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Now we're getting into the good stuff, the first chapter taking place in Skyrim, soon the two will merge into the main crossover. I put it in helgen as to introduce the main character to the reader, to let you know the dragonborn is a canon character and not an oc, but being the game is an RPG the player can name him, just to let you know.
Chapter 8:attack at Helgen pt1
Skyrim 4E 201, 8th of morndas (sunday), firstseed (march) 7am
The dim light of the sun shown through the morning clouds blanketing over Skyrim, the smell of morning dew mixed with the smell of pine filled the air, coupled with the blooming of blue, red and purple mountain flowers. Dawn brought life to the wilderness of the northern province, as the morning brought the sound of deer, bears, and howling of wolves, the air was teeming with buzzing sounds of dartwings (dragonflies), bee's and the soft fluttering sound of butterflies. A faint noise soon disrupts the tranquility of the wilds, an elk lifts its ears in alarm, not to the wolves soon to hunt them, but to that of two sets of wagon wheels and horse hooves traversing on the cobblestone road. The road cut through the wild of Skyrim was part of one of the supply routes through Helgen, a town held by the Imperial legion, but owned by Falkreath hold. To better understand the province, Skyrim has nine holds all governed by a jarl, these holds go as follows: Whiterun, Falkreath, Eastmarch, the Rift, the Pale, Winterhold, the Reach, Haafingar and Hjaalmarch.
As of now two wagons escorted by two horsemen, one in front and one taking up the rear, escorted them to the nearest town of Helgen, for what purpose though no one knows.
The rear wagon jumped after hitting a pothole in the road, the driver cursing at the misfortune of the event, four imperial soldiers, two being the drivers of the wagons and two on horseback, were currently escorting eight prisoners. The imperial soldiers were dressed in similar fashion to roman battle dresses, but made of leather, a light armored variant compared to the full heavy steel version currently being worn by the horse rider taking the rear. The driver cursed again after hitting another pothole, looking down at the wheels, he sighed, grateful that the gods didn't give him any misfortunes, however the same couldn't be said for the passengers of the two wagons. In the back of the first wagon sat four nords, two men and two women, bound by their hands; the nords were dressed in light leather and chain armor, with the main chest adorned with blue cloth covering the leather. Around their hands and feet were leather and fur gauntlets and boots, with some of them wearing several amulets of talos, the amulet taking the shape of a sword's pommel and hilt, their hair colors varying from browns to dirty blondes.
In the second wagon a dirty blonde nord wearing a heavier leatherd version of the lighter variant sat next to black haired nord dressed in rugged and frayed prison clothes, who in turn sat across from a bound and gagged nord with dirty blonde hair. This nord wore steel and leather armor, his steel pauldron buckles located on his cuirasse, resembling that of a roaring bear, he too wore leather and fur gauntlets and boots. Sitting next to him was another nord with black hair and three scars running down his left eye, currently he was passed out, his head falling forward and bobbing as the wagon shook. A final bumb of the road soon woke the nord up, opening his eyes the world was in haze as confusion began to set in on why he was sitting in a wagon, it then hit him, the border.
"Hey, hey you, you're finally awake, guards sure worked you over.". He looked to the right at the black haired nord, he could tell by his voice he was cocky and downright rude by the way he spoke, yet he didn't recognize him.
"Don't mind him-" he looked towards the nord on his left "- i told the imperials you weren't with us, but they just grabbed you, like that thief over there". The blonde nord motioned with his head to the thief on the right, speaking in a celtic accent.
The thief scoffed at him as if he was to blame "if wasn't for your war, i would've been halfway across Hammerfell by now"
The blonde nord glared at the thief "you stand with us or you stand against us horse thief. We're all brothers and sisters now, might as well get used to it, thief".
Tired of being called a thief all the time the nord spoke disgruntingly "my name is not thief, it's Lokir, now who are you stormcloak?!"
The other nord amused Lokir and stated "it's Ralof, not stormcloak, nor is it rebel!". Ralof earned a scoff from Lokir, which prompted a reply from the driver.
"Would you two shut up back there".
Lokir rolled his eyes and sat silent, but only for a moment when he eyed the gagged man sitting in front of him, squinting. He looked somewhat familiar, yet he didn't recognize him at all. He heard the man grumble and motion his eyes towards the driver, yet he didn't recognize what he wanted, Lokir shook his head and soon made a comment that made him wish he was back home.
(chuckling) "what's wrong with him? Guards gagged him for not shutting up" This question sparked a fire in Ralof.
"Watch your tongue, you're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true high king!"
Lokir's blood both boiled and froze upon hearing that name, all the while the black haired nord sat worried, confused and skeptic as to what was going on and what Ulfric was with them.
Lokir then began to talk down to Ulfric "hey you Ulfric, you traitor, you're the reason we're here! YOU KING KILLER!". However, with his frustrations aside, he soon began to worry, now realising that the Jarl of Windhelm was now in the hands of the empire.
Lokir soon started to panic a bit "oh gods, where are they taking us?" his fear now coming out, with Ralof giving him a sigh.
"I don't know Lokir, but sovngarde awaits. Imagine the halls of lorkan, feasting, mead.".
Sovngarde the primordial afterlife of the nords, too many, those who die in honorable combat will feast in the halls of Lorkhan and meet the nordic god shor. When it comes to the plain of sovngarde, many schollores are curious whether it actually exists or not, but when a nord describes it, it is described in high spirits. The description of the plain details forms the stories and hearsay of nords as being: 'once you go to sovngarde you will be met at the whale bone bridge' another being 'once you enter shor's hall you will see and hear the stories of great battles, and the endless flow of mead and a bountiful feast'.
Hearing Ralofs mention of sovngarde made Lokir mentally drool "gods what i wouldn't give for some mead right now, or even a sodding wench"
Ralof glanced over to the thief "say where are you from Lokir?". The nord looked at him as if he was seriously trying to be nice to him, but being as they were in imperial hands he replied.
"Rorikstead, and what does it matter to you?" Lokir snapped back, only to hear Ralofs frustration and beliefs rise.
"Because their wont a Rorikstead, or any holds once the empire has its way. No Jarls to rule over them, just legion soldiers, martial law and Thalmor-" Lokir and the mysterious nord listed as Ralof continued "-every man, woman and child is part of this rebellion, horse thief. Everyone has to fight for the freedom of the nine holds. FOR THE FREEDOM OF SKYRIM!".
Lokir chuckled and looked at the mysterious nord "can you believe this guy!?-" as he looked back at Ralof "- freedom of the nine holds. I don't remember the empire sweeping up every cutpurse in skyrim, before you sodding bastards-" his voice grew more aggressive "-came along and butcher their sodding soldiers!".
The outburst gave quite a shock to a few listening soldiers, and to the mysterious nord who began to question this whole civil war. It was then that Ralof looked at the nord and was curious as to why he didn't intervene on the matter of the war. The nord however didn't get the chance to ask when the two wagons began to get in range of the walls of Helgen.
"Helgen?-" Lokir was puzzled at the location "-why here?". He looked at Ralof who just stared at the wall.
"I don't know-" he finally said "- but sovngarde awaits". Knowing full well what might happen.
All the while the mysterious nord looked at the walls, he's never been to this town and was quite surprised at how defended it was. He could barely just make out two towers, one in the center of the town and the across to the left of it.
Helgen being a walled off town consisted of a two main and a walk path, the wagons entering from the east were met with a two story house and a smaller single room house. One of the main sentry towers was placed in the middle behind the two story house and across from a right angle long house.
An imperial soldier on the overhead platform called out to someone behind the wall "General Tullius sir, the headsman is waiting.".
General Tullius, an imperial of the empire, sat on horseback as he spoke to Elynwyn, the Thalmor ambassador to Skyrim, he sat wanting to know why the ambassador had arrived at the town of Helgen. Not surprisingly enough he knew why she was here and he was confident in making sure she didn't get her way in the slightest. Tullius heard the gates open and wagons roll by as Elynwyn eyed the wagon at the rear spotting Ulfric.
"General Tulius, I demand you bring Ulfric into our custody at one!" Elynwyn, the main Altmer ambassador with greyish yellow skin, yellow eyes and black with gold trimmed robe, sat on horseback glaring at the imperial general. She just got word of Ulfric's capture and demanded his release.
Tulis stood firm and in a calm, but authoritative voice denied her "I'm sorry Elynwyn, that's just not possible".
Fire erupted in the ambassador's eyes "you're making a terrible mistake-" her words dripped with venom "-i operate under strict imperial authority of white gold concordat-" turning to leave she made a threat "-you'll regret crossing us!"
Ralof made his disgusted remark regarding Tulius and continued when he saw the Thalmor ambassador "hguh and it looks like the Thalmor are with them, damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this!".
Tullius soon heard a nord speak in disgust pointing out it was a stormcloak who spoke "look general Tullius the military governor and it looks like the thalmor are with him. Damn elves, I bet they had something to do with this!".
Ralof scoffed "thalmor bitch".
Ralof with his anger subsiding a bit he took note of the town they were currently in, memories began to flood back to him "this is Helgen, i used to be sweet on a girl here. Wonder if Vilod is still making mead with juniper berries mixed in-". It was then he eyed the imperial walls and remembered times before the war "-(chuckle) funny, imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe. (irritated sigh) until now"
The mysterious nord eyed the town and saw the many straw thatched roofs and stone houses, on their left they noticed three nords sitting/ standing on the deck of one the larger (L) shaped houses. The father of the boy who was sitting on the steps of the house walked over to him, a concerned look present on his face.
"Who are they daddy? Where are they going?" the boy named Hamming asked with curiosity.
"You need to get inside little cub" the nord named Torolf orders his son, clearly seeing the situation rise as he notices Ulfric stormcloak in bindings.
"Why? I want to watch the soldiers?" Hamming pleaded he liked seeing the imperial legionnaires march to and from their posts.
Torlof wasn't having any of it, he didn't want his son to see the outcome of traitors to the empire "inside the house now!".
Hamming sighed, defeated "yes papa" as he stood up he walked over to the door, opened it and went inside.
Matlara looked at her husband Torolf, her face contorted in worry, she knew what was going to happen regarding the traitors "i'll go check on him" she said, soon disappearing into the house.
A fell breeze blew through the town, the mysterious nord looked towards the southern snow capped mountains, he felt uneasy as if something was coming. He soon felt the wagon stop, seeing the imperial driver hop down from his seat he overheard an imperial captain bark out orders to the head cart. In response the nord heard a panicked Lokir speak with worry.
"W-wait, why are we stopping?" They soon stood up with Ralof following a response to the thieves' worry.
"Why do you think, it's end of the line." an imperial captain in steel armor walked over just in time to see them stand up, but that didn't deter her from barking out orders.
"Hadvar, get these prisoners out of the carts, MOVE IT!"
"By your orders captain", Hadvar grabbing his clipboard started to bellow out the order.
"ALL RIGHT ASSES OFF THE WAGONS! MOVE!"
Lokir was in a sure panic, as he and the other prisoners began to hop off the wagon, in desperation he tried to reason with the imperial soldiers, in hopes they could let them go.
"Wait, we're not rebels, this is a mistake". His reasoning fell on the ears of not only Ralof, but also the captain as well.
"Shut up stormcloak" she spat, her hand on the pommel of her blade.
"Imperial bitch" Lokir swore, getting the ire of not only the captain, but also the nearby soldiers.
"Face your death with some courage thief," Ralof spat. Looking up at the mysterious nord, Ralof watched the imperial captain stand next to Hadvar who was looking over the clipboard in his left hand and a quill in his right.
"The Empire loves their damn lists" Ralof stated as he and the unknown nord jumped out of the cart with a grunt.
Hadvar with his clipboard soon began to go over the names on the list:
"Ulfric stormcloak, Jarl of windhelm, charged with murder and high treason:sentanced to death"
Ralof sighed "it's been an honor Jarl Ulfric" watching Ulcric stormcloak walk towards the central sentry tower.
Hadvar looked over his list "next in line".
Ralof with defiance stepped up "Ralof of Riverwood, proud son of Skyrim" walking off with his head high, he walked over towards the sentry tower.
Hadvar wrote it off "stormcloak, traitor:sentenced to death-" looking up "next in line".
Lokir stepped up and began to protest his innocence "Lokir and I'm not a stormcloak rebel, jst a thief".
Hadvar looked over the list and shook his head "no, it says right here you are".
Lokir's face went pale after hearing he was to be executed, taking his chance he ran while yelling at the top of his lungs of his not so much innocence regarding the horse.
"No, no you can't do this, I was just trying to steal a horse!".
"HALT!" the captain bellowed as lokir ran past, pointing at the sentry tower she gave direct orders, orders that only meant one thing.
"ARCHERS!"
Lokir was just about to pass the large long house when he heard his fate coming from behind, beginning with-twang- followed by a sharp pain piercing his back. Looking down he fell to his knees upon seeing the steel tipped imperial arrow sticking out of his chest after it nearly went through his torso.
"Gods-why" were his last words before falling forward lifeless.
The imperial captain made a notion to the other prisoners daring them to try and run "anyone else feel like running!?".
No one dared, not if they wanted an arrow in the back or a sword in their gut, though many of them dared not move, but looked at the empire with bitter hate. The same went for the empire, but the strange nord soon realised something, some of the imperial troops were uneasy, which meant only one thing: they began to question the empire. Dissent, that's what many of them felt, and it was only a matter of time before any of them desert and change sides and for the empire desertions are punishable by death.
Hadvar quickly went back to his list, 'well that was unpleasant' he thought, he quickly focussed back on the names, until… he looked up at the mysterious nord, then back to the list shocked, there was no name.
"You!-" he pointed to the nord who in turn pointed to himself, hadvar nodded "-yes you! Now step forward!". Once he did he heard the question that would change his life forever. "Who are you?"
He didn't want to say his name, but he had no choice, he had to find her, he had to tell her what happened in Cyrodiil, sighing it was now or never taking a deep breath he spoke.
"SteelBlade-" he replied in his nordic accent "-Ralek steelblade". That name alone carried weight, as many who heard began to whisper amongst themselves. Even Ulfric stormcloak and General Tullius were surprised once the whispering caught their ears all except a nord woman who caught a gust of wind in her ear. More so the whole reason the name carried weight, especially in the empire, is that the steelblade clan supported the stormcloaks and the emperor wanted them dealt with.
Hadvar looked at Ralek with anger once he found out who this mysterious nord was "got a lot of guts to return home Ralek, the empire has you and your clan wanted for treason against the empire!". Ralek nodded knowing about the bounty of a thousand septims (gold) for each of them turned into the local guard alive, but it wasn't the bounty Ralek was here for, no he was after his sister.
"I'm not here for the bounty, or to turn myself in, I'm here for my sister, it's a family matter and quite personal.". He could only watch Hadvar nod, his face softening up a bit, now knowing he's not here to cause trouble, but being as he was on the wagon he probably knew what the captain was going to say.
"Captain, what do we do? He's not on the list." he was hoping she would find reason, but imperial protocol took over.
She shook her head "forget the list, if he's a traitor then he goes to the bloc" she informed, not caring for sentamit and began to walk off towards the group of waiting prisoners.
Hadvar sadly sighed "by your orders captain-" looking at Ralek he solomy spoke "-i'm sorry we'll make sure your remains are buried here in Skyrim.". He pointed towards the captain " now follow the captain to the others".
Doing as he was told Ralek had no choice but to walk over to the other prisoners, he looked up towards the sentry tower in the middle of the town, watching as two imperial archers kept a lookout for anything suspicious. Something was off though, it was then he heard Ralof whisper in his ear.
"You hear it too-" Ralof began.
Ralek looked at him confused "hear what?"
Ralofs face turned serious "exactly, not a single bird or animal made a sound when we entered.".
Ralek looked around and sure enough not a single bird chirped, looking back he noticed the horses acting as if something bit them on the ass and seeing a shadow at the same time. He watched two imperial soldiers try to calm the horses down, but to no avail, they just kept neighing in fright. It was then that general Tulius began to speak to ulfric.
"Jarl Ulfric some here in helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use the power of the voice to murder his king and usurp his thorne-" his response was ulfric grunting in protest through his gag. Tullius pointed accusingly "-you started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the empire is going to put you down and restore the peace.".
His small speech brought cheers to many knowing that the civil war is on the verge of being over, but cheering soon stopped when an echoing roar came from over the southern mountains. The two sentries on the sothwestern tower (behind the prisoners) looked towards the mountains, then at each other, they shrugged.
Hadvar looked to the sky "what was that?" he questioned looking over to the general, curious if he knew.
His reply was that of little concern "it's nothing-"he nodded towards the captain "-carry on".
"Yes, General Tullius-" the captain looked towards the priest of Arkay in front of her "-give them their last rights".
A priest of the eight divines stepped forward, her yellow gold hooded robes shuffled in a calm breeze, raising her arms, she began to bless them. "As we commend your souls to aetherius, blessings of the eight divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of nirn, Our beloved-"
Enraged and irritated, a stormcloak soldier stepped forward, furious that Talos wasn't mentioned as the ninth devine. "For the love of Talos, shut up and lets get this over with"
The priestess of Arkay scoffed at the soldier "as you wish".
He walked up next to the imperial captain "come on i haven't got all morning!" he snapped, the captain glaring at him. Putting her hand on his shoulder, she pushed him to his knees, placing a foot on his back, she bent him forward. With his head over a wooden crate and neck placed on the stone block, the stormcloak gave out one final insult while the headsman lined up his axe.
"My ancestors are smiling on me imperials-" the axe swung back "-can you say the same".
In quick fashion -whoosh-chop-squelch- the nords head was severed from his shoulders, blood squirted from his neck soaking the cobblestone with crimson. Stormcloaks watched with utter horror, then rage as one of their own was given the headsman's shave, Ralek himself was quite appalled with this.
Stormcloak woman "you imperial bastards"
Vilod "justice!"
Ingrid "Death to the stormcloaks!"
Ralof soon spoke a somber tone of respect "as fearless in death, as he was in life" Ralof bowed his head in silence.
The captain pointed towards Ralek "next the nord in the rags". Raleks heart skipped a beat after hearing he was called next, but before anyone said anything they were interrupted when the same echoing roar was heard over the mountains, but to the worry of many, it sounded much closer.
Hadvar looked to the sky "there it is again, did you hear that?"
The captain glared at him "I said, next prisoner!"
Hadvar sighed "to the block Ralek, nice and easy. Sorry you had to be in this mess".
Knowing his fate is sealed Ralek walked towards the bloc, all the while the two sentries on the southern tower kept their eyes on the sky, after hearing that second roar, they're more worried than ever. Reaching the block Ralek kneeled down and placed his head on the block, facing the headsman who lined up his axe and slowly raised it, but before bringing down his swing a third roar echoed. The culprit soon flew over the mountains, Ralek couldn't believe his eyes at what he saw, black scales and wings, spiked tail and back, it couldn't be.
The two sentries in the central tower elicited a cry of disbelief "what in oblivion is that!?" their stunned silence soon to be their demise.
The captain looked up at the two "sentries, what do you see!?". Her response though was that of the large creature slamming down on the tower crushing one of the sentries, while sending the other over the edge to his death. The executioner staggered forward, Ralek gawking in shock at what he saw 'shor's ass, is that a-'.
"DRAGON!" The whole town went into a sheer panic, Tulius himself too gawked upon seeing a dragon, but soon regained his composure and began barking orders.
"LIEUTENANT GET THE GUARD OUT HERE NOW AND ALERT THE SODDING BATTLEMAGES!"
A thunderous clap came from the dragon, his scales black as coal, its eyes and underbelly through its scales glowed blood red, the clap soon formed a vortex of dark grey clouds with fireballs falling from it seconds later. The dragon immediately caught sight of its target, the one he was after the one he felt in his blood, he glared at the nord on the chopping block, his hatred seething after laying eyes on him.
The executioner slowly staggered back on his feet but wasn't prepared for what happened next, no one was, in a deep malevolent voice (think of megatron, but deeper) he shouted "FUS'RO'DAH". A shockwave of pure energy flew towards the executioner in the shape of a cone and struck him and Ralek with lethal force, Ralek groaned in pain, but was curious as to why he wasn't dead yet. The sight of the executioner's mangled body made him wonder why he was spared, his thoughts however were interrupted when an all too familiar nord helped him up.
"Come on let's go-" Ralof urged, freed of his bindings "-the gods won't give us another chance!". Ralek didn't need to be told twice and booked to the southern tower with Ralof, the door slammed shut behind them just as the dragon swooped down.
"Are you alright!?" a deep celtic voice spoke.
Ralek nodded, surprised to see Ulfric standing before him "yes we're fine, thanks". Ulfric smiled and patted his shoulder, walking past he assessed his men.
"Ulfric-" the jarl turned to Ralof "- that was a dragon could the legends be true?!".
Ulfric's face turned serious and spoke a phrase that will forever burn in Raleks mind "legends don't burn down villages.".
The tower shook, signalling that they need to leave knowing that the dragon will try to bring it down on them. Ralek looked at the stormcloak soldiers, many of them were seriously injured and near death while some were ready to fight and shit themselves at the same time.
The tower shook again "we need to move, now!" Ulfric bellowed, Ralek stepped aside just as part of the tower's ceiling hit the ground.
Ralof grabbed his shoulder and pointed to the stairs to the second floor "quick up the stairs. Let's go!". The two quickly rushed up the stair, rubble was piled against the wall of the second floor, a stormcloak soldier stuck in the debris, while his friend tried to get him out.
"Okay, I almost got you out, just hang in there" the wall behind the aiding stormcloak exploded inward , the dragon responsible after ramming its head, large chunks of debris crushed the helpless nord stuck under the previous ruble, with the other now stuck in the new. He tried desperately to crawl out, but upon looking up all hope died in him, the dragon reeling his head back and shouted 'YOL,TOR,SHUL', a blaze of fire engulfed the screaming stormcloak as he was quickly incinerated. Both Ralek and Ralof quickly rushed back down the stairs just as the flames were about to sear them, steadily they rushed back up the steps upon hearing the dragon fly away to another part of the burning village.
The hole in the tower presented itself as good fortune, now realising there might be a way out and sure enough it was both nords that spied the burning remains of the large nordic house. A hole was blasted out earlier in the attack, though a pile of rubble was engulfed in flames, it was the only good fortune they had in a while and they took it.
"The hole in the roof, jump to it, I'll be right behind you" Ralof replied, though of course he had to inform Ulfric, unless the Jarl found another way out. Nodding Ralek stepped back a bit to get a running start, rushing to the edge he leapt towards the destroyed building and winced in pain once he landed after some of the flames licked the flesh on his arm.
Ralof ran back down the stairs just in time to see Ulfric help up one of his wounded stormcloaks, another soldier took the wounded nord in her arms, so Ulfric could get a report. "Find a way out?" the Jarl asked
Ralof nodded "yes, on the second floor the dragon bashed a hole in".
It was then the tower shook again, this time more violently, the sound of crashing rubble caught their ears, as their eyes caught sight of dust and debris coming from the second floor. To their dismay the hole they could strategically escape from was blocked off and that only left one option, leave through the door they entered and risk running through open terrain with a dragon overhead.
Running through the destroyed house proved difficult, mostly due to the falling debris from the damaged roof, it was then he heard a scream, then a voice telling someone to 'get off the road'. Jumping down a hole on the other side of the building to the first floor, Ralek breathed a sigh of relief when he rushed out of the building through a blown out wall. Though he wasn't out of it yet he heard clearly now of what really was going on with the road. Their kneeling in the middle of the road was a young boy (Hamming) who desperately tried to get his father up.
-minutes earlier-
It was brutal, in the first few minutes of the attack Hamming was thrown out of his house when a fireball went through the roof and caught the house on fire. Hamming quickly patted the fire out on his shirt and pants, a blood curdling scream filled the air, standing up he witnessed the entire village was on fire. The scream he heard was from his mother Matlara, an imperial woman with a blue and white linen dress laid on the ground after being thrown from it, the scream was both from being thrown and receiving a fatal three inch wound in the stomach region. She was taken by two imperial soldiers in hopes to get her to a healer. Slowly Hamming got up, shock was beginning to form on his face, the village was under attack by a dragon and about three fourths of the imperial garrison layed dead and after seeing his own mother on the verge of death, he didn't know if he would survive.
"Hamming! Hamming!-" he looked back to see his father quickly limp up to him, a five inch piece of wooden shrapnel stuck out of his abdomen, he put pressure on it just as he reached his son. "Hamming, we- (groan)we need to go now!-" he looked around for his wife "-Where's Matlara!? Hamming, did you see your mother anywhere?" the boy nodded.
"The soldiers took her to a healer, she(sobbing) was gravely wounded-" he replied, tears now forming in his eye's "-pa pa, (sobbing) i don't want to die".
Toralf kneeled down with a pained groan "you are not going to die, we're going to find your mother and head to Whiterun, understand-" Hamming nodded tears in his eyes "-i love you son" and proceeded to hug his son only to groan in pain from the wooden shrapnel. Quickly they set off, but Toralf knew he wasn't going to get far with the shrapnel, it had caused severe internal bleeding, slowly he started to get dizzy, but he fought to stay conscious.
-present-
Ralek watched as the young boy tried to get his father up and off the road, he was called by two others one being Hadvar, the other an elderly half bald nord, both were crouched behind some debris of a burning building.
"Hamming, get off the road!" Hadvar yelled, while keeping an eye on the now circling dragon.
"Get off the road, get off the road boy!" the elderly man pleaded urgently.
Ralek took cover by the debris himself, he too called out "get off the road lad".
Toralf glanced at those who were calling his son "go,(coughs blood) go Hamming. I'm done, find your mother and get to whiterun." toralf coughed again more blood now spraying his clothes.
Hamming shook his head, tears pouring down his cheeks "no, no pa pa, you can get up, you have to get up!"
Toralf shook his head "(coughing blood) I can't, the dragon did me through, now(coughing) go!" tears fell from his cheeks as he had to force his son away, he watched his son get to the safety of the others. The ground shook behind him, knowing his fate was now sealed, taking his last breath he murmured "on this day, i go to sovngarde".
Ralek took cover by Hadvar, while Hamming rushed to the elderly nord, he watched as the black dragon shouted -YOL,TOR,SHUL- They all heard Toralf scream, his flesh being seared off his bones. Again the dragon took off to terrorise what's left of the village, hadvar peeked from behind the debris, seeing the coast was clear, he turned to the old nord.
"Gundar, watch over the boy. I have to find general Tullius and join the defence!" The dragon flew over, with arrows and fireballs flying towards it, only to miss, hadvar scoffed at Ralek "still alive traitor, come with me if you want to stay that way."
This was his only chance, his only chance at freedom, though he wasn't thrilled to see Hadvar, the same legionnaire who called him a traitor, but now isn't the time to be picky. Seeing the dragon fly away from them the two made a break for it and made their way to a burning two story house as the main road was blocked by burning rubble. Hopping down some wooden rubble the two made their way down a small back alley behind the burning home, next to it another burning residence, fortunately this one had a way through to the main road.
"Stay close to the wall!" Hadvar advised as they were scooching along the stone wall towards the burnt out building.
The dragon landed on the wall they were up against, oblivious of the two humans below, "FOR THE EMPIRE!" an imperial soldier bellowed as he fired several arrows at the dragon. The steel tipped arrows stuck in the dragon, but had no effect on it-YOL,TOR,SHUL- fire engulfed the soldier who was incinerated on the spot, his screams dying seconds after contact. The dragon took off not caring for the ones below him and instead went to finish what he started.
Smoke billowed from every corner of Helgen, the twilight god smiled as he flew above the screaming residents of both men and mer, in his flight his malevolent voice bellowed "zu'u lost daal (i have returned)".
He was soon struck by a fireball, the mortal battle mages irritated him, 'arrogant mortal, do you think you can kill me' his thoughts drove him and dive bombed toward the mage. Fireballs flew past him at a much faster rate, he smelled the fear of the mage and upon getting in range-YOL,TOR,SHUL- incinerated the helpless mage, the twilight god mentally smiled 'this is too easy'.
Down below Ulfric and the remaining stormcloak survivors vacated the tower and made their way to the collapsed archway that once stood proudly in front of the keep. It was a bold risk, as they rushed out there were only a few of them left, seven actually, with more possibly inside the fort's keep. One of the few was a male stormcloak soldier, who in turn was being helped by a nord woman after having his left leg smashed by falling debris. He fell to his knees, crying out in pain after he fell on his injured leg. He panted, trying to get through the pain, it helped, but he knows he's slowing everyone down.
"I can't go any farther Vilon-" he said breathing heavily "-go, go without me. You're faster if you leave me behind!" he took his helmet off revealing his brown hair, blue eyes, and forming beard, the look of regret was present on his face.
Vilon shook her head and knelt down "no, no I'm not leaving you Tanvrin, we can make it, we've got to!". Two stormcloaks were coming up from the rear, mostly to cover them, but after seeing him fall they rushed to help, to their dismay, if the dragon wasn't after them, the empire was. Several imperial archers on the walls began to open up on them and the two stormcloaks taking up the rear both ended up with arrows in their chests, the nord woman taking her injured comrade to a place of cover.
The nord woman took her helmet off revealing neck length black hair and green eyes, tears falling from her cheeks as the man gave her a ring made of gold, with a diamond faceted in the center. "Go now-" he grunted and stood in pain "-ill draw the dragon away and buy you some time".
She nodded "we'll meet again in Sovngarde" she said and began to make her way to Ulfric, who in turn with the last of his men finished off a good portion of the archers.
The jarl rushed to her "I want you to take the troops back to Windhelm and inform Galmar of the situation in Helgen" they ducked as the dragon flew overhead.
She couldn't believe what she was hearing, she couldn't abandon Ulfric, the leader of the rebellion, unless he had a plan, however she protested "sir you need some men to help you, there could be imperials on the other side".
Her concern was sound and Ulfric agreed to allow two others with him leaving her with one runner to escort her back to the capitol, he placed his hands on her shoulder "it's imperative you reach the capitol and tell Galmar, NOW GO!-" as she began to run he shouted to her "-and Vilon-" she looked back "- stop for no one!".
As she ran off Ralof one the men staying behind rushed up to him in concern and worry "sir are not going to tell her?"
Ulfric took a glance at him "she doesn't need to worry herself. Besides, she's a steel blade and her brother can handle himself.". The dragon roared above them signaling it's time to leave "let's go-" Ulfric ordered "-we mustn't linger.". Motivation stirred in them, as one by one they began to climb the debris in hopes to leave the now desolate village.
End of part one
I ended the first part due to the chapter being a little longer than i like, so chapter 9 will be typed up and be the second part of 'Attack at Helgen'.