Ok so here we go with chapter 2. I hope if your reading it youre enjoying it


Ash'Atarn scowled at the Legate as his head was slammed down onto the block. The executioner had just finished cleaning his axe for the next slice, and he could feel the blood of the dead Stormcloak on his neck. He faced the human that was about to end his life. He couldn't believe that it had come to this. His life was about to end. All that he could hope for was that he would find peace in the afterlife.

He tensed as the axe was raised above his head and opened his eyes. He would face his death with honour. Or at least he thought he was about to until he looked up and seen it landing on the watch tower.

A massive creature with wings that blocked out the sun and eyes that were red as blood had landed on the tower with an almighty smash. "FusRoDah!" Roared the creature and the force of its voice sent the executioner and soldiers falling to their faces and backs. Shouts rang out "Dragon!" "Run for your lives!". Another shout issued from the beast's mouth and fire started to fall from the sky as it took off again attacking the soldiers that were now attacking it with arrows and spells. Ash'Atarn rolled off of the block and got to his feet. Looking around for cover he saw Ralof standing there beckoning to him "Hey, Orc move. Over here, we wont get another chance." He headed for the small tower that some of the Stormcloaks had gathered in and Ralof was making his way toward now. One of the Nords slammed the door closed behind them as they sprinted though. Ralof turn to speak to Ulrfic who was looking out of a small window at the chaos outside. "Jarl Ulfric, was that really a dragon? Like the old legends say?"

Ulfric had a sombre look on his face "Legends don't burn down villages" He looked over to Ash'Atarn and said to Ralof "You should make your way up the tower and see if you can find a way across." Ralof nodded and broke into a run. "Come on Orc lets see if we cant get out of here." He tried to answer him, to ask him to untie him, but Ralof was already making his way up the stairs. Ash'Atarn followed him not wanting to waste anymore time in this place that he needed to. He hoped that he might get out of here alive after all.

They ran till they got to the next floor where a couple of Nords where moving some rocks away to clear the next staircase. Suddenly Ralof was thrown back into Ash'Atarn as the wall caved in and the Dragon spat fire into the small tower. Blinded by the sudden intense light of the flames he shielded his eyes and when he looked back the dragon was gone and the men were dead. Ralof scrambled to his feet and looked out through the newly created hole in the wall. "Well we cant go up that way, you'll have to jump across to the building next to us."

Ash'Atarn peered out and saw that it was a bit of a drop. However he was fairly sure he could make it, better than staying here and waiting for the dragon to come back.

"Alright, lets go"

"No you go ahead I need to go to Jarl Ulfric and make sure he gets out safe. I will meet you down there." He went to leave and turned before he reached the stairs "Good luck." And with that he was gone down the stairs.

He didn't want to lose any more time so Ash'Atarn stood on the lip of the hole and leapt. He aimed as well as he could and crashed through the damaged roof of the house. As he broke through he smashed into a table and chairs and they splintered and flew to the sides under his weight. "Urghh…" shifting himself off of the remains of the table and ran to the end of the room where part of the house had been destroyed. He jumped down to the ground floor from there and managed to land on his feet as it was a much shorter fall than the previous one. As he stepped out into the light he saw a familiar face.

"Come over here now child" shouted Hadvar, the Imperial who had before been reading the names from the list. "Quickly now, your doing great" He was talking to a child that had somehow managed to get caught in the open. The young boy reached him just as the Dragon landed in the spot where he had just ran from. Hadvar grabbed the child, his eyes went wide as the dragon open its massive maw revealing a fire building up and ready to burst out at them.

Just as he turned to shield the boy from the blast they were knocked over into cover. When Hadvar opened his eyes he saw the Orc getting to his feet beside them. He had only just gotten to them in time. Ash'Atarn wasn't even sure why he did it. He had simple reacted, unable to let a young boy burn for no reason except from the malice of this huge scaled beast. The dragon flew off to engage some archers that were firing arrows rapidly into its flank.

Hadvar stood " Still alive prisoner? Stick with me if you want to stay that way."

"I could same the same to you Imperial." Responded Ash'Atarn.

At that the imperial seemed to soften for a moment "Yes, thank you for that. We're lucky you came along when you did." He gained his composure and turned to a near by human whose arms the young boy had ran to after being saved. "Keep him safe. Lets go Orc." They took off across the yard and in between houses as they made their way towards where there seemed to be a gathering of soldiers trying to fight the dragon with magic and what ever bows they had. The Dragon moved with great speed and grace as it incinerated archers and picked up soldiers only to release them once it was to high for them ever survive the fall.

They sprinted around a corner as they Dragon cause devastation around them only to come face-to-face with Ralof.

"Ralof! You damn traitor!" shouted Hadvar.

Ralofs head snapped around as he herad the accusation "Were escaping Hadvar, your not stopping us this time!" he shouted as he approached the man and the orc, his sword drawn.

Hadvar shook his head and sighed "Fine. I hope that damn Dragon send you all to Sovngarde"

With that they parted ways the soldier heading for one door to the keep, the Stormcloak to another. They both turned to regard Ash'Atarn as he hadn't made a move to follow either of them. He realized that to get out of here alive he would probably need to go with one of them. Looking from one to the other he knew his decision would have to be quick. His choice was made as he ran over to join Ralof. The Stormcloak seemed trust worthy, as did Hadvar. However he was currently bound by his hands due to Imperials and he wasn't about to go with a man who may not release him when they escaped…if they escaped.

He went into the keep with Ralof and they locked the door behind them. They both stopped for a moment to catch their breath. "That was a close call. A Dragon…can you believe it?" panted Ralof. He went to have a look around the room and found a dagger on the table that someone had clearly being eating at before the Dragon had arrived. "Hey lets see if we can get those bindings off." Walking over to the Nord he held his hands up for him to cut the leather. " I'm Ralof by the way, who are you? I don't want to have to keep calling you Orc."

The leather gave way as Ralof sliced with the dagger. "Ash'Atarn. My name is Ash'atarn."

"Ash'Atarn eh?" he nodded and made his way over to the door leading out of the room opposite the one they entered through. " If its all the same to you I'll call you Ash. Rolls of the tongue easier I think" smiled the nord.

Ash smirked and nodded "Fair enough Nord, and you are Ralof yes?"

Ralof nodded "Yes, nice to meet you" he held out his hand and Ash shook it. He could tell by the man's hand shake that he was strong, as far as humans went. That was to be expected since he seemed to be deeply involved in this rebellion. "Now Ash, What do you say we get out of here?"

"Lead the way Stormcloak" he answer with a grin.

They entered the next room cautiously, not wanting to alert any nearby Imperials to their presence. There had clearly been some fighting as some Stormcloaks lay dead on the floor. Ralof kneeled beside the dead rebels and sighed. "Rest well in Sovngarde brother." Ralof stood and turned to look over at Ash "you may as well take his weapon and armour…if it will fit" he added as he took into account how large the Orc was.

Ash nodded and went over to pick up the dead man's one handed axe and armour. He managed to get the armour on without to much hassle after loosening some of the straps. He hefted the axe in his hand and gave it a few swings. His preferred style of combat was a two-handed weapon, but this would do in the mean time. It was well made and would suffice should he need to defend himself. He walked over to join Ralof as he tried to pry open the metal gate that was blocking their way. "Damn thing is locked" he looked to Ash "You want to give it a try?"

Shrugging he placed his hands on the door trying to find a good grip as Ralof stood to the side. He was about to start pushing when he heard voices. It was some imperial soldiers coming around a corner on the other side of the gate. Quickly he darted to the other side of the door from Ralof and pressed himself against the wall. Ralof heard them talking loudly and making their way toward the door "Ready for a fight?" Ash nodded and griped his axe.

Looks like he would be putting it to the test sooner than he thought.