Chapter 1
'A Delay of Execution'

Skyrim was a harsh place to live in with its freezing snow and barren lands that made it ideal for mammoths, giants, saber tooth tigers, trolls, and frost spiders. It was home for many years by the Nord's who claimed it as their lands many eons ago. For such a beautiful land with its graceful mountains towering the sky that even the mighty gods could see, to live in such a land came with a price. Evil roams the land, bandits and other monstrosities try to destroy what Nirn had graced upon them. To add to that, a war broke lose, Nord against Nord, it was as if the daedra were smiling upon this while the divines writhed from the shadows. A new light will soon burn bright giving the people in the land hope, but if evil surpasses, everything that ever lived would soon face Oblivion.

The leaves rustled in the wind as spotted brown and white colored horse trotted down a cobbled road, toiling as it pulled a wagon down the road, eager to rest its weary hooves. A woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties and thirties, turned to look up the sky as the breeze blew her brunette bangs into her eyes. The sun beamed down upon her pale skin showing a few scars that had afflicted over her mellifluous face. A scar ran down from her right eyebrow to the bottom of her eye, a cut down her lip and one across her cheek. At first glance she looks like another Imperial or Nord, but her eyes showed some Oriental roots that suggest she wasn't form Tamriel, neither was she mortal. She went by the name Livion, daughter of Arkay.

Alongside her was a Khajiit around the age of twenty, he went by T'sung. He had his arms crossed over his chest as he stared endlessly down the road in deep thought. His orange and black stripped fur, resembles that of a tiger, puffed up as a cold breeze made him shiver under his plated armor. Found and adopted by Livion at a young age, he was taught the ways of the Nords. All that changed for him when Livion made him live with the Khajiit caravans, in hope to gain some knowledge on his people's history.
When she returned for him, T'sung was by now an adult, since Khajiits age faster than Nords. He was trained to use his claws, how to live off the land like his people had to do eons ago, which made Livion proud to see her little fluff ball grow up to be a strong independent man or Khajiit…

Livion sighed loudly catching the Khajiits attention, like the many times before for the same reason, how much longer would it take to get to Helgen? The town was the first stop they would make to rest the horse that seems to be stalling out of tiredness, where they would head to Whiterun from there on. It had been two years since they both had left Skyrim, to Hammerfell.
"This road seems longer than I remember it…Sure is lo-"
She was cut off when T'sung spoke up, "Livion," he said in perfect English, "I care about you, but I will throw you over this wagon." His voice was monotone as he spoke with a glare in his eyes, making the demi-god giggle with delight at how sinister he sounded.
When it came to humor, Livion enjoyed any kind as long as it was funny, she was happy. After all she lived for 200 years, she needed a good laugh now and then to keep her spirits up.

"T'sung my child, you're just so catty!" Livion rolled her head to look at him and laughed as he furrowed his thick eyebrows with a giant sneer she had ever seen. Her laugh didn't die down until T'sung cleared his throat so he could speak to her once she quiets down.
"What will become of us once we return home?" he asked her.

"Do not worry! The gods yet need us to track down evil, and surly evil will be there!" Livion grinned as she pulled out a gold amulet of Arkay from her pocket. Her father, being the mighty Arkay of birth and death, gave her the amulet in order to give her quests to destroy powerful necromancers his priests couldn't defeat. It was not out of love to please her father, it was her love to kill, one of the things Livion enjoys dearly. For her hatred for her father was still in her heart for reasons she tries to put in the past. Life up to then, was fine, she fell in love with her supposable master, while trying to start a new life and forgetting the last. Oh how she wished that was the case, she seen two of her families die horribly before her, one was back at her home world, and the last was here in Skyrim. All that was gone, but she doesn't complain ever since she found a baby Khajiit, which she named T'sung.

Everything was quiet up until they heard the sound of hooves grew closer and closer. They both looked over their shoulders to see a guard waving them over in an attempt to stop the cart.

Livion shook her head and grumbled under her breath, "For the love of Mara…"
Livion looked to Livion who had a look of distress on her face, "What's wrong?"
"…Remember when we got ambushed a while back?" A smile tugged at her lips as she tried to hide a devious smile.
"What about-"T'sung's eyes widen and his jaw dropped, "You put the bodies in the back of the wagon?! WHY?"
Livion gave a sheepish grin, "I have no idea..."
By then, T'sung started to feel like he was sweating under his fur when the guard walked toward them.
"Do you have any authorization papers that allow you into Skyrim?" The guard asked Livion as he leaned against the carriage. Already, they could feel the smug grin behind his helmet.
"Uh-no sir I don't think we d-"
"Then you don't mind me checking the back? Maybe your servant can help me."

Livion's eye twitched that went unnoticed by the guard, "He's not my 'servant' mind you that, and…you may check the back if you must."
The guard nodded lightly and moved toward the back of the carriage, "Sure, will see."
Livion quickly pulled out a dagger making T'sung quickly place his hands over the sharp dagger, "Livion…don't do it."

She looked to T'sung and back to the guard who was looking though their stuff, and back to T'sung again one last time. Her hand trembled lightly, wanting to feel the dagger pierce through flesh once more, this time she was just dying to do it.
She placed the blade back in its sheath, tapping the tip of the hilt with a single finger, waiting for a moment to attack when necessary.
"Well, what do we have here?" The guard said as he lifted a white sheet making Livion stiffen up, she pictured him seeing all the mangled bodies of all the people she killed just stacked in the back.
The guard pulled out a small bottle of skooma, "How did this get here? I wonder who it belongs to."

Both the guard and Livion turned to stare at T'sung who was twiddling his thumbs while looking in the opposite direction to avoid the death glares from Livion. He could only imagine what's going through her mind on how she feels about this situation, but he was even more worried that the guard didn't notice those bodies…

Next thing they knew, there riding in the back of a wagon, bounded up by the wrists and wearing ragged clothing with a bunch of criminals that seemed to be in the same predicament.

"Well, I think I speak for everyone when I say, this sucks!" Livion scowled as they were heading to Helgen for an execution all over one measly bottle of skooma, a certain someone who shall be unnamed, they brought along the trip. T'sung knows good and well that he holds blame to their timing demise; Because Livion was eying him ever since they got tied up and their stuff got confiscated, probably never to be seen again.
A man with braided blonde hair looked at Livion with a soft smile, "Aye lass, it's the end of the road for us all."
T'sung looked over at the man to eye his garments, "What are you in for?"
The man laughed, "I'm a Stormcloak, got captured by a bunch of Imperial basterds," He looked to Livion with an apologetic expression, "No offense."
Livion rolled her eyes and looked away from him to stare ahead of the driver, looking for any signs Helgen. T'sung held back a laugh knowing that Livion was upset by being called an Imperial.
"I guess you guys were trying to cross the border?" The man continued the conversation with T'sung, "That horse thief over there wasn't so lucky either," He looked at the very end of the seat where a tanned man with black hair sat in utter frustration.
"They only want you Stormcloaks and…that guy over there!" He gazed in front of him to a well-built man wearing the finest fur clothes as if he was royalty of some sort. What was most strange about this man was that he had a gag in his mouth unlike the rest of them. The man grunted toward the horse thief with a scowl.
"Watch your mouth, your speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak thief!" The other man snapped at the thief.

Livion's ears perked up at the sound of his name, recalling where she remembered that name from somewhere long ago. It hit her like a ton of bricks when she remembered who he was.
She turned to Ulfric with a smile, "Ulfric? Is that really you, you look…different?"
Everyone turned to Livion with wide eyes, the Stormcloak stuttered, "You know Ulfric himself?"
Ulfric scanned her up and down; a laugh erupted lightly from behind the gag he was wearing. He tried to say something to her but was mumbled from behind the gag, but Livion continued talking to him either way.

"Man, who knew you would be ruler of your own army and you're a Jarl! I didn't know the rumors were true or not!" Livion barked a laugh as she recollected some memories from long ago when they traveled up the mountain together to be taught by the Gray Beards. Livion left the mountain when she learned the dragon language while Ulfric stayed determined to learn to use a Shout.

T'sung just shook his head as Livion rambled on to her old friend as if it was a reunion. He just can't believe that she chooses this time, with this situation, that she would catch up at the worst possible time. They were going to be executed not to long from now.
A guard riding the horse behind the cart yelled, "Shut up! I'm tired of hearing your womanly gossip!"
Livion yelled back, "Get a life you freeloader!"
"Don't make me come up there!" The guard shouted making Livion giggle and T'sung shake his head in shame at Livions behavior.
T'sung glided his eyes toward the front of the cart, his heart dropped below a beat as he saw Helgen coming up.
"Uh oh…" T'sung's breath hitched up in his throat as fear rose through his body as they neared their own deaths.
Livion took notice on T'sungs uneasiness, "Do not worry, I shall make sure that you are safe my child…" Livion's eyes burned bright as they entered through Helgens gate. People had gathered outside of their homes as the Aldmeri Dominion and Imperial soldiers wait outside for its load of prisoners to arrive, for execution.
Livion watched as they passed a small house with a little boy watching as they went by, the boy asked his parents what was going on, but they quickly told him to get inside. The cart soon came to a complete stop meaning it was the end of the line for them. They got up from their seats to hop down off the carriage as they were ordered by one of the guards to wait to be called up by name.

An Imperial guard with a list looked at T'sung and to Livion and asked, "What are your names?"
Livion just rolled her eyes as if bored, "Livion." She said in a monotone way.
T'sung gazed at Livion and back at the guard as if waiting for approval to say so, "Uh…T'sung," He managed to get out.
The man scanned his list and turned to the Imperial Captain, which was a woman, and said "Their not on the list, what should we do?"
The woman huffed at him, "They go to the block!"

After hearing that, Livion caught the eyes of the Captain and frowned at her with disgust. The Captain scuffled at the sight of Livon's glares, but shrugged it off and walked off over to the block where the executioner was waiting for his first victim. T'sung shuddered as he looked at the clean ax that the executioner was wielding, he could only imagine it later when it's covered in blood, his blood and his lifeless body without a head. This was a first for everybody, to get their head chopped off.

The general of the Imperial army walked up to Ulfric and started to talk about him killing the High King with the Voice and how he was going to enjoy watching him die to restore peace to Skyrim. As he finished talking to Ulfric a distant roar made everyone look to the sky in confusion.
"What was that?" The one with the list said in the back.
"It can't be…" Livion whispered under her breath. When it was quiet again, the general told them to continue. A priestess of Arkay started to give them their last rites, catching Livion's attention. Everyone was silent as she began.

"As we commend yours souls to Aetherius, the blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved-"
A Stormcloak cut her off as he walked up to the block with a pride in his step, "For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with." The man was position into place as the executioner readied his axe.
"My ancestors are smiling upon me Imperials. Can you say the same?" The man said before the blade came down with a thud.

T'sung quickly averted his eyes as the man's head was cut off in one swing, blood squirted upon the rocks and from the open neck where the head used to be. Livion couldn't help but giggle at T'sungs reaction because when she cut the head of a chicken, he wouldn't even bat an eye lash, but this was his first time to see a headless human body. Some people in the crowd yelled for justice, some said death to the Stormcloaks, but if Livion could have her way, she would kill everyone here if she got the chance.
The Captian turned to Livion with almost a grin on her face, "Next! The Nord in the rags!"
Livion groaned in disgust as she was called a Nord, just about wherever she goes, they think she's a Nord, Imperial, or a Breton. Next thing they'll start calling her a Bosmer without pointy ears.

T'sung watched with wide eyes as Livion stepped forward toward the block. Then another roar filled the air, this time it sounded way closer than before. He notices that Livion stopped to listen as the strange noise echoed before fading back into quietness. She stood there for about a second when it got quiet then she continued to walk toward the block, not even giving T'sung a reassuring look would tell him that everything was going to be okay. He's starting to think that she doesn't have a plan to get them out of this; she usually does come up with something whenever there in danger.

Livion felt like ripping the woman's head off as she shoved her to her knees with such vulgar force that her blood boil. Her eyes drifted from the head in the basket and up to the headsman that was now raising the axe above his head. The last thing she looked at was T'sung who was watching in complete silence, he usually is a collected cat, but his eyes told the real story. He was afraid; he was scared that he was going to be left alone. She knew that look…all too well. Even if she could kill a thousand armies, and out of all the faces of the ones she killed, she would forever be scared by that look.
"What in Oblivion is that?!" The General yelled in fright as something swooshed down from the sky and onto the tower that could have brought it down.

Livion's eyes widen as she looked up to see a pitch black dragon open its mouth and shouted in dragon tongue. The shout shook the ground and made the sky turn from sunny, to black that had swirling clouds that rained meteors from the heavens. Livion could only see bits at what happened before she started to feel disoriented from the sudden blast. She remembered the headsman getting hit over the head with a giant rock that fell right on top of him, crushing him under its height. Someone in the background of all mass hysteria was shouting her name, ordering her to get up, but it wasn't T'sung. She lifted herself up slowly as her vision came too, when she look to see who was calling for her it wasn't T'sung like she thought, but rather it was the man from the wagon, Ralof.
"Come on! The gods gave us a second chance!" Ralof yelled over the sound of explosions and fire. Livion just shook her head to clear the cloudiness in her head as Ralof lifted her up to her feet.
"W-Where's T'sung?" Livion stuttered over her words once her vision was clear.
"You mean the cat? I think I saw him head inside!"

Livion nodded her head, "Good, good," She looked up in the sky as Ralof helped her to the tower.

Circling overhead was the dragon, breathing fire and shouting unrelenting force to bring down the guards that are firing arrows at him. Livion couldn't believe who it was; it was the World-Eater, the bringer of end times. In all her years, this was her first time seeing a dragon for the first time, especially Alduin himself. Everyone thought that he was sealed away in time about 500 years ago, and now he's back to terrorize the entire world.

Ralof quickly closed the door once they entered the tower. Livion gave a sigh of relief once she saw T'sung helping an injured Stormcloak soldier who was bleeding out on the floor. Once he saw me, he rushed up to her with an expression of relief on his face.
"Livion, are you alright?" he asked as he looked around her for any injuries.
She waved him off, "You know I can't be killed that easily."
Ralof turned to Ulfric, "Was that a dragon Jarl Ulfric? Could the legends be true?"
"Legends don't burn down villages…" Ulfric said in a dull monotone making Livon giggle.

She cleared her throat when she notice the glares she was getting, "I hate to interrupt, but I'm still tied up…"

The sound of a roar erupted from outside, later followed by a loud crash that shook the tower and everyone inside.
Ralof quickly went to the stairs, "There's no time, I think I saw some weapons up here."
Livion watched as T'sung and Ralof began running up the stairs, before she left to follow them, she turned to Ulfric.
"Well, it was good catching up Ulfric, see you later!" Livion winked as she ran up the stairs making Ulfric chuckled as he watched her leave.
"She never ceases to amaze me."

As Livion was running up the stairs, her feet landing hard against the stone steps with the thin ragged shoes, even her wrist was starting to throb as the robe rubbed up against her skin creating friction. By the time she reached T'sung and Ralof, the wall to the right of them crashed inward as the dragon collided with the wall, sending large bricks at a man who was crouching near them. Luckily they got out of the way, as it opened its mouth blowing fire inside, leaving burn marks on the walls. We all got down quickly as dragon flew off, leaving a giant hole behind. Once they know it was gone, everyone stood up to gawk at the sight with wide eyes.
Livion quickly yelled out, "Can someone, PLEASE, cut these damn ropes!"
"There's no time, jump out this wall." Ralof said.
T'sung raised a brow, "You want us to what?"

Ralof looked out the giant hole to see a building below, "Just jump right into the Inn, you'll be able to make it from here. Hurry, I have to get back to Ulfric." He said before hustling back down the stairs leaving me and T'sung to gawk at each other, picking who should go first.
"Why don't you go first T'sung?" Livion smiled eyeing the cat who gave a displeased look while shaking his head no.
He pointed a claw to her, "Why don't you do it?"
Livion held up her wrists, "I'm a little 'tied' up at the moment?"
T'sung crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm allergic to falling." He gave a small fake cough.
"No you're not, you're allergic to dogs?" Livion squinted with a smug look.
"Well, I'm also allergic to death."
"Don't cats land on their feet?"
"That's just a myth." T'sung argued.

Livion wanted to rub her temples as a headache started to rise, then a brilliant idea came into mind. She grinned like a troll in her mind at the plan she formulated.
"Okay T'sung I'll go first, but just in case I slip, stand next to me okay?"
T'sung sighed and nodded lightly, "Sure fine."
Livion smiled warmly and walked over to the hole, "On the count of three…one…two…thr-"
She quickly spun herself around T'sung and shoved him over the edge making the cat screech in shock. T'sung quickly landed on his feet and stood up to yell at Livion who was laughing above his head, still at the opening of the hole.

"You liar!" Livion chuckled, "Cats do land on their feet!"
T'sung waved his fists at her, "Just wait until you get down here!"
Livion made a pouty face at him, "Aw, how cute, T'sung made a threa-"
Livion slipped on a rock and fell over the side, crashing onto the second store house while T'sung laughed his tail off. Livion rolled on the floor groaning in pain, giving T'sung death glares.
"Okay, I deserved that-Ow!" She got to her feet, clutching her side, "Ah, damn…let's go…" she chuckled darkly. T'sung just laughed as she hobbled over to the opening in the floor of the Inn as she rubbed her sides.
"Did I land on a spike or something?" Livion grumbled, searching for any blood on her clothes that suggest that she had been impaled. T'sung's eyes widen when he sees a large stake sticking out from her back, he didn't know why he didn't see that before, but he did now.
"Livion stand still!" T'sung rushed up to her, turning her around to show the large piece of wood, almost half way inside.
"What? What is it?" Livion tried turning her head to get a look, and gasped.
"Oh, wow, I got a souvenir!"
T'sung gripped the stake with both hands, and yanked causing Livion to squeak in shock.
"S-Sorry! Just-uh-stand still."
Livion rolled her eyes, "Come on! I don't have all day, need I remind you that there's a dragon out here."

His palms started to sweat as he began to tug again, with more force this time, which managed to loosen it just a bit. He began to feel relieved as he got the stake out, but gulped as blood started to pour down from the back wound.
"Oh-oh gods!" He dropped the stake on the floor as he stare at the immense hole it left on her back.
"What is it?" She looked over her shoulder, but was unable to see what he was staring at.

T'sung blinked in confusion as the skin around the hole started to regenerate at a fast pace. When the last of the skin reformed all that was left was a circle where it used to be. Sometimes T'sung forgets that Livion can regenerate wounds, one time she got hand chopped off, and it grew back the next day. She explained that it would hurt badly when she reforms a body part, but it's completely painless when the skin regrows over a wound, it only makes you want to scratch it.

Livion turned to T'sung who was still in a daze with his mouth moving up and down like a fish out of water. A loud roar erupted from the sky, snapping him out of his bafflement.
"Come on we must get going!" T'sung managed to say as he hopped down the hole and raced outside of the destroyed Inn that was crumbling underneath them.

Once Livion made it outside with T'sung, he and a group of people were huddling behind what looked like to be the remains of a house. A little boy rushed away as the black dragon landed near them, killing a soldier with a blast of fire, before taking back off. Livion gave a sigh of relief seeing the child returned to safety with the soldiers.
The man with reddish, brown hair rushed up to her, she remembered him from the beginning when he asked her for her name.
"Are you alright?" The man asks her while looking her over.
"Ah, I'm fine-uuhh" Livion said, she wanted to say his name, but she didn't know what it was.
" It's Hadvor, you're lucky to be alive, you and your friend both," He looked around her back to see a blood stain back with a hole, "You need to get out of those tattered cloths soon…"
Livion held her wrists up, "And you need to-cut-me-FREE!" she shook her hands violently in anger while T'sung in the background shook his head.
"Okay, follow me you two!" Hadvor waved us over to follow, "Hurry, stay close to the walls!"

They hopped down a little ledge between a building and a giant wall. T'sung quickly grabbed Livion's shoulder to pull her toward the wall as the dragon landed right next to them on the stone wall. A man was relentless to stop firing arrows at the great beast, until he was blasted with a mouth full of fire. He collapsed to the ground in a fiery mess of burnt clothes and burning flesh. T'sung cupped his hand over nose as the strong scent flooded his nostrils that made his eyes water.
The dragon flew off with a gust of wind almost making T'sung and Livion fall over when impacted by the force of the gusts. Hadvor quickly raced passed the dead body and into the destroyed house, calling us over.
T'sung looked to Livion, "This time you go first."
"Fine, but if I get killed, I'm coming back to haunt your ass." Livion grumbled, she then made her way through the house with T'sung tailing behind her, still covering his nose to mask the smell. Once they exited the house, more guards appeared carrying swords, bows and arrows, even mages were trying to shoot down the dragon with fireballs. Something about that just wasn't right.

Hadvor was shouting at the soldiers in all the chaos, still trying to keep whatever defense they had intact to fend of the dragon. They weren't doing very good by the looks of things. A black mass of wings of death swooped down from above to snatch about a guard who was unlucky to be put made an archer. He was later spotted falling toward the ground as the beast dropped him like he was just a child's toy, wanting to play with the others instead, leaving the mangled body where it lay.

T'sung gazed around his surroundings and back to Livion, "Now this is a welcoming home present…" he jumped back as a medium size boulder crashed near him.

Livion was busy trying to gnaw on the ropes that still held her bound, she looked up at him with a mouthful of rope and muttered, "Wah?"
Hadvor raced over to them, wielding a sword in his hand, "Come on! We're almost to the keep!"

As they ran under a stone gate, Ralof came running out of nowhere, stopping as he spotted them approaching. Both of the men caught each other's eye as they held the same look of hatred they have for each other. Both Livion and T'sung looked at each other knowingly that they must have known each other, like a childhood friend of some sort.

"We're escaping Hadvor, and you're not stopping us this time!"

Livion giggled catching T'sung attention from the two men who were yelling at each other like an old married couple.

"Why are you laughing?" T'sung questioned why she had laughed for no reason.
Livion just smiled up at him, "It's days like this, that make my day," He smile grew bigger as the dragon circled above their heads, "Besides getting beheaded and a fire breathing dragon…"

Once Ralof and Hadvor were done, they ran in to two different doors, both waving for them to follow.
Livion looked to T'sung in a confused manner, "What is this? What are they doing?"
T'sung looked from Ralof to Hadvor, and back to Livion saying, "I think they want us to choose?"

Livion hung her head, shaking in lightly, "Gods I don't need to put up with this right now," she looked back up to T'sung, "Let's go with Hadvor, he seems nice?"
T'sung nodded along, "Yeah, besides sentencing us to beheaded."
"Yeah, but Ralof left us to jump out a freaking tower?" She argued.
T'sung crossed his arms, squinting his eyes at her, "Are we seriously arguing about this?"
Livion shrugged. "Then why did you protest against going with Hadvor then?"
T'sung sighed, "Fine, let's go with Hadvor."
"What's with that tone? Are you displeased with the decision?" Livion said noticing his displeased expression.
He waved her off, "Forget it, we don't have enough time to decide."
"I think we have plenty!?" Livion gave a smug smirk as a group of men in the background screamed in pain as the dragon lifted them away to their deaths.

T'sung quickly grabbed her shoulders to pull her toward the direction Hadvor was waiting, "I don't care as long as we get far away from here!"

Hadvor nodded toward them as they made their way through the wooden door where he awaited. He opened the door to step inside a bedchamber for soldiers, which were cleared out when the dragon attacked. Livion was the first to enter the room, looking around with curiosity, while T'sung watched from the distance near a bed.

Once Hadvor closed the door, he walked up to Livion with a dagger, cutting her free from her bounds, much to her happyniess.

She rubbed her wrists, feeling the rigges where the ropes were tied, "I almost forgot what freedom tasted like."
Hadvor then rummaged through some of the chests, pulling out a pair of shoes, and an Imperial armor that was left behind. He tossed the clothes at he, which she easily caught. She stared down at them for a moment and looked back at Hadvor with a slight frown.

Sensing what she was going to say next, he said, "Either that or you can walk bare naked." Hadvor stated before tossing T'sung the same pair of armor at him as well.
"You would like that wouldn't you?" Livion laughed making T'sung stare at Hadvor with a fiery glint in his eyes that ignited.

Hadvor noticed that stares he was receiving from the large cat who was standing next to Livion with a new found purpose to guard her, from him. He shuddered under the cats gaze, but turned the other way to fetch two swords from a rack and handed each of them an iron sword.

Livion stuck out her tongue in disgust as she welded the sword in her hands, swishing it around a bit, studying it for herself. T'sung just held it to his side, waiting patiently to continue on.

She then brought up a serious question that needed to be answered, "Where in Oblivion is my stuff?!"
Hadvor turned to an out raged Livion and said, "I'm afraid your stuff was confiscated when you were captured, as for your belongings now, I'm unaware where they might be."
"Well crap, my dad is going to have my ass for that…" Livion muttered to herself remembering that her amulet was on her when she was taken into custody, now she's going to have to contact him again to get another one. Which she hated doing.

"Didn't you get one of those expensive swords from a friend in Hammerfell?" T'sung asked.
Her eyes widen, "Ah man, now I'm really peeved," She looked at T'sung with a sad look, "I really liked that sword."

Hadvor pulled a lever, opening to another room. At first, Livion wondered what they were trying to accomplish by doing that, but hey, she decided it was better not to ask questions on who runs things around the place. All she thought was that it was weird to have a spiked iron door to a bedchamber.

When they stepped into the room, a group of Stormcloak soldier were lofting around, talking about a way to get out before they spotted them enter the chamber. Two men and one woman wearing Stormcloak armor, pulled out their swords when they saw them wearing Imperial armor, which they responded back by pulling out their own weapons as well. T'sung's lip quivered into a snarl showing his fangs, but tried to overcome the desire to claw and hiss at them in the process. Livion just grinned, with viciousness in her eyes, liking where this was heading.

When the first attack was unleashed, a man started running with sword raised as the soldier slashed toward T'sung first, after that everything broke out quickly between everyone. He was able to dodge the attack, leaving the soldier defenseless from the rear, giving him the chance to cut him in the back. Hadvor kicked one of the men down, stabbing him in the back of the neck with brutal force to make sure he would penetrate all the way pasted his collarbone. While Livion on the other hand, took her sweet time with the woman who was being cut down, one slash at a time.

T'sung watched in dismay as she violently slashed with perfect precision, with super speed to cut every inch of the poor soul down. First it was her fingers, limbs and last her head was swept clean off with one gentle stroke of the sword, ending the life. It was done at such speed that only a cat was able to see.

Hadvor blinked a couple of time as Livion flicked her swords, splattering blood onto the stone floor.
"Shall we?" She smiled, eyeing the door that was locked.
Hadvor looked to T'sung for answers, but shrugged it off and nodded while pulling out a key that goes to the locked door.

Once the door was opened he turned back to the pair said, "Okay, let's go you two." He quickly raced down the stairs at a small pace so they could follow.
T'sung then looked at Livion with a raised brow, "Show off much?"

She lightly waved her hand in the air with a pout, "You would have done the same?" with that said, she walked off toward the door Hadvor had took.
"True." He said, following after Livion.

First chapter! Yeaaah!