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A towel was wrapped around Rohan as he sat down for Lydia to give him a shave. Hadvar was sitting at a table drinking some mead. "We've been using a lot of our forces defending the Rift and now the Pale since you had your little slumber." said Hadvar.

"Was the legion really having trouble without me?" said Rohan; he kept his face still as Lydia slowly moved the blade across his cheek.

"Well I wouldn't say trouble but sense you went into a coma we've been back on the defensive instead of the offensive. The word has come to the General of you coming conscious again and he asked if you feel fit to be back in the fight."

"I'm always ready."

Hadvar puts his cup down with a satisfied look and leans back in his char, popping the knots in his back. "Yeah, well I'm leading a front to Falkreath. The plan is to get our southern flanks back. First Falkreath, then Markarth. After that it's straight to Winterhold and then…

"Right on Ulfric's door."

"Exactly, But we've been under bar lately, keeping intel to a few. Rumors of a spy within the legion but no one have been really looking into it."

"There's a spy and no one is taking it serious?!" Rohan jerked his head a little.

"Careful!" jumped Lydia, who nearly cut his chin.

"It's only been rumors, gossip. The Stormcloaks have been really getting some advantages, some being plans being found. One of couriers was intercepted and it leads to one bloody battle in Hjaalmarch, we almost lost if it wasn't for the help of Whiterun. But we've still been short on supplies and now men. That's why we need to hurry and regain these territories cause after the battle in Whiterun we took a massive blow to the Stormcloak's forces but for some reasons their numbers have been regaining." said Hadvar

"This is the imperial legion. The military of the Empire and we can't spare any new soldiers?"

Hadvar shakes his head, "Not now, those senators that came here are no help at all, especially that pompous fat one …what's his name...oh yeah right, Vinipter."

"Not a day goes by when I want to cleave my sword right into that fat head of his. Every time he speaks I cringe."

"Yes well another Senator is supposedly coming. I don't know who but this senator is coming with some coin and is supposed to be working with the General."

"Great, another 'lovely diplomat' from Cyrodiil. Tullius must know that this Skyrim and the way wars are handled are fights with blood and steel not formal diplomacy."

"Tullius is handling this the Cyrodiilic way which is by strategy and patience."

"Ulfric isn't a patient man."

Lydia wipes Rohan's face down with a silk cloth. He was now cleanly shaven; she didn't notice how smooth his skin really was on his face. His hair was short and he kept brushes back and now his face was clean of any fuzz he grew. "Thank you my dear." said Rohan.

"No problem my thane."

Rohan gets up from his chair and looks at his body from a tall mirror. Nothing hadn't change, he was still athletically muscled, his skin had gotten a bit pale from not getting any sunlight for some time but once returned back on the field his skin will tan back to its pinkish hew. "Shall I get your armor and weapons?" asked Lydia.

"Please"

After Rohan gets dress, he and Hadvar begin to head out. Just as the door was open there standing in the doorway was Rami. An utter shocked look came across her face as she gazed at Rohan back in his heavy legion armor. "You're…you're…YOU'RE GOING BACK TO FIGHT!?"

"Yeah, the war isn't over darling."

"You just came out of a coma and the next thing you do is go back out there on that battlefield and start fighting again!?"

"A long sleep doesn't stop a nord from picking up his sword." chuckled Rohan.

"Oh don't give me that 'I'm true nord' troll shit! Don't you have any concern for the people around you? Do you even care how I feel?"

"I join this fight and damn well am going to finish it!"

"YOU JOINED IT BUT YOU DIDN'T START IT! You said it before; this war is just a debate of failed politics. Now all of a sudden you are charging with legion frontlines?"

Rohan glared at Rami, breathing heavy. He hates on how much concern she gave him but he knows that she only cares for him as he does for her. He steps out of the door and takes Rami aside, "Rami, this war has brought nothing but death and destruction. It is just a bunch of rambling of pointless politics but the reason I join is to stop all these lives from being destroyed. All these deaths I want to end so Skyrim can rebuild. Alduin was just the first down this long road of crisis, I swore myself as Skyrim's protector and that's what I plan on doing for the rest of my life."

"So you think you can save all these lives by doing more killing?"

Rohan draws back from Rami's question. It took a minute for him to come up with something to say, "Look I'm only doing because Balgruuf never agreed to Ulfric's ideals and I have friends among the Empire. Now I promise you I will be careful, I'll write to you when I get the chance and I'll take better care of myself."

"Don't worry priestess." said Hadvar, "I'll watch his sorry hide."

"I'm sure you would Tribune Hadvar but Rohan is danger prone for more trouble, I don't believe that sudden coma was an accident."

"How so?" asked Rohan.

"That coma, a lot of the people said it exhaustion or that you had a concussion on your head and it finally gave in. But I know better, someone wanted you out of the fight and I bet that they will do it again when given the chance."

"Rami" Rohan pulls her close to her. Such youthfulness she had in her face, only in her late teens but with so much maturity. While Rohan was in his coma she had turned eighteen and instead of celebrating her birthday, she sat by his side and cared for him. He knows she only wants to see him safe and in a switch situation he would done the same thing for her. "I promise by Shor's soul I will not be hurt ever. Please, stop worrying."

"I'll know that you'll stay safe but I won't stop worrying Rohan, never."

Rohan could see the emotions form in her eyes. He didn't have nothing else to say. All he replied with was a kiss on top her head and a soft goodbye. Rami bows her head and walks off back to the temple. Hadvar and Rohan watch her walk up the street, "I don't know what's harder, her seeing me leave or me leaving her here."

"Priestess Rami is a very caring person. She cares for all of us but especially you. May I ask what is the bond between you two?"

Rohan paused at the question Hadvar asked. The story was tragic, gruesome in a way and it was something he would like to forget. "I'll tell you another time." The two head off to the front gate. "Again with the secrets are we?" said Hadvar, "Really Rohan I'm your friend you can tell me anything."

"I am in time I will tell you but it's a matter I'm not so fond of speaking of at the moment. But don't get me with secrets, since when did you became a Tribune?!"

Hadvar grinned "The General has been mighty kind recently. Any soldier who distinguish himself amongst the battle field constantly will constantly move rank. I've been leading fights throughout stormcloak strongholds. And with Falkreath I'm going up the next leg."

"Don't count on it." said Rohan, "Now that I'm back and kicking you might as well start calling me legate."

-Falkreath

It rained again and the forest was now misty and soggy. Three whole hours of nothing but pouring rain came down on Falkreath, again. Now that it finally stopped the soldiers could go outside and enjoy the nice damp, cold, foggy, murky, air. Ralof was sitting on an old squeaky stool playing a coin game with his shield brother Vasik. Both of them attempt to flick a septim in a mead bottle few meters away. Ralof was successful in the first three attempts but was now hitting the rim, same with Vasik. "The Joldi girl has been really became an asset to Ulfric." said Vasik. Ralof does a disagreeing spat. "Something troubles you?" asked Vasik, who misses another shot. Ralof readies his thumb and finger then flicks missing the bottle completely. "Having a spy around hasn't helped anyone. We're no different than those imperials doing this snooping around."

"She's helped out a lot with her 'snooping'." Vasik misses again.

"If she has been so much help than why are there still imperials here in Skyrim?" CLINK! Goes Ralof's septim as it hits the brim.

Vasik flicks a coin again missing by inches, he didn't answer only shrugged.

"Exactly, we need more men and more supplies, if we are going to win this war."

Vasik picks up another coin from the purse, "Well the fight has just got a whole lot worse. Word is that the Dragonborn has regain consciousness."

Ralof grins and shakes his head, "Rohan Satilus, I guess the snooping couldn't keep the dragon down. A simple cross of swords would've done the job easy. We'll see who would victor and both characters would not be dampered with back stabbing and poisoning."

"Yeah but no one can't cross swords with him. Not only can he shout but he's a damn good swordsmen. One of the best. Weren't you with him in Helgen?"

"Aye, I was the first man to ever say a word to him when he first stepped foot in Skyrim."

"Do you regret it, I mean the fact that he might got the body of a nord but he ain't the blood. Who grew up around those imperial bastards, just hear his last name. He has no nord name. Now he's 'the savior of Skyrim'. PFFFTTT!"

"No, I don't regret ever talking to him one bit."

"How come?"

"Cause there back in Helgen, when nothing but screams and fire burning. He was the one who showed no fear." Ralof trails in his memory.

"Huh?"

"I saw the World Eater, I saw Alduin. I saw him fly down right in front of Rohan, and all I saw in that man's eyes was fierceness. He snarled at the winged beast and growled 'Do your worst!' Out of all the fearful men out there I among them, Rohan stood out from all and defiled the dragon right there. So no Vasik, I don't regret ever speaking to him." Ralof comes back into reality and then takes a shot. The coin flies directly in the bottle. Vasik does a whistle in approval, "Good shot. Well that's all the coins and since you made more shots than me you get to have what's in the bottle."

"Thank you friend. I'll spend it on some mead we can share once we head into to town later."

The gate of the fort opens and in comes an elderly nord with a hunchback, he was bald and had snaggled teeth, he looked quite ugly and repulsive. But he was grinning dearly as the soldiers watch him walk in. "Got some fine little fillies for Skyrim's sons." he jeered. The man then gesture to the gate where some women come in. They all look young and average nothing fine and exotic about them. But it didn't stop some soldiers from cooing over and taking a gander at the prostitutes. "You sure you don't wanna spend some gold over for some fun Ralof?" said Vasik.

Ralof looks over at the plain looking women, some had dirty hair and worn dresses on. A hard disgusted look goes on his face. "Nah, those women aren't even fit for a drunk. Besides my mother would rise from her grave and murder me if I ever lay with a prostitute."

Vasik takes a gaze over at the women; soldiers were all over them as wolves on meat. He then catches Ralof's drift and laughs to himself. "You're right what's the point of giving a woman my cock when she already ten of them in her since breakfast."

Captain Rock-Blood comes over to Ralof and Vasik. The two soldiers then fix their postures as they see the tall broad captain stand over them. "You two are on night watch; there's been news of a bandit gang traveling through these woods so I need you to keep a sharp eye."

"Yes sir" said Ralof and Vasik.

-Falkreath, near the Whiterun border

"The storm been keeping travel slow but at least we manage to find a good campsite." said Hadvar helping nail down a tent. Rohan comes over with an armful of firewood and places them neatly down. "Yeah but it's hard to sleep in a tent when the ground is still wet and muddy. I'd prefer it if we found a cave at least."

"Aw quit moaning like a girl and help finish setting up, we need to go over the battle plans."

Legion soldiers all around were pitching up tents and getting a few camp fires ready. After hours of getting ready it was time for supper and rest. The soldiers were given their bowls of slop but Rohan was hesitant, he remember the last thing he ate put him to sleep for two months, he wasn't going down that road again. Hadvar sees Rohan not eating and quickly catches on why. He reaches over to Rohan's bowl and scoops up some slop then eats it. Rohan looks at Hadvar's face for results, at first Hadvar looked fine then his face stiffed up and he grabs his throat as if he was choking. Rohan quickly went startled, "Are you okay!? BREATHE!" Hadvar looked to be turning pale and his eyes rolled back. "Hadvar! HADVAR!" yelled Rohan. But just as Hadvar looked to be dying, he smiles and begins to laugh. "Haha! You should've seen your face!"

Rohan chuckled at the joke but gave a Hadvar a sharp punch in the shoulder.

-Later on, after sundown.

The sky was starry and bright. All Ralof could do was sit, look up and gaze. Vasik comes with two mugs of ale and sits next Ralof. "I like it when I see the sky like this." said Ralof, "It calms me."

"Yeah well I like to be out in the day where I can see what's out there, so consider me less calm about things."

"You worry Vasik. We've been at this post for months and the only thing exciting was a bear getting in the food larder." Ralof put his feet up on a stool and drinks some ale. He closes his eyes and takes in the nightly ambiance. It was quiet, to quiet. As minutes drawn in something told Ralof to get to his feet and look out into the wilderness. Yes there wasn't a sound heard but that was the problem, there wasn't any noise, no crickets or nothing, he couldn't even hear the river nearby. Something was out there and watching him. Vasik looks at Ralof confused, "What's wrong…"

"SSSHHH! Be on your guard, something is here."

Vasik gets up from his chair and stands by him, "I don't see anything…

"SSSHHHH!"

The two stormcloaks stared out looking. Nothing was happening and it was only making Ralof more nervous. "YOL!" an echo soars from the trees.

"What was that!?" said Vasik in a loud whisper. Ralof's eyes were darting around trying to see where that echo came from. Finally a sound of branches burning and cracking, followed by a yellow haze and smoke. Giant balls of hay comes rolling out of the forest crashing into the fort walls, right into the front gate, exploding it. "SOUND THE ALARM! IMPERIALS!" yelled Ralof. Vasik ran to the bell and rings.

Inside the fort, sleeping and slightly drunk stormcloaks scrambled in alarm. They run and grab their swords and axes, clamping on their helmets and greaves. They run out to see an army of legion soldiers charging at them. Swords and shields clash as a bloody battle begins. The fire from the fireballs brought out a glowing light in the fort.

Ralof hops down from his post and runs to a legion his war axe gripped in his hands. SWAP! Goes his axe as it cuts through the bone of the back of legions neck. He then headbutts another and does a spin move bring his axe into another legion's chest. Fire blazes on seeing burning some nearby hay near the stables. The horses were kicking and whining from the hot blaze. Ralof sees that they were trapped and couldn't get out. He quickly runs to the stables and opens the latch of the gate so they could run off. As soon as the gate opens the horses stampede out and Ralof was in the middle of it. He jumps out of their path only for a big steed to kick him in the head and knock him out.

-The next morning

A throbbing pain pulses at the back of Ralof's head but he finally opens his eyes. He lying face down in the dirt with his hands tied behind him. His vision was blurry but he could see that they had lost the fight. Half of the fort was in ruins and smokes was still rising from all over. Legions were herding stormcloaks into a cart and others where cleaning up the mess. Throwing bodies into piles, one pile was stormcloak the other was legion. Ralof could see the stormcloak pile was massive. He shuts his eyes in despair and turns his head to the right. There he could see Vasik starring at him with dull eyes. "They went easy on us eh Vasik?" joked Ralof. Vasik didn't respond he just stared at him not blinking. "Vasik? Vasik!?" Two legion soldiers come and picks up Vasik, carrying him to the dead pile. Ralof could see the Vasik's upper body was separated from his lower.

"Let's hurry up! More soldiers are coming in for a garrison!" commanded Hadvar, "Put all live stormcloaks on the cart."

Ralof put his face down in the dirt, this was it for him. Two legions come to pick him up and put him on the cart. "Leave him! I'll take care of this." said a voice. Ralof recognize it completely, it was Rohan. He looks over to his left and sees Rohan looking down on him. His steel legion armor was covered in soot and his face was sweaty and dirty. "Can you walk?" asked Rohan.

"I can but I don't want to." murmured Ralof.

"Well I'm certainly not going to carry you."

Ralof groan but rolled on his side, "A little help?"

Rohan grabbed him by the arm and jerked him to his feet. "Come on." Rohan didn't say anything else to him. He put Ralof on the back of the cart with other stormcloaks. Ralof sat down his hands bind together, just like how he was with Helgen. On the back were two of the group of soldiers he recognize, the Graymane brothers Thorald and Avulstien. Rohan gets up the driver's part of the cart and mushes the horses to trot off deep in the forest. The ride was long and silent. All Ralof did was stared at Rohan, not saying a word. "Ironic isn't it?" said Ralof, "I remember you sitting right across from me, hands bound and death bound. Now you are driving the cart for my death." Rohan wasn't saying anything, he was just driving the cart with eyes front. "I guess I won't be expecting Alduin to swoop down here, since you killed him." Still not a word from Rohan. Ralof faced down with sorrow ,"This war will really tell you who your friends are."

"You can say that again." said Thorald, he and Avulstien were still glaring at Rohan. Rohan wasn't saying a thing. The cart finally stopped and Rohan got off and open the back. "Get off the cart and face your back towards me." he said.

"Good, it'll be easier for you to put the knife in it." said Avulstien.

The stormcloaks did what they were told and faced their back towards Rohan. Rohan pulls out an Ebony dagger and the stormcloaks braced for their execution. Ralof shut his eyes ready for the blade to slit his throat. But instead of that he feels his binding getting cut off. He opens his eyes to see he was freed. One by Rohan cut the bindings off the stormcloaks and freed them.

"What are you doing?" asked Ralof.

"Breaking the law, the General wants you dead."

The stormcloaks were still silent, not sure what was going on. Rohan finally finished freeing the last stormcloak. "There, now go. Go anywhere I don't care."

"Why free us?" asked Thorald.

"Why wouldn't I not free you. I killed to many of my kinsmen. I don't have a reason of killing you. So I'm not."

"Your legion and we are stormcloaks that seems more of a reason." said Avulstien.

"I said 'I' as in just me, I already feel troubled enough that my sword takes the blood of my people, it's like my own."

"Then why did you side with legion? You could've been better off with us." said Ralof.

"You're right I would but it's a more difficult matter with your leader is why I'm on the Empire's side."

"You don't see Ulfric as High King?"

"No, I don't see him as our High King."

Rohan gets back on the carriage and drives off. The stormcloaks looked on not sure what to do now but relived to see that the Dragonborn never forgot about them.

Word from the writer: Bout time huh? Well I was busy playing Mass Effect so I totally forgot. But don't worry I'll be updating more often. I don't have much to say on this chapter so tell me what you think. R/R please and THANKS FOR READING! : )