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Kapitel 469: Tutorial?

Surtr comes to amidst screams of terror and pain, he didn't know how long he'd been unconscious but it must've been only a few seconds considering the state of the place. Most of the buildings were now on fire, barring the stone towers and walls, though, even those looked ready to crumble and collapse under the continued assault of the legendary beast.

"H-Hey! Surtr! Come on we need to get out of here quick!" Ralof says while crouching behind some nearby stone rubble to hide from the dragon's sight.

Surtr ignores the throbbing pain in the centre of his skull and lifts his head from the bloody chopping block, momentarily thanking the gods for saving him from having his head cut.

Once up, he and Ralof sprinted to the nearby tower that seemed to be completely empty, aside from the corpses of an Imperial and a Stormcloak who had inflicted lethal wounds to one another.

"Gods! It's a real God's damned dragon!" Ralof mutters while catching his breath, the man seemed to have a large gash on his side which may have been fatal had he not been wearing his Stormcloak leather armour.

The Imperials must've wanted them executed while wearing it to make a statement or something akin to it... Surtr wished he still possessed his plate armour right about now... Ignoring that, he focused on the situation and quickly realised that Ralof must've abandoned everyone else in his attempt to save him...

"Ralof, where is Ulfric and Galmar?" he hurriedly asks, not wanting the potential saviour of Skyrim to die in the belly of a Dragon, or with a blade in his back by a sneaky Imperial.

Ralof shakes his head, "They escaped while I tried to wake you, I suspect they ventured into the fortress for cover but there'll be a small army of Imperials down there... We must find a way to help!"

Surtr nods, deciding to thank his saviour another time, preferably once they were out of the range of a dragon's maw. He looks to the door and is about to try and peek to get a view of the outsides, but stumbles backwards when the whole thing bursts into flames.

He and Ralof barely make it to the stairs when the dragon's flaming breath breaks through, glassing the entire first floor of the tower and rendering them both sweating messes. Both because it was now an ungodly temperature, and because they were almost both fried...

"Look there! We can jump to the opposite roof and make a dash for the fortress!" Ralof says as they both quicken their paces.

*CRAAASH!*

Only to pause as the dragon's head crashes through the stone wall of the tower, its beady crimson eyes bearing down on the duo like a god of judgement. "SAHLO JUL." it growls, its very breath heating the insides of the tower and making it almost unbearable to withstand.

Surtr glances to the side and sees Ralof frozen in place, seemingly unable to move under the glare of the beast.

Seeing this, Surtr decides to take action, grabbing a shard piece of stone rubble with his bound hands and attempting to stab it into the dragon's eye. It hits, mostly due to its head being locked in place via the hole it'd created... It doesn't do any damage however, its eye seemingly as hard as the stone he'd used as a weapon.

He does accomplish making it flinch however, its instinctive reaction to protect its eyes works in the duo's favour. With its head retracted from the tower, Surtr grabs Ralof and hurriedly pulls him up the stairs and towards the other hole leading to the next rooftop.

*ROOOAAAAAAAARRRR!*

A fire breath bellows from the now enraged dragon, singing some of the two men's hair as they leap from the now thoroughly scorched tower.

They land on a burning building's roof and fall through its weakened wood, causing them to land heavily on the first floor with a thud... Surtr pulls Ralof to his feet and slams his shoulder into a blackened part of the wall, burning him slightly as he crashes through it and out of the building. All while ignoring the scorched corpses of a woman and her child who'd been unable to escape the cataclysm.

"Come on Ralof, that dragon'll be on us if we don't move!" Surtr exclaims, bringing Ralof back to his senses as both glance over their shoulders at the dragon which was still breathing fire into the tower, literally causing parts of it to melt and turn to molten stone.

Faster than Surtr thinks he's even run before, he and Ralof reach the entrance of the fortress, only to be stopped as someone calls out to them.

"Ralof! You damned traitor! You won't escape, even as that beast tears this place apart!" Hadvar, the Imperial ledger exclaims as some of his allies run to the side door of the fortress.

"You won't capture us again, Hadvar! Mark my words, retribution will come!" Ralof angrily retorts.

Hadvar growls but doesn't dare try to start fighting while out in the open and at the mercy of the dragon, he instead looks to Surtr, "You! Come with me and I promise you'll be forgiven for your crimes!"

Surtr's eyes widen in bafflement, "You just tried to cut my god damned head off! Are you soft in the skull, Imperial!?" he exclaims, but doesn't get an answer as the dragon flies overhead, forces both groups to rush through their respective entrances.

Ralof slams the large wooden door closed behind them, making sure to drop the locking bar into place to reinforce it even further. "We're alive!... How are we alive!?" he exclaims, seemingly shocked by the fact that he'd locked eyes with a dragon and escaped in one piece. "And you!... You're a madman! A Talos damned, madman!... Thank you my friend!" he laughs while grabbing Surtr in a hug, all the fear bleeding out of him as Surtr uncomfortably accepts its gratitude.

"Now help me get rid of these bindings! We'll need to fight our way through the Imperials to find Ulfric and Galmar!"

Ralof nods, "At least you've got your priorities straight! I'm still trying to figure out if up's not down..." he shakes his head before getting to work.


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Kapitel 470: Route to Freedom

Surtr and Ralof make their way through the fortress, killing any Imperial that gets in their way, while also freeing those that were being tortured and interrogated underground. With replenished troops, it isn't difficult to eliminate the remaining Imperials that were taking refuge in the fortress...

Unfortunately, they hadn't managed to find Ulfric or Galmar, meaning that they were captured, dead, or managed to escape through some other way.

Surtr and the other Stormcloak run through a large hallway with a drawbridge near the end of it which allowed a stream of water to run under it. They all stop however as they spot another Imperial force running in their direction, led by General Tullius, Legate Rikke, and the Thalmor they had with them.

"Tullius! You'll regret making enemies of Skyrim! Nothing will stop us from putting your head on a pike!" Ralof growls as he readies himself for combat.

Tullius sneers back, "Skyrim belongs to the Empire! You dogs of Ulfric wouldn't understand the situation of Tamriel even if I tried to explain it to you!"

"General, stop conversing with these savages, we need to escape." the robed Thalmor remarks.

Tullius nods, "Yes, but first we'll get rid of them before they can strike at our backs. Men, kill them!" he commands, only for the charge of the Imperial soldiers to be cut off as the ceiling collapses, burying the drawbridge and cutting the hallway in half, separating the two groups.

Surtr looks up at the hole in the ceiling, spotting the dragon looking down towards where the Imperials were. "Ralof, ignore Tullius, we need to go!" he says, leading the Stormcloaks through an alternative exit that may or may not bring them to freedom.

Thankfully, after killing some Frostbite spiders and a larger than average bear, the group found the exit, only to be forced to duck and hide in cover as the dragon flies by overhead. It hadn't noticed them, but it was more than enough to scare them still for a while.

"N-No! It's headed for Riverwood!" Ralof utters in horror, scared for the safety of his friends and family that lived there.

Surtr rests a hand on Ralof's shoulder, "Even if we sprinted there we wouldn't make it in time. That's a day's travel on horseback..." he solemnly says. He also left unsaid the fact that they'd be useless even if they were there... What could they do against a beast like that? A beast which could smash its face through stone walls and act completely unbothered... A beast that steel literally bounced off of, with even its eyes harder than stone.

"B-but..." Ralof starts but trails off, "No, you're right... Their fate is in the Divine's hands now." he looks to the other Stormcloaks, "You all, make your way to Windhelm and search the roads for Ulfric if you have the chance. I'll head to Riverwood and catch up with supplies... Surtr, you come with me." he says, or more like orders as everyone quickly departs, not wanting to wait around for the dragon to return.

"Shouldn't I head with the others? I'm basically a Stormcloak now..." Surtr asks as he and Ralof begin walking towards Riverwood.

Ralof shakes his head, "You're not widely recognised as a Stormcloak yet, meaning you can do what I cannot... I need you to go to Whiterun and tell Balgruuf about the dragon. I would if he hadn't made his allegiances clear, but I'd rather not have a second chance at the chopping block." he explains.

Surtr frowns in slight confusion, "Wouldn't you want Whiterun to be unprepared for the dragon if it's under Imperial control?"

"No, this isn't just about Skyrim's independence anymore, it's about survival. That beast wasn't even trying and it tore apart Helgen like it was nothing. What if there's more? What if they decide to start waging war against Man like in the legends of old? No, we need to work together if we're to survive through whatever this is." he says, looking sure that the worst has yet to come.

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*SHIIIING!*

Michael lets out a sigh as soon as he respawns, he couldn't even begin to speculate how many times he'd died, but he knew for certain that it was way more than he wanted.

Dagon had soon gotten bored of just instantly crushing him in favour of more 'creative' techniques... Tying him down and having him devoured by lesser Daedra, dealing small cuts until he eventually bled out, inserting molten magma into his open chest cavity, the list goes on and on.

To be honest, Michael had gotten bored of the whole charade... Pain wasn't really a factor that affected him much anymore. Sure, it was annoying, but 'effective', not really. If he was to put it into words, he'd say that the tortures were akin to a mosquito bite in his old world...

Shaking his head, he looks around for his captor, wondering why he was taking so long this time... Usually, Mehrunes Dagon already had him in restraints while inflicting a newly thought up torture.

Still, the fact that the god hadn't yet appeared was a boon in of itself... Shaking his head, he manifests his Book of Legends and decides to put a plan he'd thought up into action. While he had no chance against Dagon, that didn't mean that no one else did.

From his inventory, he pulls out the Skeleton Key, Ebony Blade, Azura's Star, and the Vessel of the Hunt. Each was a Daedric Artifact belonging to their respective Daedric Prince that Michael had basically stolen and hidden within his Book.

What purpose did this serve? Well... He'd gotten the idea when he thought back to the rules of the Hunt. Where it was made clear that any Artifact collected by a Champion would become their Patron's by right... Meaning, that they couldn't track it, couldn't summon it, couldn't alter it, and wouldn't be able to reclaim it without either dealing for it, or claiming it via conquest.


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