Skyrim - Cry of a Revolution

Chapter 2

“General Tullius the Henchmen is waiting,” A soldier said as they passed and as they moved further into Helgen to go past the Keep.

“Henchmen?!” The Khajiit and Wood Elf practically yelled when they heard the men say Henchmen.

“What did you expect them to do? Give you a sword and some mead and to let us all go? This is the Thalmor and the Imperials that we are talking about,” The Dark Elf said as she looked over to the Henchmen who was near the Keep and the gates leading out of Helgen. The two other carriages had already pulled up and had Nord’s filing out of them to stand in front of a female soldier and some of the male soldiers who were each holding a checklist and a quill.

The Nord, Argonian and Dark Elf stood once it had come to a stop and pulled both the Khajiit and the Wood Elf to stand up as well while they all came off of the carriage. The Wood Elf and the Khajiit both shook where they were while the Argonian, Nord and the Dark Elf all seemed at ease with the situation at hand. The man before them looked at them all sceptically as they gave him dirty looks and he returned it with an equally nasty look.

“Polaris Luna-Song of Whiterun,” The man said as the Nord stepped forward. She looked at him giving him a dirty look.

“Having fun working for the invader’s Ralof?” She asked as she passed him and moved over to where the other prisoners were.

“Shadow March of Falkreath,” Ralof said as the Argonian stepped forward and walked past him sticking her tongue out to sniff the air.

“By Sithis and the Hist I hope you die a painful death at one of my brother’s or sister’s hands,” She said as she continued to walk forward over to where the Nord known as Polaris was.

“Locket Serpentine of Riften,” Ralof said as the Dark Elf walked forward and chuckled darkly.

“My, my, my, you look like you carry so many valuables that I could take all for myself,” The Dark Elf said as she moved over towards the others where they were standing with the others and now a priestess.

“Jondeir of Winterhold,” Ralof said as the Wood Elf moved forward keeping her head down as she made her way over to the others.

“And, who are you?” Ralof asked as the Khajiit looked around at the tavern where people had started to come to view the scene.

“My name is Kesh. I am part of a Khajiit Caravan, but they left me here in Skyrim for some reason,” The Khajiit said as the female officer walked over.

“You picked a bad time to try to come into Skyrim friend. Captain this one isn’t on the list. What should we do with her?” The man called Ralof asked the woman who had walked over to see what the delay had been.

“She goes to the block as well,” The woman said in an affirmative voice as if she was exerting her power.

“I am sorry prisoner to the block; I will make sure your remains are returned to Elsweyr,” Ralof said as the Khajiit looked over towards the other prisoners that were standing before the chopping block.

“But I’m innocent. I only took a couple of flowers when I was on the side of the road you dick,” Kesh said as she was pushed along to the other prisoners.

“Move prisoner!” The female guard yelled as Kesh started to walk forward. She hissed under her breath when she was pushed into the Nord known as Polaris, getting the scent of dog caught in her nose.

“Watch it Khajiit,” Polaris said as she straightened herself up.

“Sorry,” Kesh said pitifully as she bowed her head and stood next the Wood Elf known as Jondeir.

“Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm. You murdered the High King of Skyrim and now the Empire is going to put you down,” The man referred to as General Tullius said as the man who was gagged tried to talk.

“What the hell is a Jarl?” Kesh the Khajiit asked as both Polaris and Shadow March snickered at her.

“A Jarl owns a large amount of land given to him by the Empire. In this case however Ulfric Stormcloak is the Jarl of Windhelm and he leads a rebellion against the Empire,” Locket said as General Tullius moved back to show a priestess.

“As we commend your souls to Oblivion, may blessings of the eight divines be upon-“

“For the love of Talos can you just shut up and get this over with,” A rebel said interrupting the priestess and moving forward to the henchmen and the block.

“As you wish,” The priestess said as she moved away back towards General Tullius.

“My ancestors are smiling at me Imperials. Can you say the same?” The rebel said as he was pushed to the ground by the Henchmen.

The Henchmen stood back from the rebel as he brought up his scythe and brought it down to cut off the man’s head from his body. His body became limp and the Henchmen pushed it down from the block onto the ground as his head rolled around in the box which was on the ground covered in blood.

“You Imperial bastard’s!” One of the Stormcloak women said as she watched the Henchmen kick his body.

“Death to the Stormcloak’s!” Another women’s voice shouted out which came in the direction of the tavern.

“As noble in death as he was in life,” One of the other Stormcloak rebels said as the Imperial female officer stepped over his body and near the group of people.

“Next, the cat in the rags,” The woman said as Kesh looked around the area.

“To the block prisoner. Nice and easy,” The male Stormcloak soldier said as Kesh moved forward slowly not wanting to go over to where the henchmen was waiting.

“Um there’s a dead body here. Can’t you at least clean up slightly before you make me go down there,” Kesh asked as she was forced to her knees and to have her head placed on the block.

The henchmen lifted his scythe as a loud screech was heard in the sky and a dragon appeared on top of the keep.  The Henchmen didn’t see that there was a large black dragon behind him as he continued to lift his scythe.

“What in Oblivion is that?!” A man shouted from somewhere near the tavern.

“Sentry’s what do you see?” The female commander said not paying attention to the dragon which just landed and was about to attack.

“Uh there’s a dragon behind you,” Kesh said as the Henchmen looked at her funnily.

“No there’s not now take you punishment like a man and shut up,” The Henchmen said as he was knocked to the ground dropping his scythe away from where Kesh’s neck was and landing on the ground with a solid thud.

“Dragon!” A woman screamed from nearby with the soldiers running around with their swords drawn.

“Come on the Imperials won’t give us another chance Polaris!” A man yelled as Locket pulled Kesh up and pushed her forward following the others.