Tolran awoke in a the back of a rickety wooden cart, slowly shaking his head he looked around noticing that he was slumped in the corner next to three Nords. He sat up and realized that his hands were still bound. One of them started speaking to him. "Your finally awake..." Tolran ignored the blonde Nord, he never liked Nords, they were undisciplined and barbaric, not anything like himself and the Redguards of his home. Skyrim was worse cold and dreary nothing like his home.
"What about you horse thief...." the last thing Tolran remembered was crossing into Skyrim from the northwest of Hammerfell. "I'd 'uv stollen that horse and been half way ta Hammerfell by now...."
Tolran had been ambushed by the Imperial guard at the border as he entered being accused of being a spy for the rebel Stormcloaks, the rebels of Skyrim in this continuing civil war. Tolran hadn't even considered the civil war in Skyrim when he had been sent into it, Hammerfell had it's own problems to deal with. "Watch your tounge thats Ulfric Stormcloak your speaking to..." at that statement Tolran snapped back to his surroundings looking at the stocky man next to him. "But if... that means.... where are they taking us...." Tolran knew exactly where they were headed as did the man next to him. The Imperials were going to execute them.
They approached Helgen entering the city. "Damn Thamor, should have known they would have been involved with this...." said the man in front of him, atleast Tolran and the Nords agreed on somehting a hatred of the damn elves that had caused Hammerfell so many problems as well as Skyrim. The carts stopped and the prisoners unloaded as the Imperials started calling names from the lists. The horse thief suddenly lost his mind and ran for it being shot in the back by the Imperial archers.
"Who are you?" The guard said as Tolran stepped off the cart. He gave his name and the guard looked at the captain, "He's not on the list...." "No matter" she replied "he goes to the block." "Wrong place wrong time.: The guard said "We'll make sure your remains are sent to Hammerfell." he told Tolran. General Tullius was berating Ulfric Stormcloak as Tolran approached the crowd, soon a Priestess began to give the prisoners their last rights only to be interrupted by a Stormcloak soldier.
Tolran sighed and looked around, "I guess this is my fate for being captured" he thought to himself. "I've failed my mission and my honor is gone." he decided and as he was called to the executioners block the stepped forward with only his pride left. He knelt down and looked up at the executioner when a loud roar came from the clouds and a dragon descended onto the cities wall. It let out what seemed to be a yell as the guards scrambled to attack and defend the city.
Tolran rolled to the side and stood up, Ralof the Nord from the cart called out to follow him. Tolran stood and ran, hands still bound into the now destroyed keep, He ascended the stairs and onto the roof of a nearby building not in flames, Ducking down he ran through the village avoiding the fallen bodies and burning rubble. He finally arrived in the village square. Ralof called to him to follow into the keep as did Hadvar the guard the had been taking roll of the prisoners. "Over here I'll cut you free inside...." Tolran looked at both men then up to the sky as the dragon landed next to him in the clearing, Tolran had to make his choice now.
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