Okay here is the first interface of the Civil War. Before I begin I'm letting you know that I'm skipping the going to Fort Hraggstand and killing all those bandits, I think it's a waste of time. Okay enjoy : ) R/R helps.

It was cold and slow for Windhelm, nothing unusual. The townspeople walk on to wherever they needed to do. Suddenly the front gates blow open and a Stormcloak scout comes riding in on his horse. The Stormcloak rides to the Palace of Kings where he dismounts and rushes in. "I need to speak to Jarl Ulfric!" says the scout in urgency , he was nearly out of breath and looked to been on the run all night. A guard escorts him to the Jarl's war room, where Ulfric was at his usual council with Galmar. "My Jarl." says the guard. Ulfric turns his gaze and sees the disheveled Stormcloak. "What is this?"

"My Jarl." bows the Stormcloak, "I have news of the ambush of Brittleshine."

"Well?"

"All the legions have been killed sir but we also lost all the men." the Stormcloak's faced filled with sorrow as he puts his head down. Ulfric just sighs and shakes his head, "Are you sure all of them are gone?"

"Yes my lord. I just got news that one surviving troop was found amongst the dead but was executed at Dragonsreach."

Ulfric then sighed of anger and he slams his fist on the table.

"You see!" said Galmar, "Balgruuf does not care for our cause. He kills your men at his palace! It is time to stop avoiding him!"

"Are you sure it was a Stormcloak?"

"Yes my lord. I saw his head on a pike. He is identified to be a Rolfed Bull-bone."

Ulfric was now angrier, how could Balgruuf done such a thing. Ulfric tried many times to keep Balgruuf out of the picture he really did but this had really tested his patience. Ulfric nods his head to the Stormcloak, telling him to leave. The Stormcloak bows his head and walks off, shutting the door behind him.

"You can't keep avoiding him forever. This is the final straw for Balgruuf!" said Galmar.

"It is time for a clearer message." said Ulfric.

"Finally you are making sense."

Ulfric pulls out maps of Skyrim and Whiterun and lays them out on the table, "Bring me my top captains. We need to prepare. We need to strategize. It is time to see what side Whiterun is on."

-Solitude Castle Dour

It was dim in the marble halls of the Castle. Rohan slowly walked his way down the hall and to the war room where Tullius and Rikke were. "This is absolutely ridiculous!" barks Tullius, "Men and supplies gone! During what?! Some slummy festival!?"

"What happen at Brittleshine was a tragedy sir but luckily we were able to have one surviving soldier present of the attack." said Rikke.

"I don't care if two survived! All those supplies and reinforcements were all Cyrodiil could spare at the moment!"

Rikke and Tullius see Rohan standing at the doorway. "Krosis." said Rohan, "your door was open."

"Rikke send out an order, if I see another wanderer come in my castle without summons one more time! I WILL HAVE EVERY GUARD'S BALLS CUT OFF!"

Rikke just nods, she hated to see him angry.

"Now what is it that you want now!" spat Tullius, "I already let you in here once and you basically forced me to go to your little 'peace council' were you made me give Ulfric half of fucking Skyrim away!"

"Ulfric is a hard man to convince." said Rohan.

"Yeah well I'm harder! I have little supplies! I'm on my last Septims the Emperor has given and I'm losing men left to right! Now give me a good reason why I shouldn't have your limbs pulled by imperial steeds!"

"I wish to help regain those territories I made you give up."

"What?" both said Tullius and Rikke.

"I wish to join your legion."

A short silent happens and the General cracks a smile on his serious face, he then begins to laugh, "You! A soldier!? HAHAHA! The mighty Dragonborn, a soldier in my legion!"

Rohan looked unnerved.

"General I think he's serious." said Rikke.

The General stops laughing, "I have no time for jokes boy. Why should I let you join?"

"I wasn't joking and you look like you need all the help you can get."

"Being a legionnaire isn't something you can just become." said Rikke, "You are asking to be in a high grade military. You can't just walk in here and say you want to join."

"Have you ever had military training?" asked Tullius.

"No." said Rohan shaking his head.

"Have you ever had any knowing or affiliations with the legion?"

"My adoptive father was a quartermaster during the Great War and my birth father was a soldier. I also know of Hadvar who said would put a good word in for me."

"Hadvar? Damn man is a good soldier, but he hasn't really checked in yet."

"We escaped Helgen together."

"Well I know how you are in battle, the stories of you have been proven true."

"Having the Dragonborn in the legion is a good thing General." said Rikke, "It would boost the morale among the men."

"It would also tear into the Ulfric's glory too." said Tullius, "Seeing the one who saved Skyrim from utter doom under the ranks of the legion will possible show Skyrim that even their hero wish to see them in the Empire."

"I'm no mascot General." said Rohan.

"Why the Empire Rohan?" said Tullius.

"Because even though Skyrim birthed me, the Empire raised me."

"Are you willing to put your life on the line for every Province not just Skyrim?"

"Yes, for I never forsake Talos and the Empire is his legacy."

"That seems like a good enough answer to me." said Rikke.

Tullius read Rohan carefully, he could tell that having him under his command could be a great decision. The Dragonborn fighting for the Empire is something that the people of Skyrim might praise or vilify. "Put your right hand over your heart and repeat after Me." said Tullius, "Upon my honor I do swear undying loyalty to the Emperor, Titus Mede the II, and obedience to the officers of his great Empire."

"Upon my honor I do swear undying loyalty to the Emperor, Titus Mede the II, and obedience to the officers of his great Empire." said Rohan with his hand over his heart.

"May those above judge me, and those below take me, if I fail in my duty."

"May those above judge me, and those below take me, if I fail in my duty." Rohan repeated.

"Long live the Emperor. Long live the Empire!"

Rohan put his breath in his chest and repeated Tullius, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!"

Tullius didn't keep his eye off him and he grins, "Welcome to the Imperial Legion auxiliary. You're a soldier now so you need to be suited as one. Speak to Beirand our blacksmith. He'll get you outfitted. After that report back here."

"Yes sir." Rohan was now a soldier, something that he would never thought of being in his entire life. Well he also never thought he would be the last kind of chosen people taking of the blood and soul of majestic and mythical beasts but that was another story. He leaves the castle and see it was near early noon. Soldiers were out practicing in the training yard, Rohan walked out to a big forge on the outer part of the Castle.

A burly middle aged nord sat on a stool sharpening a sword on the grindstone. His head was completely bald and he had red beard covering his face, with dirt brushed in it. He was fixated on his work, not noticing Rohan coming to him.

"Excuse me, Beirand?"

"Aye"

"Um, the General said you can get me outfitted?"

"Light, medium or heavy?"

"Huh?"

"Your armor, how do you want it?"

Rohan thinks over what type he should get, He knows he'll be out in the field taking Stormcloak axes, swords, maces, hammers, and arrows from all direction. "Hmmm, I need something that keeps a sword from chest."

"Heavy it is." said Beirand. He gets up from his stool and starts to measure out Rohan's body. He grabs Rohan's shoulders and feels how broad and sturdy they are. He pats down from Rohan's chest to abdomen, squeezing his legs seeing how strong they were. Rohan was feeling a bit uncomfortable with what Beirand was doing but growing up his adoptive father Raxle was once a quartermaster for the legion and he knew that's how they would measure soldiers for armor. Rohan had every muscle there was but he wasn't bulky, he was chiseled perfectly having being buff in his arms and chest. Rohan wasn't the type of nord whose body was broad and bulky but had the body of an athlete, showing the perfect balance of buff and slimness.

"Strong on the arms and chest, light on the legs." said Beirand getting some steel plates ready for the armor. After a few minutes Beirand had the armor ready, he gives Rohan the burgundy tunic that all soldiers wore under the armor, strong plated steel metal jacket to wear over plus the metal cinguium to wear over the lower part of the tunic, steel bracers and steel plated boots. The armor fit perfectly on Rohan's body. "Here" Beirand hands Rohan an imperial shield

"No thanks, I use both my hands to fight." said Rohan tightening his bracers.

"Not the defensive type huh? Well you are going to need this." Beirand gives Rohan a steel legion helmet.

"Thank you, this armor is quite the fit. My father made armor like this back in his time in the legion."

"You know a thing around a forge?"

"Aye, it was first thing I learned. What about you if you don't mind me asking? Ever thought about joining the fight?"

Beirand sits down back to his work, "Ha! Sayma would have my hide if I ever thought about joining the battlefield. You think Stormcloaks are dangerous?"

"Any thoughts?"

Beirand stops working and ponders, "My loyalty….my loyalty is with Solitude, and where ever Jarl Elisif goes I go."

"A loyal man just like the past King huh?"

"Torygg? I was loyal to Torygg yes. But Torygg wasn't really much of a leader. It was always the Empire this and the Empire that. A good man yes, a smart man yes, well to his people of course! But when it came to brawn or to really show his authority when questioned….well you know what Ulfric did."

"I think that's why so many nords show so much respect to Ulfric is because of his strength." said Rohan, "Down to our ancestry we always elected fighters as our leaders."

"Torygg was nothing but charisma, Ulfric was charisma and strength. Jarl Elisif I fear most of all."

Rohan agreed, Elisif was younger than he and never comes off as a strong dignitary figure.

"She's the daughter of a noble what knowledge does she have of the Throne?" said Beirand.

"I believe she knows that. She wasn't expecting to take the throne as a jarl, let alone the candidacy for High Queen."

"She is fair. All of the Haafingar loves her like I do. She is very good to the people indeed and I know she cares for us but when it comes to defense or authority that's where leave the Military Governor Tullius in charge. And really, having someone from another country come to tell you what you can and can't do is a sign of weakness for a Jarl."

"And I think that's how Ulfric found the opportunity to 'expose' Torygg. He wanted to show the people on how 'the Empire is such a bad state'."

"I know you are a legion and all and don't tell anyone this." said Beirand, "But the Empire is in a bad state."

"I know and that's why I decided to join, to clean it up."

-Windhelm, Palace of Kings-war room

"How do you know it's there?" said Ulfric.

"Cause my gut tells me and once we have it in our grasp we will show Skyrim that we mean business." said Galmar.

"Thus convincing the remaining Jarls who doubt me to take my side."

"When the Moot conveys your claim will be much higher."

"Yes but I haven't agreed to do a moot yet Galmar." said Ulfric, "But when I do and have the jagged crown on my brow."

"The milk drinking Jarls will have no choice but to side with you."

"Get as much troops you need and head to Korvanjund and get me the crown!" said Ulfric, "Once have the crown, I will agree to a moot."

"Right away my lord." said Galmar walking to the door.

"Galmar!" Ulfric stops him, "If the crown isn't there or if you can't get it. It's back to plan A. Storm down every Hold's walls, starting with Whiterun."

"Don't worry my Jarl; I know the Crown is there."

-The Pale, deep in a forest.

The snow was deep as it was crushed by the hoofs of Rohan's horse. His steel legion armor was cold and his dragonbone sword clinked as the horse moved for it was strapped on his back, he kept his dragonbone sword and a sharp steel imperial sword holstered on his right. Rohan was making his way through the snow cover pine trees of the Pale, trying to find where the legion squad was to meet, hoping he wasn't lost. North east of Whiterun, South of Silver drift is what Rikke told me.

He was put under the command of Legate Rikke herself and they were to locate the Jagged Crown in the Nordic ruin of Korvanjund. Rohan was just as a skeptic as Tullius was when Rikke said she knows where it was but Rikke went on a hunch that it was there thanks to her spies scattered in Stormcloak territories. She had gotten the info that Galmar had located the Crown in Korvanjund from her spy that was disguised as a servant boy. The spy was no older than fifteen and it was easy for him not to be noticed since the fact that his family worked for Ulfric for many years.

The sound of people talking and a small smoke from a camp fire got Rohan's attention, so he rides up over a small hill and thanks fully finds meeting spot. Some horses and a carriage were aligned on the side and a group of legions were preparing themselves for the venture. It was a good amount of sixteen men, General Tullius wasn't going to let out a huge squad unit on something he had doubts on so half including Rohan were recruits and the rest were veteran legion for about two years, no seasoned soldiers.

"Hey" says a legion to another legion sitting around a campfire looking at Rohan as he comes in and hitches his horse, "Who's that?"

"Who?" says the other legion.

"That fella over there."

The legion looks at Rohan who was fixing his bracers and tightening his boots and notices the Dragonbone sword strapped to his back. He only one person in the entire world who carried weapons made out of dragonbones, No way "Hey you!"

"Yeah?" said Rohan looking over to them.

"Whats your name?"

"Rohan." he says and walks over to speak to one of the higher ranked soldiers.

"Rohan!?" says the legion soldier, "No fucking way!"

"Yep the rumors were true the Dragonborn is legion."

"If you were a Stormcloak and you found out the Dragonborn is a legion soldier how would you feel?"

"If I was a Stormcloak and I found out that he was legion?"

"Yeah"

"If I was one of Ulfric's boys and I knew that the Dragonborn was on the opposite side, I'd be fucking scared."

Two quaestors and a praefact were talking by the carriage as soldiers hand supplies out and equips them.

"When is the Legate getting here?" says one of the quaestors, "I'm freezing my balls off!"

"This waiting it getting intense, I feel Stormcloak eyes creeping in. You know what happened in Brittleshine?" says the other quaestor.

"Legate Rikke's orders were not to proceed until she got there." said the praefact, "Now there's already a scout up ahead to see the situation but that's all that we are going to do. Now both of you stop complaining."

One of the quaestors sees Rohan coming up to them and a bright smile comes across his face. "Shor's fucking cock, do my eyes deceive me or is that you in legion armor!"

Rohan returns the smile, "Hadvar!"

Hadvar runs in for a warm hug, which of course Rohan obliged too. It had been a year since they last saw each other when they escaped Helgen. Hadvar had let Rohan stayed at his uncle's for the night and then went off to Solitude. His hair had gotten a little longer since they last met and weeks without shaving had left some fuzz on his face. "It's good to see you again friend, I knew you would make the right choice." he said.

"Well the Empire is all that I know." said Rohan, "Even though they were about chop my head off, I had nowhere else."

"After you left, I went to Solitude where Tullius had me stationed in the Reach for the longest. After the treaty my station had to leave and I was basically stuck doing office work at the Castle. But now there is this talk of the Jagged Crown."

"Yes I'm a little resistant that it exists too. It said to be here in Korvanjund."

"I know and that's what ails me the most."

"I know what you mean, these ruins."

"You too huh?"

"Aye, our ancestors don't like us waking them up."

"Yes well enough of that, we're the Emperor's soldiers and we do everything we can."

Rohan and Hadvar decide to take a seat around the fire to keep warm and catch up. Rohan was telling all the adventures he done in the past year, how he joined the Companions and became their Harbinger, how he fought the Thalmor in the Rat Way, his bout with Dragons, his time meditating with the Greybeards and on the peak of the Throat of the World, going in Sky Haven Temple and his time with the Blades, and mostly how he defeated Alduin.

"Wow" said Hadvar, "And all this time I was sitting at some Markarth outpost reading imperial documents."

"It's not all fine and dandy as the life of an adventurer and it's not so great being a Dragonborn."

"Why is that? Being the Dragonborn that is."

"Aside that I have to meditate to keep my voice under control so I won't shout somebody's head off by accident, there's a lot of pressure. Everyone thinks is that you share the blood of the dovah that you can best anything. I'm still a mortal you know, I get sick and hurt like everyone else. I'm not Talos!"

"Well you did shouted a powerful dragon to its death and saved the World, I'd be counting on you too if some harm comes my way. But see you just whine like a girl I start to question how you were able to save us in the first place."

Rohan giggled at Hadvar's joke, "Oh piss off you fucking milk drinker!"

The two men laugh as the sun whines down. Legate Rikke comes riding in on her strong steed. She looked serious than ever and wasn't in the mood for bullshit. All soldiers get to their feet as the Legate comes and hitches her horse. "Legate!" salutes the men. Rikke passes her way to the praefact who stands in attention.

"What's the news?" says Rikke

"My scouts have reported Stormcloaks to be camped out near the entrance."

"Damn! We might be too late! How long they were there?"

"The scouts reported for just a few hours, legate. They don't know that we are here."

"Then we still might have a chance." said Rikke, "Everyone gather around and listen up!"

The soldiers gather close around her, "There has been stormcloaks spotted near the area." said Rikke, "Ulfric the pretender wants the Crown for himself, but we're not going to let him have it. Now I realize that some of you have men on the other side. But remember this, they are the enemy now and will not hesitate to end your lives either. General Tullius is counting on us to bring back the Jagged Crown and that's what we are exactly going to do. Let's show these rebels what real soldiers look like. Stick close and don't die and we will come out successful."

Rikke puts on her captain's helmet and so does the other soldiers. The legion marches on to an old Nordic ruin shown in the distance. The wind was catching on and the moon was bright. Torches were lit far out towards the ruin as the sign of stormcloak occupation came to light. "We've got the element of surprise in this one, come on men!" said Rikke picking up the pace.

"Here's a game, whoever arse have to be saved by the other, has to be that one a drink." said Hadvar to Rohan. Rohan grinned at the ploy, "I'm game." The legion were jogging heading towards Korvanjund. A stormcloak look out who perched high on the once of the ancient platforms sees the soldiers charging to them. "Imperials!"

The stormcloaks rush into to position, ready for battle but the eighteen legion blast through the barricade the stormcloaks put up and steel goes clashing.

Rohan jerks his head to the left dodging and arrow and leaps over a barricade drawing his dragonbone sword. He decapitates a stormcloak easily and blocks a battle axe from another stormcloak by drawing his imperial sword. He spins to his right from the block and brings his imperial sword into the stormcloak's back. Rohan runs up the stairs toward the front door were a group of stormcloaks were up there waiting on him. He blocks with one sword and attacks with other making his way through as the legions were handling the remaining stormcloaks on the ground. Rohan ducks a mace swing to his face and comes up with both his sword in the stormcloaks stomach.

Rikke and the other soldiers come up the stairs and sees the corpses on the ground. "Very good auxiliary." said Rikke coming to him near the door, "Alright, so far so good men. But there is still more stormcloaks inside."

Rohan opens the door and ushers everyone in, Hadvar pats Rohan on the shoulder and walks in, Rohan coming in last.

Korvanjund was a deep, dusty old ruin. Its rooms were big and filled with the usual burial urns. But instead of Draugr, Stormcloaks were around guarding the area. The legionnaires sneak in crouched down behind a stone slab. "Alright." whispered Rikke, "On my signal." Rikke waited for more than ten Stormcloaks were in her eyesight, "NOW!" The soldiers charge catching the stormcloaks off guard. Hadvar crushing in with his imperial sword. Rikke striking and bashing away with steel sword and shield and Rohan who cuts a stormcloak in the face, slicing half of it off and stabbing with his imperial sword.

Rohan was killing oncoming stormcloaks left to right attacking with swift dodges and counters. He leans quickly to the left and cuts a stormcloak right in her thigh, then finishes her by bringing both his swords in her back when she leans forward. Rohan then blocks a hammer with both his sword and kicks the stormcloak off from near him and stabs his dragonbone sword into the stormcloak's chest. "Stand here and guard the area, make sure no reinforcements come." commands Rikke to eight soldiers, "The rest follow me!"

More stormcloaks come as the legion soldiers make their way through towards a narrow hall. Rikke cuts through the hilt of a battle axe as a stormcloak attempted to block and cleaves her sword atop the stormcloak's skull. She ducks twice from the two swings of a stormcloak's greatsword and comes up with her sword into the stormcloak's face, slicing it in half.

Hadvar jams his sword into a stormcloak's torso, piercing his heart and going through the other side. He then blocks a war axe with his shield and brings his sword deep into the side of the stormcloak's neck.

The soldiers finish off the last stormcloaks and they huddle near a narrow path way. "Looks like this is the only way is through." said Rikke, "Could be a stormcloak trap on the other end."

"But legate." says a soldier, "There is no other way."

"The legion always finds another way soldier." says Rikke, "Auxiliary Rohan."

"Yes legate." says Rohan.

"See if you can find another way through, we'll come out and help if you find any trouble."

"Yes legate." Rohan looks around the room and notices an opening on the second floor. Rohan knew that there were possibly Stormcloaks on the other side, so the best way to make a way is to clear it. "Hadvar, let me borrow your bow."

"Sure" says Hadvar, handing him his long bow and steel arrows. Rohan goes to the second floor and into the opening, crouching his way down the hall. He comes out the other end and sees stormcloaks guarding the way. Rohan draws his bow, "Zul…Mey Gut!" his shout blows out as a whisper as he aims at a stone column on the upper floor opposite of him. "Hey troll bait!" says his voice, drawing attention to two stormcloaks. "What was that?" says one going near, a sharp steel arrow goes through his neck and he falls dead.

"Hey melon nose!"

"Huh?!" says a stormcloak before taking an arrow in the back of her head, piercing her helmet.

"Hey ugly!"

"What is goin-

A arrow hits the stormcloak's chest.

"Hey Skeever butt!"

Before the Stormcloak can turn his head an arrow hits his face.

"All clear legate!" says Rohan.

Rikke and the others come walking in, still cautious with their weapons drawn looking around. Rikke sees the bodies on the floor, "Another impressive display auxiliary." Rohan hops down from the platform and hands Hadvar back his bow. "Remind me to make you a better one."

"What's wrong with this one?" said Hadvar.

"Nothing if you like hunting skeevers. That thing is used for beginners not legion."

"Ha! You piss off! This bow has helped me in fights than you possibly have with your shouting."

Rohan and Hadvar chuckle as they follow their way through. The legion makes it to a small room where a door way was on the other side. A soldier sees a dead stormcloak and draugr on the ground. "What in Oblivion is that?!" he says looking at the draugr.

Rohan comes over and sees, "A draugr. Something to expect when you are in a ruin."

"Is that what killed that stormcloak?"

"Steady now." said Rikke, "The legion has faced bigger problems than a bag of bones, come on we're getting close."

The soldiers brush down a hall and into a wide yet long room where a puzzle door was on the other side. "We're at the Hall of Stories." said Rohan. The ancient Nordic engravings were etched on the walls beside them. And there brightly lit fire pits and torches against the walls.

"I've heard of this" says a soldier, "This is where the ancients would tell the stories on how they build this place." Rohan looked at engraving of a crown looked to be made of horns, resting atop a nord's head. He runs the tip of his hand on the carvings, The Crown is here alright. "What's this here?" says Rikke looking at the puzzle door. Rohan walks over to assist. "It looks to be some kind of puzzle."

"You're right Legate, it is." says Rohan.

"How do we get through?"

Rohan looks around and notices the Dragon claw lying on the ground beside the door. The crown was made out of ebony and it had the order of fox, moth, and dragon symbols stoned in its palm. Rohan turns the rings of symbols on the door accordingly to the claw, "Going through the door is simple legate, just put the key in." Rohan inserts the claw and the puzzle rings spin in align, sliding the door down for it to open. "Good job!" cheered Rikke, "Alright everyone, we're back on the move."

"Legate we must tread carefully." said Rohan, "Seeing that the puzzle door was where the stormcloaks left off , I do think we are going to facing some different foes."

"You heard the auxiliary! Stick close!"

The legions rush in to a big dimly lit room. The room was cold and dusty, crypts were lined against the walls and so were old book shelves. Dried signs of vegetation was on the floor showing signs on how the ruin aged, the ceiling had an opening revealing the moon light from outside. Seeing that the moonlight was the only light in the dim room, Rikke lights a torch and burns a fire pit, bringing a good source of glow in the room.

There was a door way gated up, it looked to be the only way further. "Alright everyone, look around and see if you can find a way to get that gate open." said Rikke, "Auxiliary! Do what you do best and find us a way."

"Yes legate." said Rohan.

The soldiers wander around the room looking through everything. Breaking big floor urns, pulling old books from the shelves, pouring out what ever content was in jars, containers and pots. Hadvar was seeing the mess they were causing, "Stop!" he says to soldier who was pouring out the ashes of a burial urn, "That is somebody you degrading!"

"The legate said find anything that can help and that's what I'm doing." said the soldier.

"By pouring the ashes of a falling warrior, which could've been your ancestor!"

"Pfft! I'm an imperial, nord!" sneered the soldier. Hadvar just shakes his head in disgust, the scrawny boy did not care for the dead and it was highly disrespectful. Hadvar goes over to Rikke who was reading an old book she found, "Legate Rikke?"

"Yes quaestor?"

"Forgive me but I'm a little uneasy being here."

"What is making you so un easy?"

"The dead. The dead don't want us here."

Rikke didn't want to admit but she felt just the same. When she had found out that the Crown was in Korvanjund she didn't really wanted to go for it. But she also didn't want Ulfric have a priceless artifact that might higher his status. She kept a stern no fear face, "You're just being paranoid. There's nothing here but old bones and books."

Atop the second floor Rohan looks around, he grabs a torch for some better light and goes along walls. Having experience in Nordic ruins gave Rohan the edge on finding switches. Usually when it came to gates like this there was always a lever but seeing none Rohan searched for the next type of a switch, a pulley and a chain. To his correct guess he finds a chain to pull, Rohan pulls the chain and the gated door flies up. "Good work auxiliary!" said Rikke, just as she said that the crypt door pop open. The scrawny imperial soldier who was pouring ashes out of the urns turns to his left and sees the utter terror of a draugr standing beside him and grinning its boney grin maliciously. Before the soldier could react the draugr's ancient battle axe goes right in his skull, crushing his brain, killing him instantly.

"Steady legionnaires! Steady!" said Rikke, more crypts pop open and legions huddle in the center for they were being surrounded. Hadvar gripped his sword and shield tight, his face showed fierceness and ready for battle but inside was horrified, for his child hood nightmare was coming true. The draugrs charge in to attack, and so did the legionnaires. Rikke was dodging axe and sword swings left to right, she jerks her head right and strikes with her sword at the draugr's chest, she ducks a mace coming at her head and counters with a shield bash.

A legion blocks with his sword but the hit was to powerful that it knocks his sword out of its hands. The draugr then finishes him by jamming its sword deep in the legion's stomach. One legion manages to kill a draugr by cleaving his sword in a draugr's back but then meets the same fate from an ancient axe.

Hadvar blocks with his shield and counters with a huge swing of his sword, killing the draugr. He then ducks down from a sword swing and comes back up with his sword chopping another draugr's arm in half and then finishes him by stabbing his sword in the dried mummy's chest. Draugrs were ganging up on him. Hadvar was being overwhelmed by the old axes, swords, and maces that were flinging toward him from all around. He blocks a sword but gets hit by an axe on his back side, he fights the draugr with the axe off but a jutting mace punches him in the jaw. Hadvar was now on the ground, his shield protecting him for the moment, knowing it wasn't long before the draugrs slam their weapons on him for the shield was breaking by every hit. Hadvar shut his eyes tight, accepting his fate. "FUS…RO DA!" was the thundering sound of Rohan's shout. "SU…GRAH DIIN!" the sound of the thu'um again followed by the noise of swords swinging fast and bodies of bones crackling to the ground. Hadvar opens his eyes and Rohan pulls the his shield from him, a deep smile on his face. "I like my mead nice and warm."

Hadvar just grins, seeing he was the one whose arse was saved. All the draugrs were dead and so were a few legion. "Let's keep moving, the sooner we get out of here the better." said Rikke grimly. They rush through seeing, killing a few more draugrs who were waiting. They finally make it to the crypt part of the ruin. Seeing it was the last room, the Jagged Crown had to be there. "Everyone search around for the Crown and be careful!" said Rikke. The remaining legion soldiers walk around the room. Hadvar followed closely with Rohan, the two stop and sees a skeleton sitting on a throne with two tall crypts beside it. On top of the skeleton's skull was a big crown, it looked to be made of bones and ebony. "Do you think this is it?" said Rohan.

"Well it's a crown, so I guess it is It." said Hadvar.

Rohan places his hand near the crown, starting to pick it up. But just as his fingers touched the cold bones of the crown, the skeleton eye holes glow blue of a soul and it comes to life, seeing that it was a draugr. The two crypts beside it pop open and two draugrs armed with ebony weapons creep out. Rohan goes after the draugr with the crown as Hadvar, Rikke and the other legions go after the two draugrs. The crowned draugr strikes with its ebony sword, Rohan blocks it with both of his swords. The draugr was surprisingly strong for it was bringing his sword near Rohan's face but Rohan kept a good stop on it with his block. "Hio dra zu dru'ul kraan vasiks hiu?" (You want my Crown don't you?) Snarled the draugr.

"Yeah damn right!" said Rohan, "FUS!" a quick burst of his shout brings the draugr back some. He does a slash at the draugr's torso, the draugr quickly blocks. The draugr swings high with its ebony sword, Rohan dodging nimbly jerking and leaning from the oncoming attacks. "FUS RO DA!" goes the draugr, it was very hard and pushed Rohan back to his back. Rohan gets on his feet and shouts, "YOL TOOR SHUR!" flames pour out his mouth like a dragon burning the draugr severely and giving him the upper hand. Rohan charges with a double attack of his swords.

The swords brings into the draugr's arms and chest, cutting the mummy's chest but not much damage on the arm. It tries to counter with its sword but Rohan quickly blocks the attack with imperial sword and strikes with his dragonbone, cutting at the draugr's diaphragm. Only dust instead of entrails spill out the draugr still had life. Rohan weaves to his left from a sword strike, and leans again to his right from another attack. He does a quick spin from the draugr sword radius and then comes back with both his sword into the draugr's chest. The life finally fades from the draugr's eyes and the walking bones fall down. Rohan sheathes his swords and picks up the Crown from the draugr.

There it was, the Jagged Crown. Rohan had only heard of stories of the High King or Queen wearing it but not really thinking he would see it for himself. It was basically a helm made out of pure ebony steel, the bones were really dragon's teeth and stick out from the top. "Legate, we have the Crown." said Rohan.

"Good. You should take it to General Tullius immediately. Don't stop or anything just keep moving. We'll stay here and make sure there is nothing valuable that the Stormcloaks might want is left behind."

Rohan looked to Hadvar seeing if he would be alright staying here for just a few more minutes. Hadvar smiled and nodded, letting Rohan know he was going t be fine. Rohan quickly makes his way to the secret exit for ruins always had one, before he leaves he makes sure he learns the final word for Slow Time for it was on a Dragon Wall.

Back outside, Rohan quickly makes it to his horse and rides off to Solitude, the Jagged Crown secured safely in his satchel.

Word from the writer: Hope this chapter was good for you. I really think the Jagged Crown is boring cause you're going in ruins and I really want to get down to the battle but there is just stuff you can't really leave out. Tell me what you think and Thanks for reading!