To clear up confusion before it even happens, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak is a WOMAN in this fanfic, just for the sake of the story. Expect to see either the Dawn-Guard or Dragon-Born DLC story-line in the future, PM me or drop a comment in your review on which one I should do!
It all happened so fast Jo didn't have time to react, a jet black dragon came thundering overhead, sending plumes of scorching fire into the tall forest trees. The soldiers scrambled, screaming random comments like "Dear Talos!" and "It's a dragon! before being vaporized or carried off into the sky when the beast dived in. "Hazaar!" A startled voice thundered from behind the treeline, Thorygg was gathering a small squad in a feeble attempt to escape the slaughter. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jo's feet kicked up mud and water in a mad dash for safety, when something closed around his waist. "No!" Thorygg drew his battleaxe, charging in with all his might to save the Khajiit that now dangled from the dragon's claws, slowly climbing higher and higher into the sky. "Meyus Kaaz, hin sahlag togaat wah iliis lost proved zonuft ko hin poltor, nu dir, ahrk Zu'u fent du hin sil!"The dragon's voice bellowed, and it released the Khajiit from it's icy grip, sending Jo plummeting head-long toward the ground below. The wind felt like razors against his skin, unable to see where he was about to most likely die.
*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOM*
Jo'Hazaar finally came-to, the sun was beginning to shine between the dissipating storm clouds, which meant he'd must have been out for hours. He hissed at the realization that the steel chest-plate of his armor had been dented like a tin can, soaked in and out, and a fine layer of mud and sand was caked inside his boots. Then it hit him...the dragon must have dropped him into the lake just west of Falkreath, the water breaking most of the fall but probably breaking a rib or two along with it. Jo slowly climbed to his feet, nostrils filled with the scent of smoke and a touch of burning flesh...off in the distance a column of fire erupted toward the sky, a shadowy dark figure circling above. A dragon...it couldn't be...they've been gone for thousands of years... Quickly his train of thought went toward the Stormcloak camp, had anyone made it?...was Thorygg safe?
But soon enough Jo figured that sitting there and doing nothing would not assist these poor souls in any way, so in a quick attempt to get on the road and spread the word of the dragon, he grabbed his steel mace and drained his boots, dashing for the nearest path. It was normal in Falkreath for the paths to be so empty, but something was seriously off. Not a single animal dare move from their dens or nests, all fell silent in the presence of the mighty dragon. At this point Jo was beginning to ponder if those bandits really had gotten him, bashed his head and dumped him in the lake. Maybe that is what happened, cast aside like the outcast he's always been and left to die, and just dreamed up the rest. But apparently that wasn't so, the sounds of thunderous roars and the stench of burning flesh got louder and thicker with each step taken.
It took hours, at least until nightfall, before Jo finally reached the source of the mayhem. A tattered Imperial flag hung crooked from a burned pole, smoke rolled off the town while the remaining fires burned out, it was already obvious that very few, possibly none, had made it out of the attack. The town gate had been blown down, letting Jo wander in. The familiar sights, or what was left of them, finally made him remember this old place. He used to come here as a child, played with a local nord boy, what was his name?, Oh yes...Torlof, they used to play tag and explore the forests. And there was that one woman, a older woman who always made her special mead with juniper berries mixed in when the pair had gotten old enough to drink it. But a single thing caught his eye...a list clutched in the lifeless arms of a charred corpse, as it would appear an execution was taking place beforehand. With a careful tug, Jo pulled the list from the body's grasp, peering down the names with curiosity. Lokir of Rorikstead, Ralof of Riverwood, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak..wait a minute...
Ulfric Stormcloak had been captured
And scheduled for execution in Helgen
By the gods...Helgen is gone...
