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When an Imperial ambush destroys everything and everyone she loves, Trendil decides to take her revenge in the only way she knows: joining the Stormcloaks.

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Trendil's Story part 37 - Prey for Peace

Time was a strange thing. Especially when it had been reset. It was early in the morning of Sundas, the 17th of Last Seed. Trendil and her not-yet-husband hadn't even left Hammerfell at this point in her previous life. There were still forty days to go before the ambush that had killed her husband was supposed to happen, fifty-five days before previous her officially joined the Stormcloaks. It made no sense, and her head spun trying to reconcile it for what felt like the four-hundredth time. 
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Trendil's Story part 36 - New Trial, Same Old Tricks

It was a simple enough layout. The slavers clearly had no military background – their camp was just a disorganized mess of tents loosely gathered on the shore. The cove was deep enough that their ship was docked to a rough-hewn pier that appeared to be made of driftwood tied together with knotted rope. Marcus breathed a sigh of relief – trying to get to a ship anchored off the coast would have been a challenge even with a full company at his back.   He felt a pang at the thought of the
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Trendil's Story part 35 - So You Want to be a Stormcloak. Again.

If there was one thing he could change about the gender-reversing potion, Marcus mused as he made his way from the recruiter’s table to the courtyard filled with Stormcloak wannabes, it would be for it to cause the body to grow taller because, alas, even though he was far wider and thicker than before, he remained his usual 5’ 5”. It had only been a day since he had become a man, yet he had already been called several variations on “short:” shortstack, mini-man, lamnut, skeevie, runt, just play
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Trendil's Story part 34 - Sword Training

Trendil had only had a few brushings with the black market in her previous life - the soldiers were, after all, ostensibly on the side of the law – but it was the only place to get some of the more coveted luxury goods that came out of Cyrodil and had been the most poorly-kept secret in the barracks. Considering the way some things had changed, Trendil was grateful to find her old contact from the Thieves’ Guild was alive and doing his job, just as before. Not that he remembered her, of course,
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Trendil's Story part 33 - Unexpected Hurdles

Trendil had an ongoing headache by the time she and the women she had rescued reached Windhelm, stemming solely from the constant complaints from said women, none of whom wanted to go to Windhelm because, as they said many (many many) times, the wedding they had been traveling to see was in Solitude. Only Trendil’s “offer” to drop them off where they were shut them up, and that only for a brief time.   So she was already annoyed when the guard at the foot of the bridge to Windhelm stop
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Trendil's Story part 32 - Forewarned is Forearmed

Trendil stooped and picked up a fallen sword, just in case the runners came back or some of the fallen soldiers became feisty, then plopped down on a stone and, as her breath and heartrate began to slow, she tried to make sense of…well everything.   She was not in Solitude. That much had been apparent from the start, though she had not had time for it to truly register. She was on a road, a pass through mountains, from the look of it. A perfect place for an ambush.   She clos
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Trendil's Story part 31 - In the Company of Imperials

The wind stopped and Trendil blinked her eyes open. She heard sounds - voices pitched to a conversational tone. Birds chattering as a light breeze ruffled branches. Someone nearby laughed.   Trendil’s brain seized up, trying to make sense of what she felt. The pain that had filled her body was gone, except for a small cramp that was beginning to creep up her calf. She looked around in a wild panic and found herself laying under what appeared to be a broken and overturned wagon. She sho
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Trendil's Story part 30 - The Shout Heard 'Round the World

Trendil leaned on the heavy branch, willing her body forward. Just…a…few…more…steps. Her body had only two feelings: omnipresent pain and infant-level weakness. It was only by sheer force of will that she dragged herself through the ruined gateway of what remained of the ruined city of Solitude. Once past the gateway, she allowed herself to collapse, sucking in pained breaths as she surveyed the half-a-city that remained.   She wasn’t sure why she had bothered – there was nothing left
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Trendil's Story part 29 - Slaughter at Solitude

“And that’s the plan.”   Dragonspite sat and tapped his finger against his thigh, eyes never wavering from Trendil’s. She smiled.   “That bad, huh?”   He shook his head and got to his feet, then stretched, his fingers pushing into the low tent ceiling. “That may be your worst plan yet.”   “I know! That’s why it is sure to work.”   “Your reasoning is as solid as ever. Which is the same solidity as a foundation built on quicksand.”   “Oh,
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Trendil's Story part 28 - Dragonbridge

(Quick note: for those who do not follow all four of my stories, THIS CHAPTER from Sloan's story contains the portion where, thanks to Sloan, Swordsinger and Hammerleaf (now Trendil and Dragonspite) learn the truth of the war: that there isn't really a war going on - the entire thing has been staged for the purpose of making a handful of people more wealthy and powerful. This is why Trendil has taken it upon herself to promote her entire Regiment to make them the primary Stormcloak army. which g
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Trendil's Story part 27 - Criss Cross

Swordsinger grunted in annoyance as her hands reflexively tugged at the gown. Acting as a noble was more difficult than she remembered. Mingling in courts had been part of her training (albeit the part she had been worst at) but now, after six years of war, her body had forgotten how to move in the silken clothes. And every step with the heeled shoes made her ankles shake. She was just one misstep away from a nasty sprain. She couldn’t remember the last time she had worn such an outfit.  
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Trendil's Story part 26 - Morthal, With a Dash of Betrayal for Flavor

“That can’t be true.” Swordsinger’s heel tapped staccato beats on the dirt ground hard enough for Hammerleaf to place a discrete calming hand on her thigh under the rough-hewn table. She stopped, but it took concentrated effort.   The scout shrugged. “That’s what we thought but I swear it is. We circled the city at least half a dozen times and Lurching put on civvies and walked right on in through the front gate.”   Swordsinger shook her head. “Morthal is the fourth largest c
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Trendil's Story part 25 - The Beginning of the End of the Beginning part 3

Swordsinger supposed the number of strange looks they got as they walked through the camp were to be expected. Her own mind was reeling, so she could only imagine what her Companies might have felt upon seeing her with two doppelgangers. It was beyond bizarre, and she could not begin to fathom how to find the pieces to this puzzle, let alone put them together.   They reached the command tent just as Hammerleaf stepped out and the entire thing became worth the confusion just to see the
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Trendil's Story part 24 - Rebellion Against the Rebellion

“Company R arrived today.”   Swordsinger sighed as she glanced up from the map. “Finally. That’s the last one, as I recall.”   “Yes.” Hammerleaf grinned. “Unless you have reconsidered and want to pull Jaunty’s family in.”   Swordsinger snorted. “No. I’m sure there are already plenty of Jaunty spies in the companies we have who will be happy to start spreading rumors as soon as we make the announcement. We don’t need more of his people here to help spread those fires
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Trendil's Story part 23 - The Elf

“It’s good to be back home.”   Hammerleaf snorted. “Somehow this is home already?”   “Well…it’s the closest thing we’ve come to it in a while.”   “Fair enough. Looks like Woody has kept things in good order.”   So it appeared. Swordsinger cast an eye over the valley. Where once had been Foresworn tents and hovels, sturdy defenses had sprung up. A palisade protected the cave entrance while the already rough ground surrounding it was a maze of spiked fence r
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Trendil's Story part 22 - The Secrets of Sky Haven Temple

Swordsinger didn’t know what she expected, but whatever those hidden expectations may have been, they were erased in a moment by the reality.     The stairs led to a room that was not quite as big as the one they had just left but was still large enough to dwarf any palace throne room. Doors stood in the stone wall to the left and stairs led further up and in along each wall but she only registered those details through an oblique lens – her eyes were drawn with helpless immediacy
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Trendil's Story part 21 - Retreat at Karthspire

“Dammit! Pull back! Get to the cave!” Swordsinger cut through the dragon’s icy blast but it hadn’t been aiming at her, so she only managed to keep some of it from hitting the backs of the retreating squad. Someone’s scream was cut short as his lungs flash froze and his lifeless body crashed to the ground.       Swordsinger cursed, only able to spare a glance as she was forced back. The hagraven popped back out of the leather hut it had hidden in when the dragon approached an
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Trendil's Story part 20 - Bogged Down in The Reach

Swordsinger glanced up at the bluff high above Fort Sungard. “Hammerleaf.”   “Yes, oh fearless leader.”   “How many times have we taken this fort?”   “Including now? Four.”   “As I recall, last time we were here, I gave you very explicit instructions on what to do if we wound up coming back.”   “I’m not going to bash in your skull with my hammer until there is nothing left but the sunken remains of your brains buried in your chest cavity.”  
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Trendil's Story part 19 - Enter the Morass

“This is your fault, you know.” Swordsinger glanced up at the bluff high above Fort Sungard. It had probably seemed a fabulous natural fortification at the time the place was constructed – it hugged two thirds of the complex like arms holding a child, leaving only a narrow and easily-defended portion available for any would-be attackers.  Alas for the Foresworn who had taken up residence, the designers had not taken into consideration the Nords’ mountain climbing ability – bred in the bitter pea
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Trendil's Story part 18 - Whisperfoot

Merry (early) Christmas! My gift to you is one chapter from each of my stories. Thanks for your interest in them!   _____________________________________________________     “I’m sorry, where did you say we’re going?” Hammerleaf furrowed his brow in that adorable way that meant he was completely lost. Swordsinger suppressed a smile, which was not hard to do, given the latest orders.   “Fort Greymoor.” Swordsinger slapped the orders onto the table and rubbed her
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Trendil's Story part 17 - The Dragon Dilemma

Hammerleaf looked over his shoulder at the setting sun and made the stupid grunt sound he always made when he was annoyed. “Why are we here again?”   Swordsinger sighed as she kicked her horse into a faster trot as the road leveled out. “Why do you keep asking that? You know the answer.”   “Yes, but it still doesn’t make sense. The siege of Falkreath begins tomorrow and we’re three hundred miles away.”                        “Falkreath was built in a valley and mos
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Trendil's Story part 16 - Revelation at Fort Neugrad

Pride rested her hands on her hips and tilted her head at the distant fort. “Looks like our job just got easier.”   Swordsinger watched the dragon make another fire-spewing dive. “How so?”   “Well, that dragon is going to take out their defense for us.”   “True. But then we’ll have to fight the dragon. I’d rather take my chances with the Imperials.”   Pride raised her eyebrows. “You’ve already killed one, haven’t you?”   “Yes, and I almost died w
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Trendil's Story part 15 - The Fall of Whiterun

The rhythmic sound of the catapults winding and releasing, the heavy whine of flame-coated boulders slicing through the air, the boom as those same boulders reached their destinations with fearful impact, both inside and outside the walls; the screams of soldiers who did not get out of the way in time. All of it together created a cacophony of noise that made it impossible to hear a word of what was probably a very rousing speech by Galmar.   Apparently Swordsinger was not the only one
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Trendil's Story part 14 - Dibella's Consecration

“We don’t have to do this,” Hammerleaf mumbled as they wound their way through the couples.   “Yes we do.” Swordsinger ground her nails into her palms to forestall the silent scream that wanted to burst from her lips.   “The Dibellans will provide consorts. We don’t…”   “No, we need to stick together. A priest or priestess would demand all of our attention. This is…perfect. We can study the walls from closer than we would otherwise have dared.” She stuck to that tho
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Trendil's Story part 13 - Scouting Whiterun

“I feel like everyone is staring at us.” Hammerleaf fidgeted with the collar of his shirt as he cast wary eyes around Whiterun’s marketplace.   Swordsinger straightened the bodice of her dress to hide her own nerves as she angled toward a fruit stand at the edge of the square. “They will be if you don’t stop acting so suspicious. Calm down. I thought you said you could act.”   “That was before I knew every damn Imperial in Skyrim would be here.”   There were far mor
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