THE BATTLE FOR WHITERUN

We spend most of the night walking up to the side of the city walls to find an inlet for the drains of the city and get through it..

"Bleurgh!" I hear a voice from behind me say.

"Get used to it I don't know how long we'll be down here for." I say back to my battalion.

We trudge on through the water for what had to be a few hours before we managed to get on some dry land. I relish the fact that I would be no longer subdued to the cold and dirty water of the city. I walk on into the tunnels and quickly figure out that this was the tunnel complex under the dungeons which meant we were on track and weren't lost.

"This way!" I whisper to everyone who was behind me.

I walk around the tunnels and quickly solve the fact that we were going in circles and I remembered that the shaft was in the ceiling so I take the exact same route only this time I looked up and quickly I found the shaft.Finally, I say to myself and indicate to everyone that the shaft was above us. I open it up and jump through. Everyone seemed to either be asleep or on guard so I help everyone else up and we explore the the place to find where the guards are. We walk around for a couple of minutes and find them sleeping in their beds and we make sure that that bed was their death bed. We locate the exit and there was a guard sitting on a chair just as we went through the door and I quickly sent a blade through his neck.

We went through the door and saw that thhe sun was rising.

"How long were we in there for?" An Argonian asks.

"Well, it was a long walk." I say.

I walk up to the city walls and climb the steps and give an wolf cry to signal to Brynjolf. I notice that there are a good number of guards ,with well better weapons than I saw the other week, in the city keeping strict watch on daily life. After a few hours of watching and waiting they appear over the hills. We run down the stairs and open up the gates and in about twenty minutes Brynjolf and Ralof rush through killing the guards with their battalions. I rush to centre of the action and cut down whoever dares to draw a blade to me. I slice one after the other and just as I am about to finish off someone else an elf hits the back of my head and I fall to the ground. I quickly gather my wits and roll to the other side and sweep the elf of his feet. I get a good ook at him and see that he is a tall and strong elf but in any case I bring my blade down hard in to his stomach. My blade almost snapped in two by the thickness of the armour and again I found myself on the ground. The elf is just about to bring his sword crashing on me when I quickly grab a dagger and send through his leg. I stand up just as he falls to knee. He screams out in pain as he attempts to remove the dagger from his wound and when he does he howls even louder with the agony. I crouch and turn him around. I remove his helmet and ease his passing. I turn around and see that Ralof is strongly outnumbered. I take an arrow and ready my bow. I let go of the arrow and it pierces one elf's neck and manages to cut another's enough to kill him in a few seconds. Ralof handles the rest of them.

"I was doing fine!" He snaps, clearly annoyed at the fact I saved his life.

"OK, next time you can die!" I shout back at him.

He doesn't reply and he runs off to the Wind district and I quickly run after him. When I get in to Wind district I see that the once thousand strong army we had was weaker than 500. I run into the middle of the square and order all of my men to desert this area. I run into the dead centre.

"FUS RO DAH." I shout whilst spinning in a circle, which surprisingly kills most of the guards and not so surprisingly rips the roof and dents the walls of several houses."Alright march on Dragonsreach!" I shout to the Plains district.

I notice that there are some citizens have joined our cause and I wasn't going to say no,The more the merrier, I think to myself. I calmly walk up to Dragonsreach and just as I reach the bottom of the stairs I am jumped by someone. I struggle to break free but after I send my elbow into his stomach several times he begins to weaken. I break free of his grasp and I unsheathe my blade and he does so to. I strike at his shoulder but he manages to parry my attack get a good slice at my upper arm making it bleed profusely. I punch his face and remove his helmet and almost fall over my feet with the face that is under it.

"Bragor!" I exclaim readying my blade for a killing slice to his neck."What did they pay you?" I ask, with a distinct tone of disgust and betrayal in my voice.

"Let's say I owe something to the high elves." He says, with a smile."How the fuck did you think this place was armed to the teeth?" He says.

"You looked like many things Bragor but a rat and dead man weren't one of them." I say to him, bringing my blade through his heart.

"Good night , you Elvish bastard!" I say to his dying his body while retracting my sword.

I turn on his corpse feeling much colder on the inside now that I had just killed someone who I would've called friend. before I go to Dragonsreach I find and piece of cloth and tie it tight round my wound making the bleeding slower. I reach the top of the stairs and the doors burst open and running through it is an Argonian running out on fire, who once outside the door swiftly takes a nose dive into the water next to the stairs.What the fuck is going on, I say to myself and charge through the door. The first thing I see is a Elvish mage dressed in the usual mage robes and it doesn't take me long to discover the cause of the fire. The mage was conjuring a Flame Atronach. I see many Nords, Argonians, Elves and other beings set alight running round as if they were headless chickens. I needed to kill the mage but I didn't know how because surely he was either protected by magic or there was a group of guards protecting him. I shout Brynjolf and Ralof over and we duck behind a stone wall.

"Does anyone know any water spells?" I ask in desperation.

"No, but there's a bucket over there and there is some water outside so..." Ralof leads off.

"Right, on your count Bormir. You go for the water and me Ralof will keep him occupied."

"1,2,3!"I shout charging for the bucket.

I grab it and run through the doors. I dive into the water and see the smouldering corpse of the Argonian I saw, obviously too late to duse the flames before died. I fill the bucket and swim to the edge. I pull myself up and run back through the doors and see the Atronach. I charge at it and soak it with water , just as it throws a fireball at Brynjolf. Brynjolf dodges but only slightly and his hair gets slightly singed. I turn to the mage and see that he his downed but I know he won't be down for long as even I know a healing spell. I run over and kick him upwards to the nose which instantly kills him, That is gruesome, I say to myself. I turn around and see the Atronach shrink to the ground. I run over to see if Brynjolf is alright.

"Are you alright Brynjolf?" I ask.

"Nothing that will kill me." He replies.

"Then let's go find the elf in charge of this joint." I say as we leave the burning hall.

We walk upto the Jarls living quarter and see that there was definitely a rush to escape but the only one I knew was out of a window and that wouldn't end well. I walk around and see more signs that people were here. I throw over cabinets with fine jewels and strong armour inside and chest of drawers to see if there was a trapdoor underneath or a tunnel but to no avail. I stamp the floor in rage and hear a hollow sound from under the rug. I rip it from the floor and see a trapdoor.

"Finally." I say, barely louder than a mutter

I open up the heavy wooden and door and jump down into the barely lit tunnel. I take a lit torch from the holder on a wall and walk down the tunnel. Every so often I stop and listen ahead of me but I can only hear the faint scuttling of rats and other rodents. I look to the floor and see that the dirt has recently been stood upon so I quicken my pace. Before too long I begin to hear the faint whispering of voices and as I progress forward they get gradually louder. I see light and run for it. I escape the tunnel and see that it is far from Whiterun. I see two bodies running and I could only presume that it was the Jarl and his steward or housecarl, if they had that thing. I run after them. They see me and run faster. I pull out an arrow and manage to clip the Jarls heel. He drops to floor and I sprint faster and catch him up. The steward pulls out his sword but I shoot an arrow into his heart. I pick the Elf up.

"Why are the Elves in Skyrim?!" I demand.

"Why should I tell you!" He replies

"Have it your way then." I say while head butting him, knocking him out.

I drag him back to Whiterun and in 5 minutes I and drag him through the tunnel, being as careless as possible. I come to the ladder and climb hitting his head on every rung. I appear through the floor and throw him on the ground.

"Brynjolf, Ralof!" I shout.

"What's happened?" Ralof asks.

"Take this piece of shit to the dungeons." I say.

"With pleasure." Brynjolf says while dragging him off.

I walk out of the living quarters and out of Dragonsreach and I know that this was the first step of many...