him a kick on the back of head, "You will show respect when addressing the Jarl."

"Go ahead you dunmer bitch! Hit me again, I'll cut your elf ears off, you fucking grayskin!"

Irileth just gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, on the edge of cutting the boy's head off.

"The children of Skyrim are so colorful." said Senator Poncius, the delegates laugh.

"That is enough!" said Rohan, his voice boomed of strength silencing the imperials quickly.

"Alfhed Bull-bone." said Proventus, "This is your trail. You are accused of an attempt on the Jarl's life, how do you stand?"

"Proud and Patriotic!"

"The penalty is death boy! Do you really feel so proud?" said Balgruuf.

"I do so milk drinker!"

Balgruuf rest his head down and pinches his forehead. "If you were sixteen your head would be already on a pike! But I am no child murderer. Don't think you will not go un punish."

"My Jarl!" in comes a guard, "Forgive my intrusion!"

"You are interrupting a very important meeting!" said Irileth, "It better be good."

"It is housecarl, we have found a Stormcloak here in the city!"

The room gets daftly shocked and imperials murmur to each other. Irileth looked to Caius and Hrongar surprised and then to Balgruuf. Rohan stared down, hoping it wasn't who they were talking about. Balgruuf now getting angry, "Bring him here…NOW!"

"We are my jarl, here."

Two guards drag the Stormcloak and Rohan's gut was right, it was the Stormcloak from before. "He was in the Temple of Kynareth My jarl." says one of the guards, "We believe him to be at the massacre at Brittleshine."

The stormcloak had bandages all around, he was wearing a light gray roughspun tunic, and the scars on his face were stitched up. The Stormcloak looks up with a grin, "Priestess Rami was fine to me indeed. I finally have feeling back in my right side."

"Quiet you!" says the guard, kicking him in the back.

"Rolfed!" shouted Alfhed to the Stormcloak.

"Alfhed?" said the Stormcloak, "What in Oblivion are you doing here?!"

"You know this man?" said Balgruuf to Alfhed.

"Yes! He is my brother!"

"Does father know that you are here?" said Rolfed.

"Poppa's dead."

Rolfed chokes down a yell as he hears the news.

"Were you part of the attack on Brittleshine?" said Balgruuf.

"Yes, I was part of that squad. A real shit storm."

"Jarl Balgruuf please execute him!" said senator Carvo, "My sister's son is dead because of this man!"

"Your nephew should've never came to Skyrim." said Rolfed.

"Damn right!" said Alfhed.

"How did you get in the city?" said Balgruuf.

"I brought him in." said Rohan.

The court and delegates grow shock, even Balgruuf who was surprised the most that his own thane and trusted friend would do that.

"I found him and an imperial soldier amongst the dead, and I had them brought here."

"For that I am truly grateful." said Rolfed.

"First you spare an assassin and you bring the very enemy in the Jarl's walls? I'm starting to question your loyalty!" snarled Irileth.

"My loyalty is to myself."

"Not in the Jarl's court it isn't" Irileth walks to Rohan, grasping her sword firmly. Lydia grasps her sword snarling at Irileth ready to draw swords.

"Irileth!" calls Balgruuf.

"Lydia!" calls Rohan.

The two housecarls stood down.

"My Jarl such an act like that is treason, helping and or harboring an enemy to Whiterun is an immediate, 20 lashes and jail time. Especially a member of the court which also leads to explosion from." said Irileth, "Forgive me for my hardness Rohan but unlike you I am loyal to Whiterun and her citizens and that is the law."

"Punish me if you will my Jarl but I saw the man in need and I helped him." said Rohan, "As for loyalty, my loyalty is for the people of Skyrim, no matter where they stand on poncy politics."

Balgruuf scratched his beard staring at Rohan. Seeing Rohan's kindred judgment he decided to make a pass. Rohan was Skyrim's warrior, he was her guardian and he would never turn his back on Skyrim's people no matter who they were. "I'll have to have word with you later." says Balgruuf.

Rohan bow his head in understanding.

"Jarl Balgruuf." said Rolfed, "May I ask why is my brother here?"

"Your brother made an attempt on the Jarl's life just two days ago." said Proventus.

"WHAT?!" Rolfed looked at Alfhed in disbelief, he tried to speak words but his mouth was jittering, speechless. "This…this..this is his trail?"

"Aye, it is." said Balgruuf.

"Do you what have done?!" said Rolfed to Alfhed.

"I did it for you!" said Alfhed, "I did for Ulfric, the Stormcloaks and for Skyrim!"

"You blithering fool! Attempting an a assassination on a Jarl is a heinous crime, the penalty is death!" said Rolfed tears was rising in his eye out of the fear of his brother's life.

"I know of that! And I was willing to die for it."

Rolfed looked down and shakes his head, giggling to himself, "You dumb boy. Jarl Balgruuf!"

"Yes?"

"May I ask a request?"

"Speak."

"I request that my younger brother is to be let free and in return I take his place of the crime he was accused of."

"You do know if you take his place, considering your age, your punishment will be death?"

"That is the sacrifice I willing to make. My life in exchange to my brother's"

"NO!" Alfhed was starting to cry, "Rolf you can't do this!"

"Shut it boy." said Rolfed, "Once again I'm saving your hide."

"Jarl Balgruuf please!" pleads Alfhed tears coming down, "Just kill me! My brother has nothing to do with this!"

"It is your brother's request boy." said Balgruuf, "Crimes cannot go unpunished. I accept the request."

"Rolfed Bull-bone you are charge with the attempted murder of Jarl Balgruuf the greater, therefore the punishment is death. Upon your death Alfhed Bull-bone will be released."

Alfhed kicks and screams. Tears soak his face as his cries do no good.

"Addition to my request I ask that my brother is to be taken to Dawnstar under the care of my aunt."

"Request accepted." said Balgruuf.

"I'll take him to Dawnstar." said Rohan.

"Thank you Jarl Balgruuf and Thane Rohan. You are upmost kind." said Rolfed.

"Rolfed please! NO! You can't do this!" cried Alfhed.

"Take him to the dungeon for execution." said Balgruuf.

Two guards pick Rolfed up to his feet, he showed no fear of his execution for he knew it was for a greater cause. "You stay out of trouble Al! You hear me!? You stay out of trouble and are obedient to auntie!" The guards escort him off to be executed.

"ROLFHEEEDD! NO!" Alfhed was crying even louder, Rohan grab him and pulled him away. Alfhed kicking and screaming once more, "Let me go! LET ME GO!"

Everyone was silent at the scene. Even the imperial delegates looked to show sympathy for the boy. This war was tragic indeed, families were being torn apart greatly.

Rohan dragged Alfhed out of the palace and onto the front porch. "Enough." he says, Alfhed still kicking. "ENOUGH!" Alfhed stopped. Rohan kneel down to Alfhed his hands clutched on the boy's side and him staring at him deeply. "What your brother did was the most noble thing I saw. That was a sacrifice! To know that your death would be for a greater good! Not your mindless suicidal ways! Your bother gave you a second chance by giving away his life, DON'T LET IT BE IN VAIN!"

Alfhed stopped crying and nodded. Rohan took him to Breezehome where he gave him some warm water so the boy could wash himself up, Lydia gave Alfhed some fresh clothes and Rohan made the boy something to eat. Alfhed sat at the table quietly pecking at his apple cabbage stew. "Eat it is a long ride and we're not making any stops." said Rohan who was getting some supplies ready for the trip to Dawnstar, "Lydia, get a carriage ready."

"Yes my thane."

After minutes of getting ready Rohan and Alfhed set out on a carriage, heading north to Dawnstar. The trip was long and none of them spoke for a long time. Alfhed just stared into space solemnly, looking at the elk as they run by. Skyrim was very chilled and calm in the late afternoon. The sky was blue and the winds were short and breezing. They were nearing the Pale after hours of riding. Patches of snow was showing on the grass as the carriage kept trotting down the road. Trees were showing when they make it to a fork, going right to the sign that said "Dawnstar" . Alfhed looked at Rohan was focus on driving the carriage, "How did you shout Alduin from the sky?"

"With the Thu'um, what do you mean?"

"I know you use the Voice but how did you do that? What were you feeling?"

"When I was fighting Alduin I was thinking to myself. My swords were in action but my mind was somewhere else. I took all the feeling I had. All the feeling from my heart and soul, happiness, sadness, anger, love ,hate, rage, fierceness. I took all that I was feeling and rose it high in my throat, there I shouted like I never did before."

"So it was your emotions that killed him?"

Rohan smiled and did a short chuckle, "Let me tell you something that my father once told me when I was your age, when I lived in Chorrol I got beaten up a lot from bigger kids. I was small and skinny, kids picked on me a lot. One day one of the bullies beat me up so bad that I came home bawling hard, my father told me this, he said 'Son, having big muscles and knowing how to throw a punch can take a man a long way. But it takes what's inside a man's heart that makes him a dragon among men.'."

Alfhed smiled a little at the nice story, "You really did became a dragon among men. You're the Dragonborn."

Rohan does a hard laugh and so does Alfhed.

"Listen to me Alfhed, any man can become a dragon. You don't the Voice. All you need is the power of your heart and nothing more. See what is right and just in the world and serve a noble purpose not just with sacrifice. What brother did showed me, he was a dragon and still is. Promise you would be a dragon too."

"Yes, I will." said Alfhed, that was a promise he was bound to keep. Sundown had happen and the carriage draws near. Smoke from chimneys and lights glisten in the distance of city of Dawnstar, which was basically a big town with a huge port. The town sat near the shores of the Sea of Ghost. It being a gate way and one of the place of early nord settlements show that it has traditional nord customs. It favored the Stormcloak side like its neighbor Winterhold and it was a frivolous town with Stormcloak troops stationed around. "Now I don't want you getting mixed in with this war. This war is a man's game, played by biased politicians." said Rohan as he drives the carriage in the town.

"I won't…not anymore." said Alfhed, "There's my aunt's house." He points to a small cottage across the port in the upper district of the town. Rohan parked the carriage near the house and Alfhed goes and knocks on the door. A short middle aged nord woman answers it, "Alfhed?! By the nine what are you doing here?"

"Poppa's gone." said Alfhed moving in for a hug, his aunt hug him back.

"Auntie Solva this is Rohan Satilus! The Dragonborn!" Alfhed points to Rohan.

"Nice to meet you madam." said Rohan shaking Solva's hand, "He need a ride here so I gave him one." Rohan didn't wanted to tell her the grim circumstances on how Alfhed really came here.

"Thank you so much! It was good that you brought him here! His brothers and sister is all caught with this pointless war, I don't where else he would've gone." said Solva.

"I'm just glad he is safe and well now, that's all."

"Would you like to come inside?"

"No thank you madam please, I have some pressing matters to attend you. Forgive me."

"Surely you would like a reward?"

"Just as long Alfhed is safe is the only reward I need."

"You are too kind."

Rohan bows his head, "Remember what I told you Alfhed."

"I will and thank you."

Alfhed watches Rohan ride his carriage away, standing at the doorway, "I'm going to be just like him someday."

"Of course you are dear." said Solva, "Now come inside, you're going to let the cold in."

-Back at Whiterun.

It was the middle of the night when Rohan got back, he decided to crash at Jorrvaskr for the night. As he walks to the Mead Hall he sees Vignar and Balgruuf sitting at the Shrine of Talos. "I fought with your father Balgruuf." said Vignar, "He was a strong hearted man and never stood down a fight."

"Yes Hrongar inherited his might." said Balgruuf.

"And you inherited his wisdom but your over cautious ways hasn't really done anything."

"What would you want me to do!? Join Ulfric's camp like you wanted it?!"

"I want you to show Skyrim that you have never turned your back on her!"

"Since when have I done that! What have a shown!?"

"You loyalty to the Empire makes people question your loyalty to them!"

"To them? You mean to Ulfric!? I will never bend a knee to that man! I will never draw a sword in his name! You see this Shrine!? Whiterun was the first city in all the Nine Holds to erect a Shrine of Talos, my father guarded this Shrine and his father before him down to generations! And they we're all loyal to the Empire like once you!"

"You may have never turned your back on the Empire but they sure as Oblivion turned their back on you! They bend their knee to Aldmeri tyranny!"

"And you think Ulfric is the answer!? Vignar your family is one of the most honored in Whiterun. I honor and respect all that your family has done for my family! All that I ask is that you bare with me in this! I don't need those snobby Battle-borns in my wake, I need the tradition and your family gives that."

"Ulfric promises tradition. I know he's a power hungry barbarian but I sure as shit knows that if he sits on that throne we will return back to the old way. Back to tradition. Do what you want you're the Jarl, just don't expect my word in anything." Vignar gets up and sees Rohan who listening the whole time, "That goes for you too." He walks on to Jorrvaskr.

"My Jarl may I ask why so negative Ulfric Stormcloak? It sounds as if you know him personally."

Balgruuf was silent, he lets out as sigh, "Come with me Rohan."

-Dragonsreach.

Balgruuf and Rohan walked the halls of the palace, "Ulfric's father and my father were friends. I would visit Windhelm with my father and so did Ulfric and his to Whiterun. Ulfric always liked to be the center of attention. Always fighting and dueling." Balgruuf flashed back forty years ago, when he was just a young 12 year old boy. It was Whiterun in Dragonsreach, Balgruuf's father the Jarl of Whiterun sat next Ulfric's father the Jarl of Windhelm. Balgruuf was dueling a thirteen year old Ulfric with wooden practice swords. Balgruuf was keeping a good guard, blocking Ulfric's attacks. But he loses his footing and Ulfric seizes the chance and strikes him with a powerful hit, disarming him. Balgruuf falls to the floor with a slight cut on his hand and Ulfric points his sword to Balgruuf's chest.

"If we were Jarls I would've taken your throne for my own!" boasted Ulfric.

"If we were Jarls I would be too busy tending to my own Hold before I start gaining territory." said Balgruuf.

"Ulfric's father, The Bear of Eastmarch was such kind and yet hardy man. My father respected him, Whiterun respected him and I respected him."

"Mine seeks to grow his power while yours seems to be satisfied what he was given." said the Bear Jarl of Windhelm, his voice was deep and playful.

"My father was always wise, they called him Sigriff the Wiser. He would teach me that to think before react and always consider the outcomes both positive and negative. I try my hardest to keep his words and laws in place."

"Balgruuf always seems to be quite cautious. Which could play good in some parts but I wonder how it would set him in the future, being Jarl means that you must take risk for the good of people." said the Jarl of Whiterun.

Ulfric stood over Balgruuf laughing, "Come on Balgruuf you wanna bout again?"

"My hand is ineffective thanks to you!" spat Balgruuf.

"How can you be a Jarl if you can't keep your sword hand well?"

"Ulfric!" shouts the Bear.

"Sorry father."

"I hope your training at High Hrothgar will bring a sense of peace in your little fighting soul." said the Bear.

"I envied Ulfric, I envied him so much! He was chosen by the Greybeards! He was chosen to become them! That is something that I always dreamt of doing but it was all going to Ulfric. Ulfric was to fiery to take of the Way of the Voice. I thought it was funny to see him take on pacifism."

"Is there no one else then?" says Ulfric.

"Perhaps the Jarl's younger son can fight you." Joked the Bear looking at a two year old Hrongar who was swinging a small toy sword around. The Jarls laugh but Ulfric wasn't.

"Then I see this boy, no younger than I. One Ulfric's companions who came along."

"I'll fight you Ulfric." says the boy.

"Oh shove on Ulfgard! You know I can hit you blindsided!"

"No this is a good idea." said Jarl Sigriff, "Balgruuf this is one of the traditions that you might face. If a commoner were to duel a Jarl the nord tradition holds it that any request is made for him if he is victorious no matter what it is."

"Pretend you are Jarl Ulfric." said the Bear, "And Ulfgard you challenge him to a duel."

Balgruuf hands Ulfgard his sword and Ulfgard ready himself. "Jarl Ulfric, I challenge you to a duel!"

"And what is your request!" said Ulfric.

"That you admit that you're just a whiney milk drinker!" Ulfgard jokes.

"We'll see about that!" Ulfric charges and Ulfgard jumps to side and counters.

"The duel went on for minutes of time. I never see such master at the sword as Ulfgard did. He was quick and smart with his attacks. Ulfric tried to hit him at every side but Ulfgard was fast with the block and quick with the counter."

Ulfgard strikes his sword hard, cracking Ulfric's sword as he blocks hit. Ulfgard bring his sword his sword to Ulfric's head but Ulfric blocks hit that. Ulfgard did a quick move with two strikes to the chest hitting Ulfric a bit and Ulfric brings it back with array of strikes and stabs. Ulfgard blocked with ease and with one good counter by blocking a hit to the right of his chest, he parries his sword and hits Ulfric hard in the stomach, knocking him down. "Alright!" coughed Ulfric, "I'm a milk drinker! I'm a milk drinker!"

The Jarls clap at the impressive display. "Excellent match!" says Sigriff, "Ulfgard is it?"

"Yes my Jarl." says Ulfgard, "Ulfgard Thunder-blade."

"Bron's son." said the Bear.

"Yes Rohan, I knew of your father. He was once a good friend to Ulfric. They fought in the same guard during the Great War, like I."

The flashback flashes forward ten years later.

"I commanded a small detachment. We were facing Aldmeri troops left to right in Burma."

"Get some men near the blockade now!" yells a now twenty two year old Balgruuf. Legion soldiers rushed to the barricade but it explodes killing them. A horse platoon of Thalmor soldier rode in and starts attacking. "Hold positions!" yelled Balgruuf as he sees the charging elves, "HOLD!" The thalmor got closer and Balgruuf braised for impact, "FUS RO DA!" shouts Ulfric coming in to the rescue. He pushes the thalmor back and some flee. The legions cheered and praised Ulfric, chanting his name. All but Balgruuf.

"How dare you use the Greybeards teaching in act of violence!" barks Balgruuf, "That is supposed to be used for peace!"

"How can there be peace when there is war!" said Ulfric.

"Don't be so hard on the man, Balgruuf, He just want to feel like a Dragonborn." joked Ulfgard.

"The Dragonborns are all dead and gone!" said Ulfric, "I'm the only thing close to it!"

"Ulfric was a such a valor soldier. Such a great warrior but arrogant when it came to power. Your father was such optimistic, far seeing man. The battle grew on in Burma and I didn't know how much we could take it."

A Thalmor cavalry comes and the battle wages on at Burma. Balgruuf quickly kills two altmer and runs near the gates. "Light the fires! We need to see more grown!" Ulfric was using his unrelenting force to push the enemies out of the way as his guard leads up. A giant fireball soars and hits the ground, Balgruuf gets caught in the mass. He falls to the ground his ears ringing and his eyesight blurring. He sees nothing but the boots of four thalmor soldiers coming to him, then he sees steel legion boots. The legion boots move fast and Balgruuf gets a clearer look and sees the boots were worn by a dunmer woman killing the thalmor with ease. "Are you alright sir?" says the dark elf, helping Balgruuf up.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."

"No problem sir."

"What is your name?"

"Irileth sir, first auxiliary."

"Well Irileth stick with me, cause I might you need you watching my arse as I make it to the gates."

A young nineteen year old Irileth smiled, "Of course sir!"

Balgruuf and Irileth fight their way to the gates, killing every thalmor soldier in their path. "Me and Irileth faced the battle strong as we made to the front. We needed to keep the gates closed so no more reinforcements could make it through. The walls were covered by Ulfric but the front needed to be sealed. We finally made it to the gates on to find thalmor fleeing. Your father Ulfgard had manned a catapult and aimed just right at the oncoming Thalmor platoon and hit them hard, causing the rest to fall back. He basically saved Burma that day but all was too busy gawking over Ulfric's power, the power he shouldn't use but to worship."

Balgruuf comes out of his flashback and back to Rohan. "Ulfric is loyal, Ulfric is strong hearted, and Ulfric will be good to you in the battle field. But Ulfric will always care about him first! The point of being a Jarl is that you put your people first always!"

"Back at the peace council, he said he knew my father." said Rohan.

"Aye he did, I got acquainted with your parents before Rohan. When we found out that he and his wife, your mother were killed by the Thalmor it angered me. It made me come up with that I will never surrender Talos and I will never surrender my heritage! But I will never surrender Ulfric's ploy and fancy neither! If he kept his blithering mouth shut then the Empire would pay no attention. But he and his mighty sons of Skyrim started pestering it and thus the Empire made those justicars come here!" Balgruuf calms down and continues, "When I return from Burma after the war, my father was on his last count of days. He was in his deathbed and I gripped his cold wrinkled hand for the very last time and he told me, 'The real power of being a Jarl is that we always have choices. That it's our choice that affects our people.' And he said his very lasts words, 'Choose well.'." He died that very second and the his steward put the crown on my head." Balgruuf turns to Rohan, "In Ulfric's eyes it's his side or we fight. I didn't ask for this, I didn't want any of this. My choice as a Jarl is to not face it. But Ulfric does not respect that."

Rohan just kept silent the entire time and finally spoke, "I'm joining the war. I'm going to fight."

Balgruuf nods and gives a small grin, "Choose well."

Word from the Writer: Quite the chapter huh? I liked to show the real drama in this which was what the game lacked in, I wanted to show more edge. Like I said I like Balgruuf and I want him to always play a great character in the story. I like Vignar too but him favoring the Stormcloaks make it difficult. Alright, I can finally get to the war part, thanks for being patient. Tell me what you think of this chapter and like I said if you have any questions feel free to ask! THANKS FOR READING! : )