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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 9 - Gutpunch - A True Nord

She had been through drills, had practiced in groups, had been told many times (her mother never said anything just once) what to expect, but an actual to-the-death multi-unit engagement was something that had to be experienced in order to truly understand. That understanding brought with it an unexpected rhythm, one so strong that Dragonbait could practically feel it thrum up her legs. As her understanding deepened, so did the rhythm, until it was no longer just a beat but a song, then a chorus
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Trendil's story part 8 - Promotion

Warmth filled her, tugged her away from rest, toward consciousness. She wanted to resist, to stay in her warm shell but there was something intoxicating about the warmth. It was like sleeping in a cocoon but feeling the heat from the sun beckoning, a promise of a new and wonderful world filled with freedoms never imagined, with joys and…   “That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen! What in Oblivion were you thinking?!”   Lint blinked fuzzy darkness from her eyes, only to h
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Trendil's Story part 7 - Dragonbait

The big problem with choosing the military route for her vengeance was that it involved being in the military. There was no freedom of movement, no…   “Lint!”   …way to do things in an efficient…   “Lint! Pay attention!”   …way, and…   “LINT!”   Trendil blinked out of her thoughts to find Whip’s face an inch away from hers. He didn’t look happy.   “Wha…” was as far as she got.   “Dammit, Lint, have you gone deaf or s
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Trendil's Story part 6 - Welcome to the Stormcloaks

Trendil and associate stumbled into Windhelm exactly one week after they had left. Well, Trendil stumbled. Koren strode in insufferably confident steps. But, then, his head wasn’t twice the size as usual (excluding his hubris), nor was he pale and shaking. He had even been able to eat food on the trip back. Trendil, on the other hand, had all those symptoms and had been disinclined to ingest anything heartier than broth. She felt moderately better than she had the day after the encounter with th
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Trendil's story part 50 - Mother

The fire cracked. Someone laughed. Ma’iq’s ears twitched at some comment Marcus did not hear. The world kept moving; he was the only thing in it that had stopped.   He forced himself forward. Melissa Shae sat with the fire to her shoulder, one hand wrapped around a bowl of stew. Her face was turned toward the conversation but her eyes roved.   The Khajiit was mid-anecdote about a carriage, a goat, and a very unfortunate misunderstanding involving a Jarl's daughter. His e
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Trendil's Story part 5 - An Icy Reception

Trendil frowned at the warped wood as she finished the knot. Fortune had favored them – as it had not for some sailors of years past – by providing the remains of a ship run aground. There was enough loose wood to construct a boat of sorts. Something between a raft and a coracle, except without the stability of the first or the utility of the second. If you took the worst aspects of each and combined them, you would get something akin to what they had made.   She heard footsteps approa
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Trendil's story part 49 - Fortune's Delphic Game

Six days since the dragon flew off. Six day since Marcus had stood on what remained of the western wall (or, rather, what remained of what remained of it), arms crossed, watching the men gape as the corpse -- his corpse, their corpse, the trophy they had killed together -- shuddered, cracked, peeled itself off the shattered wall, and climbed into the sky. The wings had unfurled like sails catching wind, the rotted eye had regrown mid-flight. It had wheeled once, fixed each man in turn with
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Trendil's story part 48 - Growing Tensions

Four days after they had defeated the dragon, the corpse still lay across the broken western wall. It was an unfortunate time for the weather to give them a break from the cold -- the smell had started on the second day, sweet and metallic. By the fourth, the men had stopped walking on that side of the fort unless they had to. The carrion birds had arrived soon after, black specks circling lower with each pass until they grew comfortable enough to land. At first, the soldiers had chased them off
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Trendil's story part 47 - Plan C

Marcus and his men had been at Fort Amol for twenty-eight days, and Bent was restless.   That in itself was not remarkable. Bent grew restless in a queue, in a snowfall, in a conversation that went on too long. But this was a different sort of agitation, one Marcus had learned to recognize. Bent kept climbing the western wall to look north, kept asking for reports from the watch before the watch thought to give them. He kept muttering that it was wrong.   He was right that it
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Trendil's story part 46 - Fort Amol

Marcus woke before the horn, as he had every morning in the three weeks since the bulk of the army had marched north and forgot them.   Fort Amol was placed at the crux of a crucial intersection, a keystone on the path between Whiterun and Windhelm. So, naturally, it had sat dormant for years, aside from occasional bandit gangs. If Marcus had needed proof this war was once again fake, he was laying in the evidence. The land around them rested in that narrow band of silence that only ex
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Trendil's story part 45 - The "Siege" of Whiterun

They started with catapults, just like last time. Last time they had been effective at keeping the Imperials on their heels, at least, even if they hadn’t opened any breaches.   Well, except one.   This time…   The first stone never reached the wall.   Marcus watched it rise from the nearest catapult in a clean, graceful arc, a dark blot against the pale afternoon sky, aimed for a spot just above the bailey.   Then the stone shuddered and, befor
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Trendil's story part 44 - The Road to Whiterun

Dust rose in low, constant clouds beneath hundreds of boots, coating cloaks, armor, and the inside of Marcus’ mouth. It wasn’t something he had thought about, back when he…or, rather, she had been leading companies in circles in the Reach. If he ever was in command again, he’d remember what it was like to be in the back of the formation on these long treks. Maybe rotate the companies so the same people weren’t at the back all the time.   Ahead, banners snapped in the wind: blue and whi
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Trendil's story part 43 - The Usurped Patrol

The one bright side of the calamities that had befallen the Stormcloaks – the loss of Company E, the lack of reinforcements since they had not procured the Jagged Crown, their missing second-in-command – was that their manpower was low enough that even Company D had to start taking patrols. It was a relief to get out of the city, even though it put Marcus in daily close quarters with Jaunty, who he grew to hate more and more with each passing day.   It started with the restrictions on
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Trendil's Story part 42 - Happy 0th Anniversary

Fredas, the nineteenth of Hearthfire in the year 201. The happiest day of Trendil’s life.   Fifty-one days earlier, she and Marcus had met in the very earliest hours of the morning on the outskirts of the city of Dragonstar and fled together to the south. Ten days later, they had passed through the gate into Skyrim. Thirty-two days after that, they had arrived in Riften and nine days later, on the very day her dress was finished, they had wed in the Temple of Mara.   On Freda
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Trendil's Story part 41 - The Fruits of Rumor

The one good thing about being a regular soldier in Company D was that their commanding officer thought of them as little more than servants and treated them as such. Including, while Cuss and Happy were on guard duty outside the thin door to his office, talking freely to his favorite nephew.   “Ah, Francis. Have a seat, won’t you? Care for a drink?”   “I…thank you, Uncle.”   “Of course. You are my favorite nephew. Have I ever told you that? It is true. Here.”
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Trendil's Story part 40 - Planting a Seed

Cuss stood on the wall and looked out over the parapet toward the hill that blocked the view to the salt flats. Somewhere out there, Whip was leading a company with Bent in it. If things went as they had, they would be facing a dragon and then come upon a company of Imperials. Last time, Lint had been there to make sure (almost) everyone came out alive. This time, Cuss was stuck on the walls hoping Bent returned. He had never thought of himself as the “worried woman waiting at home” sort, yet he
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Trendil's Story part 4 - A Lesson Hammered Home

She should have seen it coming. Should have known. That made it her fault – no one else’s. Including the man who was currently raping her.   “How about that, whore? You like that?” He panted the words in her face as he pumped. His hands pinned her wrists to the floor of the tent, but he had otherwise given up his only advantage – his weight no longer held her legs down, so engrossed was he in his own dick. She could have killed him a dozen times, could still, right this moment, throw h
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Trendil's Story part 39 - The Continued Woes of Company D

It couldn’t be so easy, of course. Jaunty was still Jaunty, in this world or any other. It hadn’t taken long for Cuss to realize his nebulous “get Jaunty’s ear” plan would never pan out – the only people the fop would listen to were other nobles.   He sulked over a drink in the tavern, ignoring everyone around him. That is, until one of those everyones plopped himself down on the chair across from him.   “Hey, Dragonsnack! Why the long face?”   Bent’s familiar voice
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Trendil's Story part 38 - Welcome (Back) to the Stormcloaks

“Right!”   Bearmane’s voice rang around the room, but for the first time since Marcus had known the man, he did not garner everyone’s full attention. Even Bearmane could not upstage…   “Dragons are myths, there’s no way someone saw one. Stop spreading stupid rumors.”   “They say it was as big as a mountain!”   “My aunt’s best friend’s dog's former owner’s cousin’s friend saw one two years ago in…”   “Do you think we’ll get to fight one?”  
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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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