By Azura, I'm in a real dilemma now… That's all Jay could think. He sat in a cart, being towed away to Azura-knows-where to do Malacath-knows-what.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake," a nord voice called. Jay opened his eyes a little more. He saw snow on the ground in light patches.
Oh, great… I'm in Skyrim, aren't I? The orc looked up and saw three Nords in the cart. One was in soldier's attire, blue and brown adorning his cuirass. Another one had royal robes on, with fancy boots. He had a gag tying up his mouth. The final nord just wore rags. Jay looked down and saw that he was in the same situation.
"You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." The soldier across from me nodded his head towards the nord in rags. Jay blacked out for a little while, but caught something about the thief stealing a horse and going to Hammerfell. It also turned out that Skyrim was in a civil war between the Stormcloaks, who were fighting for independence from the empire, and the Imperial Legion, who were trying to put down the Stormcloaks.
When he was fully alert again, he realized the cart had stopped. A legion officer (in a uniform he recognized) started calling names.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." The man called. He looked considerably young, especially for one who seemed to rank so high.
"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric…" the soldier next to Jay muttered.
"Ralof of Riverwood." The soldier who had ridden with Ulfric and Jay stepped forward.
"Lokir of Rorikstead." The horse thief ran, shouting something about not being a rebel. An archer took him out quickly.
"Anyone else feel like running?" The guard captain shouted.
"You there. Step forward." The young man gestured towards Jay. "Who… are you?"
"Jalzarba," Jay shortly replied.
"Ja… what? That's a funny name, even for an orc… not that I can pronounce it," the confused legion officer said.
"My mother was adopted by Argonians, so she kind of took on their culture. My father was an orc, so they agreed on somewhat of a mix between the two names," Jay explained.
"I never asked!" Replied the young man. "Give me a name I can use. Actually, don't, it doesn't matter." The officer turned to his captain. "Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list."
"It matters not to me. He goes to the block." The woman replied.
"As you wish, captain." The man turned back to Jay. "I'm sorry… I'll make sure that your remains are returned to Orsinium."
"I'm no-"
"Go, prisoner!" The legionnaire shouted.
I guess he doesn't care that I'm from Hammerfell… Jay thought before joining the other prisoners.
He watched a prisoner argue with the legionnaires before getting the axe. The man's head rolled away from his body.
"Next, the orc!" The captain shouted. A roar-like sound echoed in the distance.
"What was that?"
"I said, next prisoner!"
Jay sighed. He stepped forward, his final wish in his mind.
Azura claim me… As we watched the headsman raise his axe, the orc heard another roar-like sound. This time, however, it wasn't in the distance.
"What in Oblivion is that?" Someone shouted, as a large dragon landed on a tower, knocking the headsman over.
A dragon? Jay thought. I don't really believe in second chances, but… I'll take what I can get. Jay scrambled to his feet, eager to leave this wretched place.