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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 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 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 1 - Massacre at Haemar’s Pass

The rushing wind rebounded off the cliffs, mimicking the sea breaking itself against the merciless rock of a shore. The acrid reek of steel, leather, blood. Everywhere, blood. Fury given form, gushing red rivers ground into paste so the soil looked like baked clay.   Then, silence. A silence so vast it could fill an ocean, yet so sharp it pierced the soul. It lasted for a heartbeat, maybe two, but felt like a lifetime. Maybe two. The kind of quiet reserved for sacred places. Or graveya
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