[Beginning of the intro]
Ralof: Hey you... You're finally awake? You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us and that thief over there
Nathan: y-yeah I wa-
Lokir: Damn you stormcloaks, Skyrim was fine before you came along, Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you i could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell.
Lokir then looks at you
Lokir: You there, you and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these stormcloaks the Empire wants.
Nathan: Wel-
Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.
Imperial asshole: Shut up back there!
Nathan under his breath: thats what your wife said to me last week and we were still found out...
Ralof may not have known exactly what you were talking about, he chuckled cause it was makeing fun of the Imperials
Lokir: And what's wrong with him?
Nathan/Ralof: Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the True High King
Ralof speaking towards Nathan: I would've enjoyed helping you join our cause, you've got the blood of a true Nord... Say what is your name? It would be nice to know your name before we inevitably get beheaded by the exocutioner
Lokir muttering: Ulfric Stormcloak? The leader of the Rebellion? But if they captured you... Oh gods where are they takeing us?
Nathan: Names Nathan Aflero, and i would have enjoyed fighting for the cause, sadly i never got the chance to.
Ralof: I don't know where we're going but Sovenguarde awaits
Lokir: No, this can't be happening, This isn't happening!
Nathan: Hey, what village are you from, horse thief
Lokir: why do you care?
Nathan: a Nord's last thoughts should be of home
Lokir: Rorikstead, i'm from Rorikstead
Nathan: we're approaching the gates
Imperial asshole: General Tullious, sir! The headsman is waiting
General Tullis-anus: Good, let's get this over with
Nathan shouting to Tullious: HEY TULLIANUS, YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!
General Tullianus completely ignores Nathan's remark while a few of the stormcloaks ahead of them laugh at his name for Tullius
Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynarth, Akatosh. Divines. Please help me
Nathan: Thank Alduin and Umbleo. And also. Don't run from the captain and you might survive this
Lokir: Survive what?
Nathan: Just don't run from them ok?
Lokir: o-ok.
Ralof: look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him
Nathan/Ralof: Damn Elves i bet they had something to do with this
Ralof: This is Helgen. I Used to be sweet on a girl from here. wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny... When i was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel safe
Nathan: Wisdom comes with age, and some things that seemed good are viewed as bad when one gets older
A man and his child are outside watching the prisoners pull into the town
Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?
Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub
Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers
Torolf: Inside the house. Now.
[End of the Intro sequence]
Nathan: That was heartwarming, watching a father care for his sons innocence.
Ralof: aye, i can agree
Nathan: well then we're here. Other dude, just remember don't run and you will probably survive this, ok?
Lokir: y-yeah i remember
Nathan: Good Alduin is calling
Lokir: w-what?
Captain: Alright prisoners, nice and orderly
Captains assistant(?): Ulfric Stormcloak
Ulfric steps off of the carriage and walks towards the line of other stormcloaks
Captains assistant(.): Lokir of Rorikstead
Nathan whispering: Remember Lokir, don't run ok?
Loki then steps off and instead of running he too goes towards the line of stormcloaks
Nathan: good, good welldone my friend
Captains assistant(): Ralof of Helgen (or whatever he said i never paid attention)
Ralof stepped off and went towards the line of stormcloaks
Captains assistant(!): Who, are you?
Nathan: I am Nathan of the Light's Retribution born in (insert random city from Elsweyr).
Captains assistant(!): Don't worry Kajiit, we will send your remains to Elsweyr
Nathan: Thank you Nord, you will be doing me a service for doing so, even if i am your enemy.
A dragon roar from the mountain could be heard
Imperial Guard(?): What was that?
Captain: Carry on! Priest. give them their final rights.
Priest: (insert the monologue) May the eight divines gui-
Stormcloak: For the love of Talos get this over with already!
Priest slightly aggitated: as you wish
The stormcloak was then placed on his knees with his head on a chopping block and this was his final resting place
Stormcloak: YOU BASTARDS!
Nathan: If only he waited a whiel longer...
Captain: You there
She pointed at Nathan
Captain: Step forward.
Nathan made his way towards the chopping block
Nathan: We will meet again, Captain of the Imperial guard... And there we shall see who is superior, Stormcloaks Or imperials
Captain: Yeah yeah, Whatever you say Kajiit.
Nathan then placed his head on the chopping block
Nathan: in 3...
The headsman raised his axe over his head ready to end Nathan
Nathan: 2...
A dragon roar was heard cloaser than before and a dragon was seen overhead
Nathan: and a 1...
The dragon landed with enough force to break a bit of the tower off and the executioner was thrown to the ground.
(End of Part 1)
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