Chapter 24: Ulfric

 

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To loose his land, that was something Ulfric had truly never expected to happen.

His clan, the Black horn clan had held land in the woodlands for close to a hundred years, many winters had passed and countless people had moved into these lands but they had never lost their place, never until his reign.

The weakness from his father and grand fathers era accumulated until it recently led to his current situation. Ulfric though refused to accept defeat, and was prepared to make a come back but he knew to do so he needed more people and so he had set upon his quest of conquest allowing him to set his sights on some weak nameless clan.

Another of the losers who had fled to these lands this winter. Ulfric was a giant of a man standing at 7ft7, with his large muscular frame he inspired dread in his enemies. With his head completely shaven and decorated with tattoos of Skagossi design as well as runes, his red beard which reached all the way down to his chest was tied into three braids.

Ulfric looked down at his trusted people who sat around himself, they were in a heated discussion, deciding on how to conquer the nameless clan. Ulfric was both satisfied and disappointed as listened on to their talks, satisfied at the fact that they were able to plan for battles like this as he believed their minds would be of great use to him when it was time to reclaim their home.

At the same time he was disappointed an angry, how low had they fallen that they actually needed a plan to deal with the likes of a nameless clan. The clan he had grown up hearing about would have been able to take out a tribe like this in mere hours, yet... "get out" his anger slipped out as he spoke, his words brought about silence as his people turned to him wondering what had happened. 

"I said out the lot of you", his people already used to his ferocious temper that only got worse after his recent loss wasted no time in scurrying out of the tent. Not even waiting for all his people to head out he popped the cover of his wineskin and began to gulp it down with some of it trailing down the side of his lips and down into his beard.

*sigh* "shit still tastes like unicorn piss, why are you still her didn't you hear when I said everyone should get?" Ulfric gave a side eye to his son who simply stood staring at him, "You need to get your temper in check father".

"Do not tell me what to do boy" Ulfric spoke up whilst giving his son the side eye, "we have a war on the morrow and-" *Scoff* Ulfric interrupted his son with a scoff as he put the wineskin down and stood up.

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At full height he looked down at his son, at twenty he wasn't all that bad. He was just average, he had messy light brown hair with an beard. His green eyes stared into Ulfric's brown eyes, with his build and skills he was a descent warrior.

But a son of Ulfric should not be descent but the best. "A war you say, when did we fall to the point where we consider fights against such people as war"

"It was that same arrogance of yours that caused us to loose our home", His son's words struck a nerve as Ulfric took a step forward, grabbing him and lifting him by the throat.

His son began to squirm under his father's grip, he tried to take his fathers arm of his neck as he struggled to draw breathe.

"watch how you talk to me boy, I am Ulfric the Ox chieftain of the black horn clan and I will not be disrespected" Ulfric drew his son close to him as he spoke the last bit.

He watched as his son began to turn blue before he let him go, the pathetic brat greedily sucked in air as he let out a few coughs. Ulfric watched all this with growing disappointment in his eyes.

"On the morrow I will show you how a true warrior does battle, now get out" with those words he picked up his wineskin and continued to gorge himself with alcohol.

His son who laid on the rug looked to his father with anger in his eyes as he held on to his throat which once again bared a bruise mark due to the actions of his father.

Holding back the words he wished to say, he left the tent leaving his father who simply remained seated  continuing to drink from his wineskin, ignoring the rest of the world as though nothing else mattered.

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