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'There it is' Mjorin thought to himself as the cart slowly made it's way to where the Stormcloak soldiers were preparing for the battle soon to be fought for Whiterun. Catapults we already set up and ready to be fired, 'This is going to be a blood bath,' He thought once more to himself. Mjorin and Daryl stepped out of the cart and made their way to the camp to suit up for the battle. Daryl grabbed a quiver of arrows and was set for the battle. Mjorin grabbed a large shield and went to draw his blade from his belt but there was a problem… It was missing!

"Where is my sword? It was on my belt not too long ago!" Mjorin said.

"You should pay more attention." A voice said behind him, with a thick purr-sish accent.

"How I knew it was you who took it, Ra'Jarr." Mjorin turned to face him. Ra'Jarr held his blade out to him and Mjorin took it.

"So this might be it my old friend," Ra'Jarr paused for a second. "Hopefully this won't be the last time we see you alive."

"I still have my promise to you, I don't plan on dying until we reach it."

"Then let your path lead you to warm sands, I'll gladly follow. Good luck and take care Mjorin." Ra'Jarr said as he held his hand out, Mjorin brought his hand to his paw and they grasped each others fingers, they shook before they let go. Ra'Jarr nodded before walking off to join his Caravan which had moved due to the battle.

"It's been awhile since we've butchered some scum of the Legion." Daryl approached.

"Aye Shield-Brother, it has. But let this time be greater than last, we're taking Whiterun!"

"You always know how to make the mood better when it comes to killing." Daryl patted Mjorin on the shoulder.

Several minutes would pass before the horn was blown. Catapults fired towards the wall showing that the battle has started. The walls took little to none damage but more shots were loaded and thus the Stormcloak's rushed to the Stables where a group of Imperials stood.

The two sides clashed at each other, Mjorin leading caught the general of the group with a shield bash, his thick armour absorbed most of the blow. The other Stormcloaks all met their match and began to exchange blows, Daryl with several other archers took shots at the archers on the wall. Daryl hardly missed a shot, picking two off the wall. The General slashed forward but was met with Mjorin's shield, his sword aimed down and stuck him in the leg, he kneeled and slashed once again at him but couldn't pass the shield. Mjorin quickly brought his blade against his neck and kicked his chest after his throat was slit. Mjorin rushed forward, his shield raised to catch arrows as he started to destroy the barricade. His comrades made their way up hacking and slashing. The man beside Mjorin brought his axe up high but took an arrow to the chest before he could bring it down into the barricade, he fell with a grunt followed with yells. After several attacks it finally gave in and they rushed forward. Mjorin rushed an archer who was loading his bow, he thrusted his blade into his midsection and bashed him to the ground with his shield. Mjorin turned to see he has a bow pointed at him, he went to raise his shield before the archer was struck by an arrow, he turned his head and Daryl grinned. Mjorin nodded his head at him and continued their advance.

They pushed through the gates and they were met with another group of Imperial's and guards. Mjorin gave a ear shattering war cry before he advanced, the Stormcloaks following. He charged forward but quickly came to a halt as a general stepped forward swinging his large war hammer at him. Mjorin took a step back, the hammer smashing one of the Stormcloaks and throwing him straight to the ground. Mjorin charged forward but was quickly hit with the hammer, he managed to bash the shield but it threw Mjorin to his knees. The hammer was raised high but Mjorin quickly saw his chance and thrusted his sword forward into the mans groin, he dropped his hammer to the side and with a loud scream fell to his knees. Mjorin brought his blade over and struck him in the face with his blade. He turned to see many other Stormcloaks dead or badly injured on the ground, but the Empire's soldiers were in the same position.

"Come men we're almost to the keep!" Mjorin said.

The men just looked at him, tired and uninspired from the battle they just fought.

"Do not turn from this fight! The battle will soon be over! let Talos be your strength! let him guide you! Don't run my brothers! fight for glory, honour! fight for Talos! fight for Ulfric! fight for Skyrim and her people!" Mjorin said in a loud yell, Daryl ran beside him and did a battle cry as well, everyone joined in after. Mjorin turned and charged through the market, he looked at the general store in a blaze but had no intention on stopping, he had a duty he must fulfil.

Two archers shoot down at them from above the stairs, they hit three Stormcloaks before Daryl shoot an arrow and hit one in the chest and quickly shot another at the second archers knee. They charged the stairs and struck them down before they could move again. Entering the next part of the city, they were greeted by a large group, Mjorin yelled once again before they charged, the Imperial's set up a shield wall before the Stormcloak forces met them, many crashing over and being taken out as the landed, other pushed against the shields trying to disarm while archers shot at them. Many of the Stormcloaks were being taken out by the archers, Mjorin charged forward before he was also struck in the shoulder, dropping his shield and sword and pulled the arrow out with a grunt.

The Stormcloaks were flanked, the Empire advanced from the side and behind them. Not expecting this the Empire had the upper hand and didn't show mercy, slaughtering some of the Stormcloaks before they could even turn. Mjorin picked up an axe on the ground and saw a general charge once again at him. As he got in range he slashed forward with his blade, hitting Mjorin in the arm. Mjorin quickly ducked as he aimed another slash and brought his axe into his knee. He dropped to the ground and Mjorin drove his axe into his skull. Before Mjorin could remove the axe, he heard a battle cry, he turned his head and was struck with a hard hit to the face with the flat end of a blade, throwing him to the ground. He crumbled to the ground and when he opened his eyes, a mace was brought down and smashed into his gut, he made a loud grunt before he coughed, then was kicked in the ribcage. Being what seemed the only survivor in the group, many of the Imperial's took their turns to beat on Mjorin, planning on giving him a beat to death instead of a quick one. Mjorin was spat on, kicked, hit with flat part weapons, sticks and anything the Imperial's could find, the world around Mjorin was growing black,

"Skyrim… forgive me, Sovrngarde take m-." Mjorin almost finished before he was kicked in the face, knocking him out cold.

After a long and bloody battle, The Empire fled from Whiterun, the Stormcloaks had won and Balgruuf was removed from Jarl and sent to Solitude. Whiterun had settled and the people returned to their broken or damaged homes.

In the temple many wounded soldiers lay from the battle.

With a cry, Mjorin awoke and quickly sprung up, he was forced back into the bed which he laid on, not only because of the pain but because of a person. It was Valnessa.

"Easy.. You're badly hurt." Valnessa said. Mjorin looked around to see where he was. He made out that he was in a bedroom.

"Did-.. Did we win?" Mjorin asked, his voice was very light.

"Yes, the Stormcloaks pushed through, you're lucky they came when they did… Or else you would have been dead." Valnessa replied, her eyes looked glossy and her voice in pain.

"What about Daryl?"

"He's fine… He fled from the battle to get back up.. He got the help to save you."

"Little bastard has been doing that a lot lately." Mjorin went to chuckle but cringed from the pain.

"Please… lay back down, you need more rest." Valnessa said.

Mjorin only nodded before he tilted his head back into his pillow. He smiled lightly at her before he passed out once more.