Poll: Empire or Stormcloak?
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Oh, aye, I gathered my Amulet of Talos and journeyed forth to Ulfric's castle, only to learn along the way he were naught but a lowly murderer and a liar of most unabashed magnitude.
When I overheard him and his cronies plot a betrayal of the good Nords of Whiterun, where I had recently been raised to an honorable Thane, I muttered my excuses and turned back whence I came. As I made my way to my adopted home, I learned more of the oppressive Thalmor and how those damned elves had set the land to ruin, and decided I would join the Legion, keeping my ancestral homeland safe from a wave of vengeance I thought would surely follow should Skyrim declare itself apart from the empire. The Altmer are a cruel race who would never stand to see a free land of true Nords. So I made my way to Solitude.
Once there, I met met the general in command of the Legion in Skyrim. A soft, aged Imperial full of the ignorance typical of his ilk. His kind were the reason I made my return to the land of my ancestors. I could not serve under this man's command, lest his condescension pry loose from me a violent rage. I left, disgusted and disheartened. As I traveled the wearying road home, I came across one of them. Those damned Altmer, those accursed Thalmor oppressors. I looked on, and beheld that there were two others with him, standing smug in their gaudy robes. I saw a young breton, a lad only just entered into manhood, bloodied and bound, dragged behind them. I asked what the man had done to deserve such brutality. With a sneer only an elf could muster, the leader, the one whom I had first seen, replied that the breton had knowledge of a Talos cult, and word be tortured until he divulged it. And that, information or none, the lad would not survive his mutilations.
I quaked with rage. My knuckles went white as I gripped the hilt of my blade. Fire born of wrath smoldered in my clenched fist. I let forth a mighty Shout and the two underlings were knocked away, then I plunged my dagger into the leader's neck. "Woe unto the deniers of Talos, and to the oppressors of Skyrim!"
As I looked over the scene of the slaughter, I beheld that, though the cursed elves were no more, the Breton had too left this world behind. Weakened as he had been, my careless Shout had crushed the last of his life from his chest. Disquieted, I returned home, leaving the bodies for the wolves.
My mission was clear.
I could not save Skyrim from the Empire.
I could not save the Empire from the Aldmeri Dominion who held its leash so chokingly.
I could not do any of these things.
But I could kill as many Thalmor as I could find.
When I overheard him and his cronies plot a betrayal of the good Nords of Whiterun, where I had recently been raised to an honorable Thane, I muttered my excuses and turned back whence I came. As I made my way to my adopted home, I learned more of the oppressive Thalmor and how those damned elves had set the land to ruin, and decided I would join the Legion, keeping my ancestral homeland safe from a wave of vengeance I thought would surely follow should Skyrim declare itself apart from the empire. The Altmer are a cruel race who would never stand to see a free land of true Nords. So I made my way to Solitude.
Once there, I met met the general in command of the Legion in Skyrim. A soft, aged Imperial full of the ignorance typical of his ilk. His kind were the reason I made my return to the land of my ancestors. I could not serve under this man's command, lest his condescension pry loose from me a violent rage. I left, disgusted and disheartened. As I traveled the wearying road home, I came across one of them. Those damned Altmer, those accursed Thalmor oppressors. I looked on, and beheld that there were two others with him, standing smug in their gaudy robes. I saw a young breton, a lad only just entered into manhood, bloodied and bound, dragged behind them. I asked what the man had done to deserve such brutality. With a sneer only an elf could muster, the leader, the one whom I had first seen, replied that the breton had knowledge of a Talos cult, and word be tortured until he divulged it. And that, information or none, the lad would not survive his mutilations.
I quaked with rage. My knuckles went white as I gripped the hilt of my blade. Fire born of wrath smoldered in my clenched fist. I let forth a mighty Shout and the two underlings were knocked away, then I plunged my dagger into the leader's neck. "Woe unto the deniers of Talos, and to the oppressors of Skyrim!"
As I looked over the scene of the slaughter, I beheld that, though the cursed elves were no more, the Breton had too left this world behind. Weakened as he had been, my careless Shout had crushed the last of his life from his chest. Disquieted, I returned home, leaving the bodies for the wolves.
My mission was clear.
I could not save Skyrim from the Empire.
I could not save the Empire from the Aldmeri Dominion who held its leash so chokingly.
I could not do any of these things.
But I could kill as many Thalmor as I could find.
Who is far enough in the game to actually tell who is "on the side of right"?
Its not really all about religious freedom, does Ulfric just wanna run Skyrim, or are the Eleves fucking up the rest of the Empire, I really should have paid more attention.
Its not really all about religious freedom, does Ulfric just wanna run Skyrim, or are the Eleves fucking up the rest of the Empire, I really should have paid more attention.
Yes. Yes you should have. recognition of Talos has been banned throughout the empire. They also are ruling the Empire perched on the backs of their own peoplemichiehoward said:
But Oblivion does. Martin needed the power of the Nine to complete his gate to Paradise. And he used a relic of Talos.Darth_Dude said:
Not to mention the blessings Talos grants his worshippers in the games.
Went straight to the stormcloaks. Talos is a legitimate and important God so screw the Thalmor(which basically own the empire atm). Also if the Empire rolls over for the Thalmor now they will lose if there is a rebellion against the thalmor as they have no spys and the thalmor basically owns them. No. If Tamriel is lost then you might as well go out with dignity with the Stormcloaks.
Not nearly far enough to have decided, but it seems like the Stormcloaks are the good guys, so I'll probably join them.
I havent made it far enough to choose a side in the Civil War but...from what Ive seen playing around in some of the main quest...is that the Empire is massive pussies who had their ass handed to them buy a bunch of Altmer and now are bitchwhipped into doing what the magical Nazis want them to do...So if Ulfric's racism has to be an issue...its not as annoying as knowing the Thalmor Gestapo are watching me...
To the whiterun fans, the town stayed the same, we killed some guards. -_- Who suffered?RT-Medic-with-shotgun said:
Actually I found a book called The Oblivion Crisis that mentions your Oblivion character repeatedly.Ruwrak said:
I went with the Stormcloaks, mainly because I've never really liked the Empire and they tried to kill me for doing fuck all at the start of the game. I am however, planning on making a save at some point and joining the Imperials to see their side of the civil war. No idea when I'll get round to that though.
I'm gonna edit that post -.-Kron_the_mad said:
They mention me a few times as the hero of Kvatch, but that is to far to small a notation for the savior of the empire as we know it. I mean come on, Martin only turned into a dragon.
't was me who did all the hard work :V
AT least gimme a big bag o gold
Neither. Fuck them both. The Empire tried to kill me and the Stormcloaks are effectively a nazi regime who care about Nords and only Nords, and want Skyrim to only be for the Nords.
They're both equally shit.
They're both equally shit.
My ideals are pretty impartial in the war, but I lean towards the empire. It seems that they are a lot less evil in the long run.
Stormcloaks seem to love the idea of racial cleansing, and expanding the motherland for the glory of theAryans... I mean Nords. Remind you of anyone?
Stormcloaks seem to love the idea of racial cleansing, and expanding the motherland for the glory of the