Thel's Eyes fluttered as he shook the blurriness from his head. He could feel himself being pulled across the hard stone plates of the medieval road. He tried to move any one of his arms and legs but discovered they had been bound with magically enchanted chains with a colorful orange sheen that resembled his shields when damaged. He could see some sort of carriage with three humans in strange clothes sitting, hands bound and one had heavy cloth over his mouth. He grunted.
"Hey, look, it's awake." A blond human Man in blue and brown armor said. The other two turned to look at thel whose armor had become dirty from being splashed with mud and blood.
"You are one of those things from the purple ship that crashed here, aren't you?" Thel didn't respond, his only wish was to be unbound.
"You Daedra are all alike. Ripping people apart like that." The other wearing a rough spun tunic Spat.
"He'll be getting what he deserves" the blond on Said.
"Say, what's with him?" he gestured over to the one with the cloth over his mouth.
"That is Ulfric Stormcloak, The true high king!" The Stormcloak Prisoner spoke.
"Ulfric? Jarl of windhelm?" the black haired human murmured to himself and then eyes widened with fear. "You're the leader of the Stormcloak rebellion here in Skyrim! But if they captured you….Oh gods where are they taking us!?" the horse thief cried.
"Quite, back there!" The Imperial Driver up in front hollered from in front of the carriage Thel had not noticed.
Thel analyzed from the conversation that he was in a place called 'Skyrim' and there was a war going on between 'Stormcloaks' and 'Imperials'. He couldn't remember anything before he woke. Almost as if it never happened. Thel wasn't even familiar with the purple ship the human mentioned.
"I don't know where we are going," the blond human spoke. "But Sovngarde awaits."
"No! This can't be happening!" The horse thief began to sob.
"Hey, where are you from, horse thief?" The blonde asked.
"Why do you care?" tears began to flow from the black haired humans eyes.
"A nords last thought should be of home." He answered.
"RoikStead...I'm From RoikStead." The Sobbing horse theif said.
"General Tullius, sir, the headsman is waiting!" a Female's voice rang out.
"Good, let's get this over with." A male one responded.
"Shor, Mara, Kynareth, Akatosh, the divines, Please help me!" the horse thief Cried when they reached a small town.
"Look at him! General Tullius, the Military governor. And it look like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves, I bet they had something to do with this!" The blond human sneered.
The carriage began to turn to the left, but in Thel's position he had to mimic the route of the carriage, first going straight, then to the left. Thel was confused to see four humans on large animals speaking with one another. He could not hear what they were saying. He could have sworn the three of them were a green gold color and had sharp ears.
"Ah, Helgen, I used to be sweet on a girls from here. I wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in."
The human closed his eyes to reminisce old memories.
"Funny, When I was a boy, Imperial walls made me feel so safe."
The carriage made another dreaded turn to follow a street. Thel grunted again. He tried to squirm free but the chains had too much traction and where too tight. Whatever he was said to have done, they didn't intend on having him escape to do it again.
"Who are they, daddy? And what is that thing being dragged?" a small boy asked from his porch.
"Go inside, little cub." Another nord said.
"Why? I want to watch the soldiers."
"Do as you're told, hamming." His father scolded.
"Oh, Okay." The little boy said reluctantly as he went back inside his house.
Once again, the carriage took another turn and Thel was forced to follow. A few Nord men and women surrounded the town square. He could see a fire and a block of stone in particular.
"Why are we stopping?" the thief asked. Voice full of horror.
"Why do you think? End of the line. Come now, we don't want to keep the gods waiting."
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" The thief cried.
"Face your death with some dignity, thief." The blond growled.
"You've got to tell them I'm not with you! This is a mistake!"
The carriage shook from the three humans hopping out. Two men and several others approached him with primitive metal blades. Thel eyed them down as they surrounded him.
"Okay, unhook the chain." One said nervously.
Another nodded fearfully as he slowly sheathed his blade and began to unhook the chains from the carriage. Thel could now walk.
"Okay….Prisoner. Over to with the rest of them." One solider commanded.
Thel eyed him deeply. The solider gulped and spoke again.
"Please?"
Thel walked grudgingly over to the other humans who gladly made space. Thel still couldn't move his arms. The chains formed some kind of straitjacket.
"Step forward as your name is called." The same female said from before.
"The empire love their damned lists." The blonde human said angrily.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, jarl of Windhelm." A male human said beside the female.
The one with the cloth around his mouth walked over to a crowd with other humans dressed in blue and brown.
"It has been an honor, jarl Ulfric." The blond one called.
"Rolof of Riverwood." The Solider said.
Rolof joined the others. Angrily mumbling about milk drinkers and damned elves.
"Lokir of Roikstead."
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this to me!"
The thief sprinted towards the gate in an attempt to escape.
"HALT!" the female shouted.
"You're not going to kill me!"
"ARCHERS!"
Thel spotted a human draw an arrow and shoot it into the back of the fleeing thief. He was dead before he hit the ground.
"Anyone else feel like running?" the female challenged. While None Answered, they were a few murmurs.
"Wait." The human looked at thel.
"Who…..What Are you?"