The carriage is soon drawn to the gates of Helgen, and the prisoners are given a small tour of the settlement before they're brought to the courtyard where many Imperial soldiers await them and the other prisoners.
"W-why are we stopping?" the horse thief mutters as the carriage pulls up beside the others.
"End of the line." Ralof says as the prisoners are pulled off of the carriage and into a line with an Imperial Captain and Ledger at the end of it.
Surtr looked to the side and spotted General Tullius watching with some Thalmor at his side... "Damned traitor." he found himself unconsciously muttering.
Galmar nods, "Elf lover, would sell out his kin to be pet on the head by them."
"W-wait! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" the horse thief shouts.
"Shut your mouth and face death with some pride." Galmar says, giving the man a jab with his shoulder, pushing him into the line.
The imperial captain ignores the thief's pleading, "Step towards the block when you hear your name. One at a time!"
"Empire loves their damn lists..." Ralof sneers as Ulfric's name is shouted out.
The Jarl of Windhelm moves forwards without question, giving the Captain a slight glare as he moves into position.
"You're killing a true Nord Skyrim." Galmar states as Ulfric moves.
"Shut your mouth, traitor. You'll be following him, be sure of that!" the Captain says before the ledger calls out the next person.
"Ralof of Riverwood."
Ralof moves forwards, stepping past the Imperial ledger, "Proud of yourself, Hadvar?" he says as he walks, not waiting for an answer.
The ledger, Hadvar, has to forcibly restrain himself from replying as the Captain breathes down his neck. "Next, Lokir of Rorikstead."
"N-No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" the horse thief shouts, finally losing his nerve and making a run for it, only to be tackled to the floor by the nearby Imperials. He continues to struggle until the soldiers lose their temper, driving a sword into his ribs, causing him to scream out in terror and agony as he quickly succumbs to his wounds.
"Anyone else!?" the Captain growls threateningly, prompting the ledger to continue.
Finally, it's Surtr's turn. "You, I don't know yo-Oh wait, wrong page..." Hadvar corrects himself despite his mini brain-fart. "Surtr of Stonehills."
Surtr makes his way to the rest in front of the block, finding Ulfric facing off with Tullius.
"Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you hero, but a hero doesn't use a power like the voice to murder his King and usurp his throne." Tullius pauses, as if waiting for a response that wouldn't come.
"You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos! And now the Empire is going to put you down and restore the peace!" Tullis announces.
Galmar chuckles at the side, "Arguing with a gagged and restrained man and thinking you're in the right. That's the Empire for you! Too afraid to face its actual enemies!"
"Aye!" the group of bound Stormcloak all agree, forcing the Imperials to silence them with force.
*Rooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaarrrrrr...*
No one takes notice of the strange echo that passes by, Tullius walks away and has Legate Rikke order the nearby priest to give the Stormcloaks their last right. Before they're able to begin, however, a Stormcloak steps towards the block on his own initiative. "Let's just get this over with! I haven't got all day!"
"If you wish..." the priest mutters, uncaring over whether she gives the sermon or not, stepping away to allow the execution to continue.
"My ancestors are smiling upon me Imperials! Can you say the same!?" the man says as he rests his head on the block.
*Chop!*
*Thud!*
His head is cut by the executioner's large axe and falls into the basket positioned under him.
"YOU IMPERIAL BASTARDS!" another Stormcloak exclaims as the man's death, causing the others to give similar sentiments.
"Enough! Next! The 'Warrior of Justice'." Rikke says, giving Surtr a disappointed look. "We let you go once, this is your end, I hope you're happy with your decision." she says, stepping on his back to force him into the proper position.
Surtr turns his head to look at the Stormcloaks, each of them scowling at the executioner.
"I'll be following you shortly my friend. Wait for me in Sovngarde." Galmar says with a firm, restrained expression.
Ralof nods, "It's up to the others now to save Skyrim. We can rest..."
*ROOoooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...*
"There it is again... What is it?" Hadvar mutters as another echo drifts through the area.
"T-there! What in Oblivion is that!?" another Imperial exclaims as the executioner raises his axe. Not noticing the huge black scaled beast flying towards them.
*CRAAAAASH!*
It lands heavily on the nearby tower, causing the entire town of Helgen to rumble, along with knocking the executioner over, saving Surtr from getting his haircut...
"D-DRAGON!" someone shouts as the great beast looks down at them... One brave and or stupid Imperial dared to shoot an arrow at it, the projectile bouncing off of its scales as if it'd hit a stone wall. This proves to be the catalyst for the beast to act.
"LOK YOL MAH!" the dragon roars, causing a shockwave to explode outwards, covering everything in sight while causing the clouds above Helgen to start circling ominously... Then, flaming meteors begin descending, exploding with ferocity once they strike the ground.
The winds pick up, almost becoming enough to blow a child clear off of their feet, and causing all the arrows shot by the Imperial to steer radically off course.
Everyone panics, General Tullius shouts during the chaos to kill Ulfric, but is forced to grab his men and flee when Ulfric takes the chance to run away into a nearby tower.
"MAH JOOR, ZU'U, ALDUIN LOST DAAL! HIN LEIN LOS DII!" the dragon shouts in its strange language before turning its head to the nearby buildings.
"YOL TOR SHUL!" it roars, unleashing a tidal wave of unstoppable fire from its maw, igniting most buildings in Helgen, at least, the ones which were not instantly turned to ashes. He then turns his head towards a large gathering of Imperial soldiers who were trying to escort the civilians out of the city... "FUS RO DAH!" he shots again, turning everyone caught in the subsequent shockwave to turn into red mist. Even from such a distance, his attack is utterly devastating, as if those people had been directly in front of a bullet train.
Even just being nearby the shout causes Surtr to lose consciousness, everything going black as the shout washes over him.
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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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