The warrior dragged the door shut as flames continued to engulf the unfortunate souls still out in the courtyard, I looked to the warrior, who was in conversation with the lord from earlier. "Jarl Ulfric, could the legends be true? was that really a dragon?!" the young man didn't want to believe it. "Legends don't burn down villages." the lord stated with clear conviction. "We need to move, now!" as he busied himself with the wounded, the warrior and I rushed up the stairs just to be encountered with the dragon ramming it's head through the stone wall, crushing some hapless soul attempting to clear the stairs. I held the young man back, lest he catch on fire, as the dragon preceded to bathe the hallway with flame. Evidently bored, the monster took off for more houses to destroy, the warrior, somewhat shaken motioned for me to jump down to the charred remains of the inn below, taking his word, I leaped onto the roof, rolling to break my fall, clambering down into the street below, I was met with a heart wrenching sight-a young boy, clinging to his fathers charred body, as the guard from earlier dragged him away, he motioned for me to follow. Kind or no I wasn't going back to the block. Sprinting past him, I ducked into a side alley just as the dragon touched down on the wall above me, ducking into a burning house, I crashed my way through until I stumbled into the warrior again, he was having a face off with the kind guard. They appeared to know each other, as harsh farewells were made, I followed the warrior to the keep, away from the smoke and flames. After he cut my bonds, we made our introductions. "My name is Ralof, by the way, if we make it out of here, I know a safe place." "Sigurd," I responded, "lets try these doors." As we each took to a door, I noticed corpse about my size, wearing a set of quilted mail. Ralof, noting my discovery, remarked, "You might as well take it, he won't be needing it anytime soon." It was lucky the armor was there, for as soon as I donned it, two Imperials unlocked the south door and stumbled up, one of which was the captain. "She's mine." I growled as I grabbed her by the neck and threw her down on the stone floor, breaking her spine. As her sword clattered away, I picked it up, and to be sure, pierced her heart. "Aha!" Ralof exclaimed, "I knew one of these Imps had a key!" While Ralof busied himself with the door, I searched the bodies for valuables, who knows when they could come in handy. "Got it!" Ralof crowed, for the lock was rusted and took considerable effort to open. "Trolls blood..." murmured Ralof, "a torture room!" these Imperials continue to disgust me. As we charged the room, there were two more warriors battling the legionairs, one of the torturers had a grasp on magic, and was electrocuting one of the men. The one with magic finished off his opponent and rounded on me, a sadistic grin peeling his lips, I let out a roar, which gave him pause, enough for me to ram my captured blade in his gut, I felt a red hot pain in my side, and gave the sword a cruel twist, causing the old man to drop his dagger, he shuddered, and went still. Pulling the blade out, I rounded on the other just in time to see Ralof brutally decapitate the man with a double axe swing. As we cleaned the room of supplies, Ralof kicked in a door to reveal a bridge leading to a cavern entrance, gaurded by a squad of legionaires. Ralof and I looked at each other, let off a mighty roar, and charged the shocked soldiers, cutting through two before the rest knew what had happened, I had just sliced my way through the flimsy legionaire leather, when an officer, in full steel battledress approached me with sword and shield, realizing the dull, notched sword I had couldn't pierce his armor, I opted for an alternate strategy. As I led him to a small pool of oil, I drug my sword across the floor, catching the oil with a spark, the hapless officer, realizing what I had done, let out a scream of terror as flames engulfed him instantly, the armor that had once shielded him, now served as an oven, cooking him to a crisp. With the soldiers dead, we made our way down a path, cutting through spiders, and a bear, the latter we took by surprise with a bow,soon after that Ralof managed to find a narrow crevass that led outside. We had survived the dragon, for now.
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