Bah, he can shove his friendship. All he did was point me into the direction of the greybeards, after I saved his city for him and had to pay for my own house. He better have told me where the damn greybeards were. Friend my arse. It’s not like he listens to my side of things for the war, so how are we friends? He likes you until you start thinking for yourself. That’s not friendship. That’s what Delphine does if you decide you don’t want to kill Paarthurnax.
Plus, his pout is sexy. Mmm, the taste of your butthurt salty tears is so sweet, Bali baby.
"I noticed something telling about the characters of Tullius and Ulfric in the opening scene. When Alduin attacks, Tullius is concerned with the safety of the townspeople, completely ignoring Ulfric, despite how much of a political ‘prize’ he is. Ulfric, meanwhile… is hiding in a tower. Way to protect your people, Ulfric…"
The people under an Imperial banner who were just cheering for his death… Yes, lets risk the leader of the rebellion’s life and screw the second chance he has to continue and win the war to free his people. Lets just throw that second chance away to try and save the enemy and fight alongside the men that tried chopping off his head.
Man, some people. I feel like they play through the game blindfolded.
All that and Tullius shouting 8 seconds later: “Get out of here, you idiots, we’re leaving!”
One more bit of Skyrim fanart. Teenage Ulfric when he was Greybeard-in-training, sitting on a slope of the Throat of the World and observing the scenery. I wish Bethesda expanded his dialogue about High Hrothgar and his studies. It is perfectly written, but I still want more.
"These 5,000-year-old trees have emerged on a beach in Mid Wales …Thought to date back to the Bronze Age, the shin-high stumps became visible for the first time when the peat which once covered them was washed away in torrential rain and waves pounding the shore.
Folklore has it that Cantre’r Gwaelod, or the Sunken Hundred, a once-fertile land and township, was lost beneath the waves in a mythical age.
The land is said to have extended 20 miles west of the present Cardigan Bay, but disaster struck and Cantre’r Gwaelod was lost to floods when Mererid, the priestess of a fairy well, apparently neglected her duties and allowed the well to overflow.
(The stumps have been miraculously well preserved due to the conditions in the peat bog which are deprived of oxygen and usually have a high alkaline level. The lack of oxygen means microbes which rot things cannot grow, while the alkali pickles whatever it touches, helping to preserve it.)”