Sundered,Kingless,Bleeding

by ROBOTJONZE

The Dominion is a sleeping beast that Skyrim can't slay alone. And there are many Nords are part of the imperial army even now. The food and resources we get from the Empire are important for our people and even if we can't openly worship him Talos the god once Tiber Septim the man and this is his Empire. M for violence, language and sexual themes.

7. The Steed, The Bear and The Dragon 2

-Whiterun

It was almost dawn, legion soldiers and Whiterun guards were putting up sharp spiked stakes around the walls and gates. The entire city was getting armed and ready; Ulfric Stormcloak was going to a do full frontal assault on the Whiterun city and Balgruuf had every able body ready. Swords, axes, hammers, bows, every weapon grabbed at Adrianne Avenicii's shop. Legions prepare catapults and help arm volunteers. The streets were in a rabble as everyone prepared for the attack, the only thing that feared them is when and how quickly they need to get ready. Rohan had return with the axe of Whiterun and Balgruuf instantly signaled of to his people to prepare for battle.

Rohan was at Dragonsreach in the war room where Balgruuf and his court was including Legate Cipius. "We need more men here." said Balgruuf pointing to a map of his city, "On the left side, the stormcloaks are surely going to try and find an opening."

"I can get my men there ready but we need more support to the countryside." said Cipius.

"My men can keep a good stance near the center but why far out?"

"They have catapults."

Balgruuf nods his head in understanding, "So Ulfric wants to take my city walls intact. We'll need fire brigades for the catapults."

"I have my men on that my lord." said Irileth.

"Sir, we need to discuss on how we are going to get the townspeople to safety for the attack." said Rohan.

"The palace will have to serve as shelter as always Rohan." said Balgruuf.

"But can we get some people down there to help escort them to safety, I'll be gladly too…

The noise of the door happens in a distance and a scrawny legion soldier comes running up out of breath. He was an imperial and had black matted hair from his helmet; the soldier was soaked in sweat and was completely out of breath. "SIR" he says.

"Not now I'm discussing battle plans with the Jarl!" barked Cipius.

"But sir...

"SHUSH! Now as I was saying we need to keep the walls defended but an assault on the countryside is surely going to make an impact."

"My brother Hrongar can lead his cavalry to the countryside; he has his own special team."

"SIR!"

"WHAT?!"

"The….the…the…

"Breath soldier!"

"THE STORMCLOAKS ARE ATTACKING, THEY"RE HERE!"

A loud rumble happens, Proventus rushes to a window and sees in utter horror of a stormcloak catapult. He sees a catapult load up and fires, standing in front of the window as the fireballs hurls towards him. "PROVENTUS!" shouts Rohan. Proventus snaps back into reality and just as he turns to get out the way, the fire ball crashes through the walls and window, doing damage to the palace and some damage to Proventus. Proventus falls on the floor barely alive, burned and shaken. Irileth and Rohan tend to him. "Blasted Ulfric!" spat Balgruuf.

"It's time to attack now!" said Cipius

"Jarl Balgruuf!" said Rohan "What about the townspeople I don't think the Palace could really hold if it just…

"Dragonsreach is the only form of protection right now Rohan if there was another method I would surely went for it." said Balgruuf.

"I'll make sure every citizen is taken to safety."

"No!" said Cipius, "Auxiliary Rohan you are to report to Rikke and help her defend the front gate."

"But sir…

"Those are your orders, go!"

Rohan nods and gets up and leaves. Balgruuf kneels down to see Proventus. Half his body was covered in soot and a part of his face, his skin was bubbling and smoke was still rising from it. Proventus kept moving his mouth but no words were coming out, he was just lying there shaking. "Oblivion take them." murmured Balgruuf, "EVERY MISERABLE LAST ONE OF THEM!"

Proventus reaches his shaky hand up to get the Jarl's attention and whimpered, "There…there…there is a sword for you in my closet, my Jarl." Two of the palace's servant quickly picks up Proventus to get him healed. Balgruuf gets up and goes to the hall where all the quarters were, Irileth follows behind him. Balgruuf goes inside Proventus's room and opens the tall wardrobe on the other side of the room. There wrapped in a white silk blanket was a steel greatsword. It was the greatsword Proventus's daughter Adrianne made for Balgruuf. The craftsmanship was amazing, Balgruuf was astounded by it. He grips the sword tight, testing it. "What do we do now my lord?" said Irileth.

"It's a war Irileth, we fight."

-Whiterun, outside in the sky district

"Get the townspeople in the palace!" ordered Rohan running through the crowd of scattering people. Guards and able men rush to the armories and grabs weapons and armors. They kiss their wives and children before leaving and rush on. Catapult fire blast the city as it begins to burn, buildings and statues collapse. The sky was red and black from fire and smoke. Screams and cries happen throughout the land. Vignar stood with his brother Eorlund at the Sky Forge looking at the massive Stormcloak army outside the walls. Thousands and thousands soldiers were aligned out ready to storm the city. Vignar supported the stormcloaks yes, but he didn't like this sight he was seeing. "This is how you take a city?!" he yelled, "By burning it from the inside while the people are around!?"

"Come brother!" said Eorlund pulling him to follow for safety.

Aela, Vilkas, Farkas and the other Companions run out of Jorrvaskr, along with the servants. Aela sees Rohan in the big crowd, "Rohan!" Rohan turns and sees Aela calling him. He makes his way through the oncoming people. "Aela, the city is being attacked by stormcloaks!"

"I know, I've known this since the war started!"

A fireball hits the temple of Kynareth and Rohan quickly remembers that Rami is in there.
"Quick follow me!" The Companions follow Rohan inside and the room was in chaos. The priest and priestesses were scrambling to get the injured soldiers to a safe place. "Anyone who can walk, on your feet! Anyone who can't must be carried on a stretcher!" said Danica, "And put that fire out! QUICKLY!"

Rohan sees Rami attempting to put a big orc legion on a stretcher. Rohan quickly helps, "Rohan I'm glad you're here….

"There's no time you need to head to the Palace!"

"But I can't I need to help with the soldiers!"

Rohan quickly heads to Aela who was talking to Danica, "Whats the problem?"

"Danica doesn't have enough people to help move the injured to the palace." said Aela.

"Then get every Companion to help, please! I have to join the defense at the front."

"Yes Harbinger." said Aela, "You heard the man, help get everyone out of the temple and into the palace!"

Rohan quickly goes to Rami and grabs her hand, rushing out. Luckily Lydia was already running up the street. "Lydia!" called Rohan. Lydia sees Rohan in the mess of people and runs over to him. "Yes my thane!"

"Take Rami to the palace and keep her safe! If there is a need of an emergency evacuation speak to Aela, tell I said to lead everyone to the passage that leads out in Underforge. She'll know what you are talking about and lead the way then."

"Okay"

"Rami go with Lydia."

"Wait! I'm not going without you! Stay with me this time!" Rami grabbed Rohan's arms tight.

"I can't I have to defend the front. NOW GO!"

"Don't worry Rami, Rohan will be fine." said Lydia taking her hand, "I'll take good care of her."

"Good." said Rohan, "You keep her safe."

Lydia pulls Rami away heading to the palace, Rami has small tears in her eyes. She knew Rohan could protect himself but she just hate to see him run in the danger. Rohan was sprinting through the crowd, heading to the gate. In the mass of the crowd Idolaf Battle-born is seen running with them. Rohan grabs him by the shoulder, "Where the fuck do you think you're going!?"

"I need to go to Dragonsreach and…protect my family!"

Rohan wasn't buying it, "You're legion! Get out and fight!" He turns Idolaf to the font and pushes him, two Whiterun guards sees Idolaf and hands him an axe and a helmet dragging him to the gate. More fireballs crash and Rohan had to hurry. "Hey Rohan!" called Adrianne, she tosses him a helmet and Rohan catches amazed by her skill on the helmet. It was a cold steel imperial closed helmet. It looked just as the helmet the legions in Cyrodiil once wore. "Thanks!"

Rohan runs out the front gate and sees Whiterun guards and legion soldiers forming and ready. "Close the drawbridge!" yelled Cauis. Rohan runs along the path of the upper platforms of surrounding wall and stands by Rikke, where the platform over sees the frontline. The front entrance that lead to the gate was blocked by a heavy barricade. The legion had to keep the stormcloaks from entering the city at all cost. Stormcloak platoons by the hundreds were formed ready to charge. "RARRRRGRH" they roared "RAH! RAH! RAH!" the chanted, the power of their war chants were to intimidate the legion and did to some. The guards and soldiers gripped their draw weapons tight as the dust clears revealing more stormcloaks. Rikke could see some fear stricken faces amongst her men, "This is it men!" she yelled "This is an important day for the Empire and all of Skyrim. This is the day we send a message to Ulfric Stormcloak and the rebel Jarls who support him! But make no mistake! What we do here today, we do for Skyrim and her people! By cutting out disease of this rebellion, we will make this country whole again! Ready now! Everyone with me! For the Empire! For the legion!"

"YARGGGGGGH!" went the men, their morale boosted and was a fierce for a fight. The stormcloak charged. Their numbers were massive, they running faster than ever towards the barricade. "Hold positions! Defend the barricades!" commanded Rikke. The stormcloaks were charging closer and closer. Rohan eyes stared narrowly out the holes of his closed helm. There was no way the barricade could hold and the oncoming catapult fire was making matters worse. With quick thinking Rohan jumps over the platform and in front of the barricade. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" said Rikke

"Giving you some time and I'm going to dismantle the catapults!" Replied Rohan his eyes not leaving the charging horde which was now setting their attention on him.

"Auxiliary Rohan! Your orders are too…

"FUS…RO DAAAAAA!"

Rikke sees Rohan's powerful shout. The thu'um pushes the entire hoard back. Far out into the grass lands. Weapons, bodies, everything flings back. He quickly whistles for his horse and the yellow stallion comes galloping out, Rohan jumping on the back kicking the horse to run faster toward the countryside. "He's really going after them?!" said Hadvar, "Legate we need to cover him!"

"ARCHERS COVER THE AUXILIRAY!" yelled Rikke.

-Whiterun countryside

"Get the catapults moving, we're weakening their flank!" yelled a Stormcloak Captain. Stormcloaks scramble to get the catapults ready, some arming themselves to prepare for the second wave attack. "Sir something is coming!" said a stormcloak. The captain looks out and sees a legion charging, "Is the fuck mad?! Put him down!" Arrows flies at the legion but they miss. The horseback legion charges closer, imperial arrows then come raining in, keeping the archers from firing. Just as the legion got close enough, the horse jumps over the barricade the surrounded the artillery platoon. Rohan leaps from his horse now even higher in mid air. He flies over some stunned soldiers and gnarls his fist. Coming down with a serious lethal punch to the Stormcloak captain's face. Rohan ducks an axe swing from a stormcloak and comes up with his dragonbone sword drawn. He slashes the stormcloak's chest open and jerks to his left from a strike of a mace, he counters by jamming his sword into the stormcloak's stomach. "YOL TOOR SHUR!" The flames spill from the open mouth part of the obscured legion helmet, and burns an oncoming group of stormcloaks. Seeing more charge at him Rohan shouts, "HUN KRAAL ZOOR!" Hakon was summoned. "Need a little help!" said Rohan. Hakon chuckles and charges with his battle axe. "FUS RO DA!" goes Hakon, pushing some stormcloaks back killing some. As Hakon kept the stormcloaks busy, Rohan pushed the heavy catapult with all his strength, turning it to the right where other catapults were aligned and spaced out. The catapult was already set and Rohan launches the catapult firing the fireball, the fireball hurled to another stormcloak catapult, hitting it on target and killing most of the stormcloaks there in the huge explosion.

Back at the front gate, Rikke could see Rohan take out the catapult and sees going to the next one. A wave of Stormcloaks were charging ahead, "Be ready to attack!" Archers ready themselves, aiming their arrows at the horde. "NOW!" said Cauis. Arrows fly right at the Stormcloaks, killing half but more were still coming. The stormcloaks make it to the barricade, legions run up to it trying to hold it together. It did not use the barricade broke killing some of the legion who were holding it. Hadvar and other soldiers charge. Hadvar cleaves his sword into a stormcloaks neck and dodges a strike countering with a blow to the stormcloak's head. Rikke jumps down and starts bashing and slashing. A stormcloak hammer knocks her helmet off but Rikke bashes with her shield and brings her sword into the stormcloak's chest. "We got to defend the drawbridge, keep it closed!" said Rikke. Another wave of stormcloaks were coming in, Rikke, Hadvar and a big platoon of legions come charging out. A big sword fight happens, stormcloaks and legions were getting killed left to right. Cauis and the Whiterun guards stayed defending the drawbridge. Shooting arrows at oncoming stormcloaks who snucked in.

Rohan fights his way through the crowd making his way to the next catapult. Hakon slams his axe in stormcloak skulls, "My time here is ending! Good luck Dragonborn!"

"Thanks!" said Rohan slicing a stormcloak in half, "Hope I don't join you!" Hakon vanishes back to Sovngarde and Rohan was left dealing with half an army coming at him. He started to recant his plan coming here, seeing it wasn't really a good idea. Suddenly luck had came to him out on the field was a small army of eighty men charging on horses. The man leading the group was Hrongar, he had his own private army. The men wore scaled armor, resembling Hrongar's and carried big weapons from great swords, battle axes, hammers. Riding with the group was the Companions, charging along the side. They break through the stormcloak's lines and cut away at the oncoming soldiers. Rohan lifts his helmet from over his face and smiles, waving to get Aela's attention. She sees him and rides over and grabs, putting him on the back of his horse. "I'm glad you came just in time." said Rohan.

"Well there is a battle going on in my own yard, I'm not going to wait inside and watch you take all the glory for yourself." said Aela.

"What's this squad then?"

"These are the Whiterun riders, Hrongar's own personal faction."

Hrongar rides along with Aela, "You were attempting to take out this entire platoon yourself?!" he said to Rohan.

"I'm telling you." said Aela, "He's got more balls than he does have brains."

Aela kicks her horse to charge in faster, Rohan leaps off swing his sword in a fury, "SU GRAH DIIN!" He was leaving a bloody mess in his wake, no stormcloak could best him. Four of the Whiterun riders pillages a catapult, and then moves to the next one. Vilkas dodges a swing of an axe and counters with his great sword in the stormcloak's gullet. Farkas slams his sword into five stormcloaks and then positions his sword out as a stormcloak charges at him, the stormcloak had impaled her. Torvar punches a stormcloak to the ground and then keeps hitting him with his war axe. Athis dodges and counters with his sword, he does spin and cuts a stormcloak's arm off, ducks down and come back with a sword swing decapitating the head of the soldier. RIA leaps high bring her sword right into a stormcloak's chest. She blocks a hammer and cuts at the soldier's stomach. Njada kicks a stormcloak off her and then chops at the leg of another. She parries her sword and then cuts at the neck of a stormcloak. Another stormcloak comes from behind her about to crush her skull with his hammer but just Njada turns around and tries to block the attack, Aela shoots her bow right at the stormcloak's chest, dead in the heart. Aela shoots her bow again at another stormcloak coming at her, the arrow right in the eye.

The battle loomed on more reinforcements came bashing in. It was like Ulfric's numbers would double every time a stormcloak had fallen. A group of stormcloaks go inside a short narrow hole outside the creek, right of the city. The hole lead to a tunnel which lead inside, people were still scrambling inside the city. No one not noticing the man hole cover opening and a squad of stormcloaks come climbing out. The townspeople sees the stormcloaks and scream even louder, running. Some guards run to them but the stormcloaks quickly kills them off. "To the palace!" says one of them. The stormcloaks rush to the palace but just as they make it the stairs, the palace doors fly open. There in the door way was Balgruuf, glaring. He had on steel plated armor and a sharp steel great sword clutched in his hand. "If Sons of Skyrim's whores think you can take my city! YOU GOT ANOTHER THNG COMING!" Balgruuf and Irileth run down the stairs storming at the stormcloaks. Balgruuf jerks right and cleaves his sword into a stormcloaks neck. He blocks an axe and shoves the sword right into a stormcloak's chest. Irileth blocks and counters with a quick slash in a stormcloak's torso. She kicks the stormcloak down and spins her sword into another stormcloak, decapitating.

Balgruuf crushes a skull of a stormcloak, then spins with his sword, bringing the mighty blade into another stormcloak who had his back turn, severing his spine. Balgruuf elbows another then cuts the stormcloaks face open. "I see you haven't lost your touch with a blade." said Irileth jamming her sword into a stormcloak's neck. "Like old times." grumbled Balgruuf.

Back outside the walls more and more stormcloaks form. Rikke and Hadvar keeps fending off the front gates but they had to drawback for more stormcloaks had now tripled. Rohan and the others weren't fairing off so well neither. More reinforcements came and they were greatly outnumbered. Rohan, the Companions and the Whiterun riders had fall back, some of the riders were gravely injured including a few Companions. Torvar had his thigh sliced opened and Ria's head was dripping with blood. Farkas dislocated his shoulder and had a gash over his right eye. They all safely made into the front gate walls but a blood sword fight was still on the way. "We have no choice Legate!" said Hadvar, "We need to fall back into the city!"

"The numbers are high! We need regroup!" said Rohan.

Out on the flied, thousands of more stormcloak reinforcements formed out. More to the reinforce army were archery towers, another line of catapults and tamed giants. "RAH! RAH! RAH!" chanted the stormcloaks. Everyone looked shocked, as if their effort was for nothing, they killed half of the stormcloak's forces and in the process lost half of theirs. There was no way they could with stand this next wave of attacks. Rikke had no choice, she had withdrew the lines, "Fall back! Into the city!"

"Fall back! Into the city!" repeated some legions.

"Into the city! Into the city!"

Everyone quickly rushed into the city walls and see Balgruuf, Irileth and some guards finishing off some infiltrating stormcloaks. "Whats happened?" said Balgruuf. "Jarl Balgruuf" said Rikke, she points outward to walls gesturing for him to see. Balgruuf quickly runs over, and climbs a ladder to get a better look over the wall. There he saw more stormcloaks, preparing to attack. Balgruuf just sneers and breathes heavy, rage rising in his throat. "I WILL NOT SURRENDER TO ULFRIC STORMCLOAK!" he calls out, "TALOS AS MY WITNESS I WILL NOT SURRENDER!"

Irileth, Rohan and Hrongar stand beside him. They could tell he was getting emotional but he kept a strong brooding composure. "Irileth, I want you to go back to the palace and help see over the townspeople. For if I am to die today, I want you to take my children far way, out of Skyrim to Cyrodiil."

"Yes…my Jarl." said Irileth with sorrow.

"Little brother" said Balgruuf, "Let us prepare for our final assault."

"Of course brother." said Hrongar.

Rohan looks at everyone who was standing around, injured soldiers all over the place. Cries and screams. Some parts of the city was on fire, it was that of the sight of Helgen. People carrying the dead and injured, putting out some fire. Mothers screaming for children they had lost in the commotion. Rohan looked everyone's dirt covered faces, Hadvar looking to the ground shaking his head, Athis helping Torvar, Njada helping Ria and Vilkas tending to Farkas, Aela just looked back at Rohan her face said it all about the situation. All this effort for nothing, Whiterun was about to lose. An idea quick comes to Rohan's mind. "No" he said to himself, quietly, "NO!" he yells and everyone stops what they were doing and looks right at him. "We are not going to lose!" said Rohan, "This is my home! Whiterun is my home! I was born here and this was the city that made me the man who I am before you! I've learned many things here and met so many beautiful people! You all are my people and I love you! I am not going to let you fall from your throne Jarl Balgruuf!" The people were silent on Rohan's little speech not sure what he was about to do.

Rohan turns to sky and with a deep breath he shouts, "ODAHVINNG!" The thu'um breaks into the sky and the atmosphere goes silent. A silence that everyone grew nervous, everyone but Rohan. A distant dragon's roar shutters the air and people start jerking their heads around nervous. "What did you just do!" said Aela.

"This is the benefits when you have a Dragonborn on the battle field!" said Rohan. In the murky clouds soars Odahviing, people began scream and flee at the sight of the mighty dragon. Odahviing lands in the city's plaza. Guards rush to him, weapons drawn. "No! He's on our side!" said Rohan. "You called me, what assistance do you need?" said Odahviing.

"Drem Yol Lok, I'm sure you saw the lakhaan ark zoul…the brooding soldiers outside our city's walls?"

"Ah yes, Bron do vo kran siik. Nords and their constant battles. Can't you just sit around and enjoy what life gives you? Always so quick to send each other to Sovngarde."

"Yes our customs are quite bloody but I need you to help me stop them."

Odahviing just leers at him, shaking his head, he then lowers his head for Rohan to get on. Rohan puts on his helmet and once again climbs atop Odahviing. Odahviing flaps his wings,

beginning to take flight. He soars out towards the stormcloak artillery high in the sky. Stormcloaks look up in dismay, not believing what they are just seeing. "YOL!" goes Odahviing, bursts of fire shooting from his mouth burning the stormcloaks alive. "Shoot the dragon!" says a captain. Catapult fire, targeting Odahviing. They miss and Odahviing comes flying down shouting his firebreath. He snatches at one of the catapults with his huge talon claws and tosses it to another catapult destroying it. Odahviing flies low for Rohan to leap down and Rohan goes into a frenzy of attacks. He dodges an attack and brings his elbow into the stormcloak's stomach, he then gives him an upper hook in the chin and grabs and breaks his arm, disarming the soldier. Rohan grabs the stormcloak's battle axe and slams the axe down on the stormcloak. "TIID KLO UL!" Rohan's shout slows down time, giving him the upper hand on the surrounding numbers going after him.

He swings the battle axe at a stormcloak's chest and blocks a strike from a greatsword, kicking the other stormcloak in the gut. He swishes the axe low, bringing it up a stormcloak's face, chopping it in half, while the stormcloak had her helmet still on. Rohan then brings the axe into the side of a stormcloak's face, leaving it there. He sprints forth running atop a small boulder jumping off it and landing his feet right on a stormcloak captain. The powdery dirt give Rohan the friction to surf the ground with his feet planted on the now dead captain. He hops off drawing his sword and slicing at a stormcloaks backside.

Balgruuf could see the stormcloak's artillery weakened and the numbers of the stormcloaks withdrawing. "Come on!" he says to everyone, "Lets draw these bastards back to Windhelm!"

"YARRGGHH!" goes everyone and the charge out the front gates, Balgruuf leading. The stormcloaks see them charging and charges as well. Another more massive sword fight begins as the battle looms over. Balgruuf cutting and slashing at every stormcloak in his path. Hrongar cleaving his sword into stormcloak skulls and kicking them out the way. Aela shoots her bow at far away targets and clobber away with a broad dwarvern sword. Rikke bashes at every stormcloak, crushing them to the ground and any survivors she finishes them with her sword. Hadvar was doing the most, cuts at a stormcloak who was about to him with their sword and pierces a stormcloak's chest by quickly jamming it through. He does a double spin move where his sword hits two stormcloaks at the same time and leaping forth jamming his sword once again into a stormcloak's throat. The fight wages on as legion soldiers and Whiterun guards combine their forces and wallops the invading stormcloaks. Help quickly came when it did as legion cavalry come charging forth from Hjaalmarch and the Rift, the Hjaalmarch flank did a big help in pushing the stormcloaks back but it was the Rift flank that helped cornered the stormcloaks into drawing back, proving Rohan's scheme was right, the Rift did make an advantage edge.

Rohan and Odahviing were doing serious damage, combining their shouts. Odahviing would do fire breath while Rohan would do unrelenting force, making a fiery explosion pushing massive forces out. The stormcloak's numbers were dwindling and they could see they couldn't keep up the fight for long. The legion forces had now quadrupled and the entire stormcloak artillery were destroyed, they were now outnumbered and out gunned. Galmar looked on as he watches his forces decay. Throar, Runjar and Rinn, Ulfric's top generals aside from Galmar had been killed. Galmar told Ulfric that there was going to be support he said that they need to secure more flanks before proceeding to Whiterun but Ulfric didn't listen. Now what Galmar warned just happened, the neighboring forces have now came to aid and Galmar was left with no choice he had to take whatever men he had left and retreat back to Windhelm. "Tell men to fall back." he says to his lieutenants. "FALL BACK! EVERYONE RETREAT!" they call out, and it being repeated amongst the soldiers.

The stormcloak run, making their way to the hillside towards Eastmarch. Balgruuf and the others kills off the last and sees the stormcloaks running. "WE DID IT!" yelled Balgruuf. Cheers roar around, Whiterun had won and with Whiterun winning the legion had won, this showed Ulfric to never underestimate the power of imperial legion. Rohan comes flying in, riding on Odahviing's back. The legion, Whiterun guards and everyone in the city sees him flying in like gallant hero cheering his name, "ROHAN! ROHAN! ROHAN! ROHAN! ROHAN!" Odahviing lands and Rohan jumps off, smiling like he never smiled before. "WE DID IT MY JARL!" He runs over to Balgruuf and Balgruuf grabs him laughs, hugging him , "All thanks to you my boy! You and you're flying companion." Balgruuf was ecstatic he looks around and sees the cheering warriors, they just fought a bloody battle, and possibly one of the most bloodiest Whiterun has faced and came out victorious. "Revel in your victory today!" said Balgruuf to everyone, "Even as the gods revel in your honor! They already sing of your valor and skill! The halls of Sovngarde are no doubt ringing with your praises! In defeating these Stormcloak traitors, you have proven the hollowness of their cause and the fullness in your hearts! The citizens of Whiterun are forever in your debt! But Ulfric will not stop here! No, he will continue to strike out any true nord who remains faithful to the Empire! He will continue to saw chaos and discord, WHERE EVER HE CAN! And so we must each one of us, continue to fight this insurrection, lest our fallen brothers have died for naught! Lest our honor be lessened should we allow these blood thirst beast to prowl our lands! Carry on men, my gratitude and blessings go with you! For Whiterun! FOR THE EMPIRE!"

"AHHHHHAAAAAAAA!" goes everyone in the crowd. "We're gonna win this! We got the fucking Dragonborn fighting with us!" says someone in the crowd. "YEAAAAAAH! ROHAN! ROHAN! ROHAN! ROHAN! ROHAN!" chants the people. The sound of the chants made everyone in the city join as Rohan comes walking in with the forces following behind. People were patting Rohan on the shoulder and women run up to him giving a kiss on his cheek. Rohan didn't like the attention, then again he didn't hate either. "I DIDN"T WIN THIS FIGHT! WHITERUN AND THE LEGION DID!" The people cheer louder, bowing to Rohan's humbleness.

Word from writer: For Whiterun! How was that? In the game it didn't really seem much of a battle cause it was like only ten people plus the Dragonborn on the field and nothing edgy didn't even happen. I mean there was more action when you take the Stormcloak side and invade Whiterun then you do defending it for the legion. But thanks to fan fictions you can make seem more like a real battle. I'm not making Rohan some arrogant celebrity but also I'm going to make him more leiniant to things such rewards and what not. Also I made up the Whiterun Riders for Hrongar, you can make that into a story if you want and I'll read it. Also I wanted to show more of Balgruuf being a sure badass, instead of him looking like a coward for taking the legion at the last minute to keep his throne. R/R please and THANKS FOR READING! : )