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"I fight for the men I've held in my arms, dying on foreign soil! I fight for their wives and children, whose names I heard whispered in their last breath. I fight for we few who did come home, only to find our country full of strangers wearing familiar faces. I fight for my people impoverished to pay the debts of an Empire too weak to rule them, yet brands them criminals for wanting to rule themselves! I fight so that all the fighting I've already done hasn't been for nothing! I fight... because I must."
―Ulfric Stormcloak

Don't worry, little Iona isn't dying. Just injured, tired, and battleworn. Supposed to be kinda early in her time as a Stormcloak...doesn't even have a proper cuirass yet. As for Ulfric, he's starting to care about the little wad of fluff. Alternate title is "If It Fits, I Sits"

Done with copic markers, micron inks, and colored pencil on smooth bristol board.

Description

"I fight for the men I've held in my arms, dying on foreign soil! I fight for their wives and children, whose names I heard whispered in their last breath. I fight for we few who did come home, only to find our country full of strangers wearing familiar faces. I fight for my people impoverished to pay the debts of an Empire too weak to rule them, yet brands them criminals for wanting to rule themselves! I fight so that all the fighting I've already done hasn't been for nothing! I fight... because I must."
―Ulfric Stormcloak

Don't worry, little Iona isn't dying. Just injured, tired, and battleworn. Supposed to be kinda early in her time as a Stormcloak...doesn't even have a proper cuirass yet. As for Ulfric, he's starting to care about the little wad of fluff. Alternate title is "If It Fits, I Sits"

Done with copic markers, micron inks, and colored pencil on smooth bristol board.