"Lokir of Rorikstead"

At first Lokir doesn't respond.

He is looking down at the ground dazed. Hadvar calls him again and he suddenly looks up. His eyes jump from person to person until his fight or flight instinct kicks in. He steps forward, cries out "No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" and makes a run for it.

I try to facepalm but end up slapping myself with my other hand. As he runs, the Captain makes the order and the nearby archers easily send arrows through his back.

"And so the That Guy Right There Is Always Right foundation strikes again!" I sarcastically say to myself as I step forward.

The captain turns back to me and sneers, "Anyone else feel like running?"

"Oh sure I don't see why not girlie." I sneer back sarcastically, "After all, it's just a matter of how you want to die!"

The young soldier speaks up, "Wait, simmer down. Who are you?"

Half expecting a character creation menu to pop up I wait and look around. Hadvar looks at me annoyed and asks again,"You got stones in your ears? Who are you?"

"If you really must know for your stupid list that won't matter in a few minutes, the name's That Guy Right There."

Hadvar sighs and says, "What's your real name." clearly more annoyed.

"That is my real name," I reply with a smirk.

Hadvar sighs and scribbles into his book. "Well what's your race anyway. You're obviously not tall enough to be a Nord."

"Well, fuck you too then."

"In that case I'm just going to assume you're a Breton then."

Surprisingly this somewhat made sense considering my last character was a Breton. "Sure why not." I replied.

Hadvar continued scribbling in his book, with an eyebrow raised. "So captain, this guy isn't on the list. What should we do?

The captain smirks and says, "Forget the list, this one goes to the block."

Hadvar looks at me, smirks and scribbles some more, "By your orders captain. Follow the captain prisoner."

"Fucker didn't even say he was 'sorry'", I thought to myself.

I followed the captain and stood in place with the line of prisoners, tapping my fingers on my leg in anticipation. To be honest I wasn't sure how I was going to react to the dragon, or if I was going to end up on the block too soon or too late and be in the wrong spot.

General Tullius spoke up, "Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne."

Ulfric gave a grunt as he always does, and honestly after all those times I'm not sure if it was him trying to shout or in protest to it being a murder.

Tullius spoke up again, this time noticeably angry, "You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos! And now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace!"

"I'm pretty sure that was because of the Thal-," I got cut off by a roaring noise ringing down the mountainside. I knew it was coming but the roar was much louder than I expected.

Hadvar exclaimed, "What the fuck was that?!"

Tullius looks towards the sky and to assure everyone (most likely including himself) claims, "It's nothing, carry on."

The captain steps forward proudly and exclaims, "Yes, General Tullius." She turns to the Priestess of Arkay nearby and orders her with a smile, "Give them their last rites."

The priestess raises her hands to the sky and calls out her prayer: "As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you-," and is interrupted at the thought of there only being eight Divines by the Stormcloak next to me, "For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with!"

I shake my head as I know he could have probably survived if he just waited for the priestess to finish. He is shoved onto his knees by the captain, and immediately I think to myself I'm not going to be able to not say something about that when I'm up.

The Stormcloak looks up before being bent over the block and exclaims, "My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?"

The headsman silently raises his axe into position, and lets it fall.