Proving Grounds by Attila

Nisara, 16th of Frost Fall, 4E 201:

I stand triumphantly on one of Markarth's guard towers with my blade pointing to the city walls. My dragons fly over me with long ropes in their grasp for my foot soldiers to scale the massive defensive wall. My troops form their lines and begin marching forward.

Nisara, you must stop this insanity. Akatosh demandsit!

I look skyward with an enormous grin and shout to the Gods, "FUCK YOU!"

The Gods fall silent as Alduin lands beside me. He nods for me to mount him, again, and I unleash a thu'um upon my soldiers when the first assault team begins their climb.

"Feim Zii Gron!" the black legion troops become ethereal as they reach the top of the wall.

Jumping without fear, my first wave invades successfully. Pride, is all I'm feeling now that I destroy my enemies.

"Fuck boy, over the wall!" I command Alduin as we avoid a trebuchet, "Give them protection!"

He snarls viciously at me, but obliges the order from his second on command. My soldiers form phalanxes and push the city guards back. Alduin lands within the city, giving me the opportunity to back my men.

"Nisara, heavy resistance near Cidnah Mine." Dra'nihl, an Imperial raised Khajiit, informs me breathless that I am with the battle, "Guards are holding Understone Keep. You give us the command and we will follow."

I draw my blade, again, and give the black armored soldier my command, "Concentrate all on the palace, I'll take the mine. Move out!"

He places a fist on his chest and bows his head, "Understood. But is taking the mine a strategic move?"

I flash my broken teeth at him while snarling to instill fear. He whimpers and leaves. Gods damn it, where's the Argonian? I swear I can never find him when I need him, but when I don't he's in the way. I growl to myself and head to the mine.

Please, tainted child, and this slaughter. Mara begs you. This never needed to happen.

"That's right, it never needed to happen." I again growl to the cat of love, "If you never took my children, this could've been avoided! Fuck your begging!"

"Retreat!" a Nord shouts from within the mine, "Where do we retreat to?!"

I tilt the tip of my blade downward and listen to the sound of death from the prison. It sounds like only one of my soldiers is inside, maybe I should assist them. Then again, they do seem to have it under control. Fuck it, in going in deep!

The stone walls are painted in blood. Multiple city guards are laying against the cave sides with numerous dents in their armor. Seems like my soldier is using a mace in their massacre. I should really pay these guys.

"Stop!" a guard shouts in a terrified voice, "Please, let me live!"

I approach the two and see multiple bodies lying around the heavy armored soldier near the entrance to the lower mine. Well, I found the Argonian. He removed his helmet to reveal his broken face and stare the guard down. He points directly to his broken snout and then points to the guard. Oh shit, this is good! I hope he kills him.

My Argonian places a boot to the guards chest and pushed hard. Said guard falls into the mine screaming in agony. I really need to pay him! I would've barely stabbed him in the back, and then throw him off. Oh! Better, I would've killed him a pickaxe!

The Argonian looks at me and motions to the locked cell door where the sound of a struggle is heard, but not the good struggle; more like a 'let me go' kinda struggle. Damn, I'm good at describing things! Following him, he pulls his massive daedric war hammer, that I gave him, and bashes the door inward.

I rush through and tackle the first thing in front of me. My shoulder collides with a bed post as the people inside laugh at my pure stupidity. Dumb ass. Hey, that was maximum effort!

"Utandus!" a grey and brown Khajiit woman shouts and hugs the Argonian, "Anhjaini knew her mate wouldn't leave her behind!"

Utandus is apparently the Argonian's name. The Khajiit is continously kissing the lizard. First time I've seen that. Today started great, I attacked Markarth; now it's just strange. Then again I never cared for interracial love, yeah call me a bigot, and you won't live much longer.

"Prisoners!" I shout over the rioting men and women, "Assist me with the attack and you will have your freedom."

They chant and follow me to the keep. My troops are in a stalemate with the guard, perhaps they need a hand. My newest; conscripted soldiers seem to read my mind and sprint headlong into the city guard ranks.

"Alduin, release a roar; inspire the mortals to die for you!" the black dragon huffs and roars to the sky.

Any louder and I think my ears would bleed from forty feet away. Works well enough I suppose.

"We surrender!" the guards simultaneously cry out and toss their weapons down.

Giving them a grin I give my soldiers the order I've completely forced in them, "Oprot niin. Nid gein lahney."

My troops surround the the guard and begin their task of ending them. I can't stand around all day, I've got a jarl to kill.

Translations

Oprot niin :: execute them

Nid gein lahney :: no one lives