The wolf and the lioness - The battle of Dawnstar (Patreon)

Cirilla Fiona Ellen Rianon, Near Dawnstar

"All set, Lady Ciri," said one of Solitude's captains, clad in his armor and ready to fight

"Perfect, let the soldiers get ready, we will send the gifts that my husband prepared for the arrogant Jarl," said the warrior maiden mounted on her white steed, looking determinedly towards the "walls" of Dawnstar

The captain nodded and walked over to his men to get ready, while Jon rode calmly toward his lioness

"Everything in order?" asked the Winter Lord, as he dismounted and looked with approval at the huge catapults that had been prepared for the conquest of Dawnstar

Made of wood, designed by Jon, built by Solitude's master craftsmen and enchanted by Jon himself, they had a special gift for old Skald

After consulting the plan with Elisif, his obedient queen had said something particular, Jon was assuming that Skald would act as a ruler of High Rock and escape as soon as he sensed danger

However, the Jarl of Dawnstar was a proud Norse, he would be fighting in the front row, with his men

Making things easier for Jon, being honest

The soldiers were moving in synchrony, at this point, the city knew they would be attacked, the wooden walls and the few towers of the harbor were full of activity, although they were disorganized, it was evident that they did not expect an attack

"Jarl Jon, movement at the gate, horsemen, small group, white flag," said the captain

Ciri frowned, not knowing what the old Jarl might want

Jon simply nodded, at the same time riding towards the riders, being accompanied simply by his lioness

He didn't need more escort

After tense minutes, both groups found themselves in the middle of the battlefield, two battle sorcerers facing a full battalion of Norse warriors

The Winter Lord looked at his rival for the first time, the old man had a firm and rough bearing, carrying a battle axe and Nordic armor, he looked quite competent

"Jarl Skald," said the young commander simply, while behind him Solitude's soldiers prepared for battle, more than five thousand men, ready to knock at the gates of Sovengarde, if necessary

Although Jon would be in charge of denying entry to as many of his men as possible

The man did not deign to respond to Jon and simply looked Jon up and down with obvious contempt and arrogance in his gaze

A recurrent attitude, in most rulers unfortunately

With a grunt, Skald replied

"Things must be really bad in Solitude if a brat like you commands Haafingar's troops," said the bald man

A common tactic, looking to throw your opponent off balance, a tactic destined to fail someone like Jon

"Surrender now, and you will be treated fairly, surrender now and humble yourself before the ruby throne, and keep your title and your lands, surrender now and prevent fathers, mothers and children from being buried," Jon said in an icy voice, looking directly into the old man's crooked gaze

Skald for his part simply spat at Jon's feet, and snapped

"Our knees do not bend imperial dog, we are children of Skyrim, Subjects of King Ulfric Stormcloak, dash your troops against our walls, our brothers and sisters are ready"

Arrogance and contempt abounded in this man, Jon thought with amusement

However, he had one last trump card he wanted to use, before sending thousands of men into a situation as dangerous as a battle

With agility and a single leap, Jon got down from his horse and drew his sword, burying it in front of the enemy warriors, opening his arms, in an obvious gesture of defiance

"You boast of Ulfric's victory, and call him your king, after a single combat with King Torygg, then I, Jon Snow of Daggerfall, challenge you, Skald of Dawnstar, to a single combat, for the right to rule the province of the Pale," Jon intoned firmly

At those words, Ciri laughed loudly, quite amused by the situation, while the soldiers of Skald looked at each other indecisively, the words, the gestures and the ritual had been done perfectly

It was a challenge, for the entire province and the city of Dawnstar

And the martial culture of Skyrim demanded that such daring be answered

Skald snorted, though Jon could see the caution in his eyes

"I know your reputation, Jon Snow, battle mage of the High Rock province, you are not reliable, you will use your magic in the challenge" said the old man stupidly

"Curious, you didn't think the same when the coward Ulfric used the Thu'um to assassinate King Torygg in a single combat," said the young wizard, a mocking smile on his face

At those words, Ciri simply laughed louder, while the Skald soldiers began to mumble to each other, finding meaning in Jon's words

The Winter Lord, smelling blood, went for the final thrust

"Or is Jarl Skald a coward milk drinker, who doesn't have the balls to respond to a challenge, hiding behind the lives of his men?" said the young warrior mockingly, as he prepared for the explosion

Skald roared furiously and taking his axe, he lunged at Jon, filled with anger at the suggestion of his cowardice

Act, Jon was waiting for

With alarming speed, Jon stepped out of the axe's path, and grabbed his axe, launching a lethal slash at the elderly Jarl

“DUEL!” shouted his own Norse warriors, as they formed a large circle around Jon and Skald

The old man Jarl had experience on his side, while Jon possessed youth, cunning and reflexes, both made feints, both launched precise and lethal attacks and both turned away at the last second of the other's attack

It was evident that both were skilled warriors

For half an hour, both rivals danced with steel, a lethal choreography that will end in a bloodbath

That, was for certain

"Die once and for all, you insolent brat," Skald snapped with hatred in his eyes, the old man inhale sharply, his arm hurt, and raising his axe was becoming more and more heavy and difficult to use

Jon, for his part, replied calmly, something he knew would make the insolent old man even more angry

"Hurry up to cross to Sovengarde, you insolent old cunt, I have a city to conquer and a false king to break" Jon said calmly and confidently, at the same time increasing the speed of his cuts, catching Skald off guard and making a deep wound in his arm

"AAAHHGG" shouted the old man, as he took two steps back, and held his wound tightly, while looking at Jon with hatred

But also with fear

Like a cornered dog, Skald lunged furiously, but without technique towards Jon, his axe now being held in one hand, making his movements even slower and more predictable

Calmly, Jon avoided the cut and kicked the old man's chest, sending him embarrassingly to the ground, where he began to gasp, trying to fill his lungs with air again

"Weak, old and undisciplined," Jon sneered, as he prepared his sword for the final thrust

To his credit, Skald was preparing to die with dignity, axe in hand and fighting towards the end, something Jon could respect, to be honest 

Jon readied his sword and thrust into Skald's throat, who resigned himself to receive it

However... Jon sensed danger, and trusting his instinct, he looked up, to see an arrow heading towards his chest

A cowardly act

Jon moved at the last moment, causing the date to hit not tear his face, causing a wound on his face

“TREASON!!!” He shouted completely furious, his eyes flashed with magic power and his sword gained a glow of ice magic, at the same time as Skald's warriors, the famous Stormcloaks pounced on Jon, hoping to overwhelm him with numbers

"LET ME GO, I'VE LOST, LET GO," Skald shouted furiously, as Dawnstar's doors closed to protect its Jarl and Ulfric's treacherous warriors

Ciri, frowning and watching the cowardly Norse warrior lift Skald and place him on horseback, raised the war horn and, watching as her beloved wolf tore the rebellious morons to pieces, blew the horn

Haafingar's army shouted in unison, sending a powerful roar towards the city, at the same time that the catapults, previously prepared with the special packages, began the assault on the city

The Battle of Dawnstar Had Begun

Cirilla Fiona Ellen Rianon, Dawnstar, at the same time

Ciri watched as Jon ended the lives of the ones who dared to defy him

"You'll have a scar my love, we'll be even" said the beautiful woman with amusement, watching as Jon used restoration magic to heal the wound, although it was evident that it would leave a scar

Jon just snorted with amusement on his face and said

"An expected result, one more blow to the reputation of Ulfric and his gang, I will take care of the waters my love, you are in command of the troops" said Jon, at the same time that a blue glow enveloped him, disappearing at once

Ciri simply shook her head, as Arwena arrived, escorted by Thalmor soldiers, who were impressed by the precision and discipline with which Jon's soldiers moved

Because at this point, even Ciri knew that these soldiers were not following Elisif, Solitude, or the emperor

These were men loyal to Jon

A dangerous precedent for many, something she would have to talk to her husband about

"The plan went perfectly," said Arwena, at the same time that another roar was present and the catapults launched another round towards the walls, which were practically destroyed

Ciri sighed heavily, and spoke

"I thought it would all end quickly, I must stop being so gullible," said the beautiful lioness, at the same time that her armor appeared on her beautiful body

It was elegant, made of silver with a blue cape, designed for swift and lethal movements, magically empowered by her beloved husband and allowing Ciri to channel magic more effectively

A fucking masterpiece, in a nutshell

Ciri took out her beloved sword, the one given to her in her home world, and began to give orders

"SHIELD WALL, HEAVY LEGIONNAIRES IN FRONT AND SPEARMEN BEHIND, ARCHERS IN THE REAR, DIAMOND FORMATION," shouted the beautiful woman

The captains did not respond, but obeyed instantly, at the same time as the catapults launched another attack

And although the walls of Dawnstar were solid and robust, ideal for withstanding the harsh winds of the North Sea, they did not have what it took to stop Jon's enchanted shells, so on the third attack, the wood, stone and mortar gave way, leaving the city defenseless

“ATTACK!" Ciri shouted, as he began to ride towards the city, where the Stormcloak soldiers and the Jarl's guards were trying to form a desperate defense

Useless, in the opinion of the silver lioness

The rebel soldiers tried to make a pathetic defense, trying to imitate the disciplined shield wall of the soldiers of Haafingar, although the sight was simply pathetic, wooden shields and iron spears, accompanied by the occasional steel tool

A moment of silence, a prelude to the inevitable collision, and then

Chaos, the first battle of Skyrim's civil war had begun

Although calling it a battle was being quite generous, it was a fucking massacre

The heavy shields of the vanguard deflected all enemy attacks, while steel arrows and spears shattered the wood of the shields and the flesh of the enemies

Ciri, eager for a fight, simply rode quickly to the front, looking for some important objective, but it was for nothing, the city was small and in a couple of hours, half of it was taken

Dawnstar has fallen, of that she had no doubt, the warriors fought with courage, but courage was useless when you were faced with an armored shield and a steel spear

The damage to the city was minimal, all the soldiers knew that the city had to be taken, not destroyed

Ciri walked through the fight with precision and lethality, eliminating soldiers, until she found the Jarl's house, a building of considerable size, but evidently inferior to the Blue Palace

With a snort, the silver lioness kicked the door open, cutting in half two soldiers stupid enough to attack her

And then, he found a Norse warrior, sheathed in steel armor and sword with orc smithing, evidently of better quality than a normal steel sword

"You're late imperial bitch, my Jarl is on his way to Windhelm, to the safety of the Palace of Kings," said the man, as he prepared for the fight

Annoyed and furious, Ciri simply took her sword with both hands and walked towards the man, ready to fight

The imbecile gave a cry of fury and readied his sword to fight the silver lioness

Poor imbecile, he didn't know what he was getting into

With alarming agility, Ciri dodged the first cut and responded with one of her own, from the navel to the neck, ending the life of the Nordic imbecile in an instant, and with him, the last stand of the city

Ciri gracefully walked up to the "Throne" of the city and took a seat calmly, crossing one leg over the other, giving her an air of unparalleled femininity and power

Minutes later, Arwena entered the store, with her back straight and an arrogant look, who upon seeing her, bowed her head in respect

"Princess Ciri, the city has been taken, the Stormcloak fled, while the city guards surrendered, we wait for orders," Arwena said

Ciri nodded and asked calmly

“The Jarl?”

One of the captains stepped forward and shook his head

"It's not in town, though locals mention that a small boat left the dock not long ago, heading for Winterhold."

Arwena and Ciri snorted, apparently their beloved wolf had been right

"Send a message to Elisif and Tulius, Dawnstar is ours, that our man began to fortify the place, let Tulius send an imperial camp to guard the borders and begin operations in Winterhold," Ciri ordered

Everyone presents nodded and left the place, however, when Arwena planned to do the same, Ciri's voice stopped her in her tracks

"Arwena" said the lioness in a peculiar tone of voice

The young elf swallowed, recognizing Lady Ciri's tone of voice

"Yes, my Lady?" she ask in a trembling and anxious voice, getting an idea of what would happen next

"As soon as my wolf captures Skald, he will want to celebrate the success of the battle, and nothing like a virgin, tight and wet elven pussy for that, bathe and perfume yourself, today you will be claimed by my husband and me" said Ciri with a mischievous and dominant smile

Arwena looked down, and simply responded, with desire in her voice

"Your wishes are orders, Mistress Ciri" and immediately after, the young sorceress left the place

Anxious and needy for tonight

Neither was aware of the consequences that this battle will bring to the province and that the most powerful man and woman of Skyrim will fear something that they are not used to

Fear