Great. I get to watch Lokir get killed in 4K ultra HD now.
"Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time." The imperial officer calls.
Ralof groans, "Empire loves their damn lists." I look over at him smirking. Tell me about it, I've seen this scene play out hundreds of times.
"Ulfric, Jarl of Windhelm." Hadvar calls. Ulfric quietly walks over to the block.
"Its been an honor, Jarl Ulfric," Ralof calls, sorrow evident in his voice.
Hadvar lists off names until only Lokir and I remain. "Lokir of Rorikstead."
He steps up frantically yelling out, "No, I'm not a rebel, you can't do this!" Lokir begins to sprint away, attempting a futile escape, "You're not gonna kill me!"
"Halt! Archers, fire!" The imperial officer next to Hadvar shouts. I watch in mild annoyance as three arrows pierce through the back of the elf.
"Anyone else feel like running?" The officer turned back and chided, smirk evident on her face.
"What an idiot, surely he noticed the archers and soldiers that are literally COVERING this town," I say, walking up to the two imperials.
Hadvar eyes me, "Name?"
"Sigr, but you can call me whatever you like," I said, winking at the female officer next to him.
Hadvar sighed, "Race?"
I froze, Shit. I don't even know what race I am. Hell, I half expected a character creation menu to pop up.
"Uh, Nord?" Came my meek reply. Silently praying I'm not a Redguard or Elf.
"What do we do captain? He's not on the list." Hadvar says, looking over to his commanding officer. "Forget the list. He goes to the block too."
"How rude, we only just met. Perhaps I can change your mind?" I raised my eyebrows at the Officer. Hadvar sighed, clearly annoyed.
"Simmer down prisoner, head over to the block. I'll make sure your remains are returned to your family."
I walked up and took my place next to Ralof. General Tullius walked up to Ulfric before delivering his spiel.
"Ulfric Storm Cloak, some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use his power to voice murder on his king and usurp the throne." Tullius paused for dramatic effect, "You started this war. Plunged Skyrim into chaos. Now the empire is going to put you down and restore the peace."
Just then, a roar split through the air. Causing everyone to look up in the sky, searching for the source of the noise.
"Uh, what the hell was that?" Hadvar said, looking at a nearby mountain range.
"It's nothing, continue on." General Tullius states, eager to see our heads roll.
"Yes General!" The female officer replies, turning to look at the priestess behind her, "Give them their last rights."
The priestess raises her arms in prayer, "As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the eight divines upon-"
"Oh for the love of Talos, let's get this over with." A rebel draped in his blue battle gear exclaims, walking up to the chopping block. "Come on I don't have all morning!"
Poor fool, if only he waited not 5 more minutes we would have survived. Oh well then, not my problem.
The rebel lays down and places his head on the chopping block before muttering defiantly, "My ancestors are smiling upon me imperials, can you say the same?"
As he finished, the headman raises his axe, and with a final wet shlunk, he was no more. I ignored the cries of justice and celebration from both sides. I was, frankly, too busy worrying over if Alduin would show up on time. To my luck, I heard the roar of a dragon creeping ever so closer.
"Someone tell me your hearing this?" Hadvar croaks, concern lacing his words.
"Ha, he's right on time," I say with relief.
Ralof turns a questioning brow towards me, "Who is right on time? What do you know?"
Not knowing how to answer, I stumble on my words until the officer calls me to the block.
I walk up confidently, looking the imperial officer in the eye, "As much as I'd love to be beheaded today, I don't think that's how this is going to pan out."
The female officer snarled and pushed me down to the block with more force than was really necessary. The headsman raised his axe and a sliver of fear entered my heart.
"Anytime now, you're being pretty dramatic Ald-"
Before I can finish my sentence, a great roar pierced the air. Everyone looks up in shock, just in time to see the great black dragon swoop in from the mountains.
"Sentries, what do you see?" The officer shouted.
"It's in the clouds!"
Alduin crashes onto the tower of the keep, sending brick flying and peppering us below. His scream tore open a storm from the sky, causing fireballs to start falling from seemingly nowhere. The headsman stumbled forward and fell, impaling himself on his axe.
I laid there staring as his lifeless corpse began to ooze a dark red liquid. As much as I had played Skyrim, seeing a real person dying in front of me was not good for my psyche.
