"Stop the Execution!" screamed Logvarine as he waved his armored hands through the air, but his voice was deafened by the fact that a Giant Scaly Monster had just landed on the tower. "By the divines…" he breathed. After the monster shouted to the heavens, meteors rained down on the settlement, and then it turned its head to Logvarine. It was a Giant, Black Dragon! Its horns were twisted skyward
"Dovahkiin…" it said. Logvarine could see his brother running from the block with a Nord, a Stormcloak.
"Move!" screamed Tylnar as a pile of wood fell from a building. Everyone scrambled to the town gate, the tavern was almost gone, burned to the ground by the dragon speaking in its ancient language. General Tullius saw them running and stopped them.
"Not that way," everyone stopped in their tracks and looked at him, "Into the Keep soldier; we're leaving!" the dragon swooped down and grabbed a soldier in its large talons. When they made it to the keep they met with a soldier named Hadvar arguing with the nord they saw earlier and Logelaine; a high elf woman was with them.
"Fine, I hope that Dragon takes you all to Sovngarde!" cursed Hadvar. Hadvar turned to face the group, "Into the keep with me soldier." And they ran by his brother who snarled at him.
"Come on!" shouted Logvarine, but Logelaine just kept running with the nord man to the other end of the keep.
"I remember as we made our way through and out of the keep, all we found were the corpses of Imperial soldiers, and no Logelaine…" Spoke Logvarine, sitting on his throne, the throne of his resistance to the Thalmor. At this point his Existence was an insult to the Aldmeri Dominion and a threat to their power. They would stop at nothing to rid him from this world.
"I remember how confused we were when we arrived in Whiterun…" said the voice of Nivard, now in a set of full ebony armour, except for his hood, "…How your father's note made no sense to us, that was infuriating, but clever."
When they arrived in Whiterun they had asked to speak with the Jarl, and had received an invitation for his audience that day. Before they went however, they sat in the middle of the field and Logvarine pulled out the note that his father had given him, the mission…
"Okay, let's see what it says…" said Logvarine, he pulled it out of its envelope and held it at face level. He read the mission aloud.
Burn this message…
"…What?" Logvarine wondered out loud, "What even is the purpose of this?" he nearly crumpled up the seemingly useless note and tossed it away before Erikaly stopped him.
"Wait!" she cried. "Let me see it…"
Logvarine handed her the note and she scanned her eyes over it. She then lit a fire in her hand and began to do as the letter said. The parchment lit up in flames faster than Logvarine had ever seen happen, and then the smoke and ashes did something equally as strange. They flew toward Logvarine, against the wind, and slipped their way into his breast plate. Confused, Logvarine reached inside of his chest armor and felt something papery in between the plates and mail of the armor.
He pulled out another piece of wax-sealed parchment.
"I'll be damned; Tis not what I think it is?" he opened it and cleared his throat as he began to read it.
L,
If you are reading this then you have either succeeded in following my instructions or you have finally taken off your armor and somehow made this note come in contact with some ashes of some sort; either way hopefully no one outside of your circle has their hands on this message. Hopefully my spell worked and the words upon these pages were not revealed unless the ashes made proper contact with it.
Read carefully: One: Our contact in the moth priests has read an elder scroll that luckily gave us a hint of what to do to fulfill this prophesy. The only clear detail from his readings was that you need to do whatever the Jarl of Whiterun says; from there the choice is yours.
Two: Prepare for a long stay; you must drive the Aldmeri dominion from Skyrim at all costs, but we will send more bodies when the time is right. Do not use outright hostility against the Altmer, their Thalmor agents will soon be upon you if you do.
I believe in all of you.
~W
PS. Burn this message as well…
"Well…" Logvarine began, his mouth agape, "Regardless of his delivery method I think that the message is quite straight forward." He soon lit up the parchment in the same fashion as before. The ashes were then carried away with the wind, just as they were meant to be.
"So," Catath'een spoke, "I guess we should go see the Jarl now."
Catath'een was still leaning against the back of Logvarine's chair as she waved her tail back and forth. People of every race imaginable gathered before them, drinking and conspiring in preparation against the Thalmor.
"When will we know that this war is over?" Cat said. She still had an accent.
"When the White-Gold Concordat is but ashes at my feet…" Logvarine answered as he lit a flame ablaze in his hand.