Chapter 16 : The council
Viconia quickly got up, looking everywhere to find Martin.
Searching next to a pond, she heard the sound of water. She looked and saw Martin, in the water, washing himself. The view of the dragonborn, finally up and well, made the Drow full of joy.
She ran all the way in the water, just to end up, hugging Martin from his bare back.
The nord, feeling the Drow's hold, could answer but one thing. He put his hands on the ones holding him, saying softly, « Hey... ». Viconia tighten her hold on him, not being abble to say a word. The Nord let out a small laugh and responded, « It's not a Dragon that will get me... », he, then turned, took Viconia in his arms, and continued, « I said I would be back, haven't I ? ».
The Drow lightly smiled in Martin's embrase, and firmly answered, « If you do that again, I wake you by unscrewing your head from your shoulders. ». Martin smiled, « The worst is that you most certainly will succeed in doing so... ». Viconia did not said a thing, looking up at Martin's bruises, then, in his blue eyes, closed her brown ones, and kissed him.
Martin got dressed, and the couple decided to go back to the camp.
Once there, Martin greeted Faye, who just got up. The two women, then, proceeded to explain what happened, and what they must do. The Nord only responded by sighing and saying, « I have a feeling that it will not be simple... ». « Why not ? » asked Faye. « Skyrim is in civil war... and Whiterun is just in the center of it. It'll be difficult to make the Jarl go with the plan. » sighed Martin, again. « We're talking about saving your world here, right ? » said Faye. « And ? You think the men are wise enough to understand that ? », asked Viconia. « My God... » sighed Faye. « Yep... I must be one of the saniest man of the country... » smiled Martin. « That is to say, how much they are all crazy. » added Viconia, laughting lightly. The nord smiled without a word. A little after, they departed for Whiterun.
On the way, Viconia told Faye the kind of plans Martin could come up with. Prompting the bounty hunter to laugh each time.
Finally, they arrived at Whiterun.
Once in Dragonreach, before the Jarl.
« Dragonborn, what bring you here ? » he asked from up his throne. « I'm here to seek your help, my Jarl. I need to catch a dragon in Dragonreach's trap. ». The Jarl's eyes widen, and he answered to Martin, « Are you joking ?! The Stormcloak are at my doors ! And you ask me to weaken my defences to catch a dragon ? In an old trap that could, most likely, not work anymore ?! ». Martin kept calm, « We're taking about saving our world... » he said. « I understand, but the Stormcloak would not let this chance go away. » said the Jarl, getting up. « What do you want me to do ? Let the world burn ?! » said Martin. « Make a council, a peace have to be declared. We have to be sure that, neither the Empire, or the Stormcloak will attack while you trap the Dragon. Being the Dragonborn, I'm sure they'll listen to you. ». « And I have access to the last neutral zone in all of Skyrim... » added Martin, before continuing, « I'll make a peace... ». « What ? » snaped Faye, « You're gonna lose time with that ? The future of your world is on the line ! ». « It's quicker than fighting in this war, don't you think ? », said Martin, begining to get out of Dragonreach.
The team took a week. They traveled to Solitude, asking the general Tullius, leader of the imperial army in Skyrim, to participate in the council.
Then, they arrived at Windhelm, to ask the Jarl Ulfric Stomcloak. Once in the throne room, Martin saw a man he didn't saw in many months. Martin walked to him, « Ralof ? You're cured from our injuries ? ». « Ho, yes, thank you. You are ? » asked Ralof. « I'm Martin Shinestone, your sister must have talked to you about me. ». « Ha, yes ! My savior ! Without you, I wouldn't even be here ! It's an honnor ! » smiled Ralof, « You are here to help the Sromcloak to take Skyrim back ? » he asked. « Not... Exactly... I need to see the Jarl. » responded Martin. After saying good bye, Ralof let Martin go.
Upon arriving before the Jarl, Viconia commented, « In the series of 'Random encounters'... »
What followed was simple, Martin asked the Jarl to go to the council.
The team resumed their way to the High Hrothgar.
After two days of travel. They arrived. Martin said to the Grey-Beard that the warlords would be here soon. Arngeir was not pleased with the idea, but accepted, knowing it may be the only way.
All the High Hrothgar was preparing for tomorrow's council. Rare thing, Viconia, Faye and Martin seen themself offered to stay the night in the temple.
The next day, the two side, Stormcloak and Empire, finally came for the council. Once installed, the general Tullius and Ulfric, with their second hand, were already arguing.
They argued about the Thalmor chief that was ''not supposed to be here'', either way, Martin said that so long she do not interrupt anything, she could stay. The two, uninvited last Blades arrived too, « You wanted to keep us away from this concil ? » said Delphine. Martin didn't responded and led her to a chair.
The concil stated. And Martin had to try calming down the two side.
After many minutes of unusefull arguing... Martin had had enough, hitting his fist on the table, he shouted « Enough !!! I'm fed up of your pointless arguing ! Alduin is feeding with the souls of our dead as we speak ! Each minutes I'm here, being the arbiter of your pointless debates, he become stronger ! If you continue like that ! You're going to kill us all ! I'm not here to make one side win ! I'm here to make you agree not to fight while I save the world ! ».While Martin catched his breath, Delphine said « The Dragonborn is right... the more we wait, the less odds he have to defeat Alduin... ». The two side kept silent for some seconds, then, Ulfric responded, « Fine... peace, the time you save the world... », and Tullius simply answered with a nod. This was decided, peace was on the way, and Martin could finally save the world.
Once everyone was gone, Delphine walked to Martin, « We know for Paarthurnax... » she said.
Next, chapter 17 : Odahviing.