The Imperial Serpent
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The Imperial Serpent
Foreword:
This is the untold story of Jorvad Valk, an Imperial born Nord who successfully infiltrated the Stormcloak Uprising during the Fourth Era, and ultimately had a key role in the successful squashing of the rebellion. Thus, the story begins:
Chapter 1: The White Gold Tower 4E, 171
The cool breeze from the sunny spring day was a tantalizing temptation to simply break formation, and spring for the grassy knolls outside of the Imperial City. "Valk! Get your head out of your ass!" my comrade whispered. I snapped out of the daze, quickly pushing my chest outwards and gluing my arms to my side. I wondered what this call to formation was about, routine inspections weren't typically this early in the month. Our armor was shined, we all represented the legion with immense pride, even myself being an unusual candidate for the legion as a Nord. It was then that out of the corner of my eyes I spotted a man in gold armor being escorted by two legates. Suddenly my knees became weak, and I had to fight to keep them from buckling under the nerves. The man was General Brusca, a legend amongst the legion. He was an older man, stark white hair and a stern cold look told the story of his past. It was said in war stories that he successfully fought off an entire company of bandits with only his sword and a lethal dagger.
Regardless if the story was true, he certainly carried sway within the walls of the Imperial City. "Gentlemen!" at once in unison we swiveled our heads to match his, shouting at the top of our lungs "Sir!" His cold gray eyes drifted from one of us to another, as if he were mentally scrutinizing each and every one of our flaws. "I have news regarding your newest assignment. The Aldmeri Dominion has declared war upon the Empire." There was a long pause, the air had stopped moving, and each of us tough men suddenly drew quite scared. I kept my eyes on General Brusca, in that single moment I remember seeing a moment of worry in his face, yet it was quickly wiped off. I remember quite distinctly him saying "Men, take one good last long look at the White Gold Tower, because for many of you, this will be the last time you ever see it." I'll never forget those words as our legion was sent to war.