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A voice that only Mavos and Roggar could hear appeared before them. "Don't move. I can get you out of this."

"Was that Mathron?" Roggar whispered.

"I think so," said Mavos, while he was shaking.

Four Dremora lords walked up to the guards. One of them smiled, showing their big pointy teeth and said, "Let them go or we will take you to Oblivion."

The guards were resisting. They began to fight the Dremoras but it did not end well for them. Blood and bodies were scattered across the streets of Solitude.

"Now that I helped you," the Dremora explained. "You have to do something in return."

At that moment, the Dremora turned to dust, and Roggar saw Mathron walking near them with a staff in his hand. "You don't have to do anything for him," Mathron laughed.

Roggar had something on his mind that he had to ask Mathron. "Mathron, you are a Daedra worshipper...So why do you think it's okay for us to kill snow demons?"

"Those demons aren't from the same realm in which my demons are. In fact, I never heard about these demons until now."

"Just wondering."

Mavos put his hand on Mathron's shoulder. "Thanks for this. Roggar, let's recruit. I think it's about time we get that started."

Roggar pointed a finger at Mavos. "I have an idea to make this go faster. We can each visit a city. First, both of us can pick up a few people from here. Next, you go to Markarth while I'll be in Whiterun. When we're done, we should meet at Windhelm tomorrow, inside the Jarl's palace. Make sure your recruits do the same."

"What about Riften?"

"Riften's nothing but a bunch of thieves. They won't do us any good."

After recruiting in Solitude, and sleeping at an inn in Morthal, he was on his way to Whiterun. He wanted to go there for a reason other than recruiting. He wanted to recruit his sister.

Roggar waved to the guard by the gate and it opened. He walked up to his old house and opened the door. Inside it was a man, a woman, a male toddler, and a female child. She was about eight years old.

"Mjoll?" Roggar asked, his blue eyes staring in disbelief.

"Roggar?" The woman repeated.

Roggar started to get teary-eyed. "You're all grown up...And I'm out here without a home. I really should've visited more."

"You have a home now, brother. Anyways, this is Galmar, my husband. The little boy is Arentus, and my little girl is Sophia. See kids? This is your Uncle Roggar."

"I was going to ask you something...but now I see that you have kids, and-"

"What is it?"

"The snow demons of Kamal...They're planning an attack on Tamriel. Right now they're on Atmora. My Breton friend and I are looking for recruits..."

"Roggar I'd love to but I have k-" Galmar cut her off.

"I can watch the kids, Mjoll. You always told me you wanted to be an adventurer."

"Thanks, my love," Mjoll said. "Roggar, I have a few friends who would be up for the job as well."

Roggar sighed with relief. "Bring them to Windhelm tomorrow. We're going to start our journey there."

It was about noon when the last warrior arrived at Windhelm. Roggar counted about fifteen men and ten women. Now they were going to try to recruit a whole Stormcloak army.

"Jarl Ulfric," Roggar said. "There has been a threat greater than dragons announced upon Tamriel. The Kamal snow demons are planning their attack right now."

"And what do you ask from me?" Jarl Ulfric II asked.

"Troops."

"I will send three ship-loads. I cannot risk losing too many men."

"Thank you, Jarl Ulfric."

Roggar stepped out of the palace and the warriors were waiting for some good news. "He is sending three ship-loads of troops for us. I think we can handle these demons with this many people. They can't be anymore powerful than a frost troll."

The crew nodded. Roggar stood at the top of the steps. "All right, team here's how this will work. The Stormcloak troops will be seperayed into three ships. We will have two ships. Each ship will have about seven men and seven women on it. Do what you need to do because we are setting sail tomorrow morning. Good luck!"

Roggar pulled the note out of his pocket, but this time the words weren't written in a different language. It read, "We know you're coming."

There you have it. Chapter Four. About to get into to the action. Prepare for an epic chapter 5, folks. It'll be out later today or tomorrow.