Chapter III

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Level 1

Health: 95
Magicka: 105
Stamina: 100

I place any other items I could fit under the weight limit into my inventory with feelings of excitement, but am unfortunately reminded of the potential blood bath next to me, Hadvar and Ralof are still arguing after all that time I spent learning about my abilities.

Hadvar: Everything was starting to finally be peaceful but then all you Stormcloaks had to muck it all up!

Ralof: Like we would ever subject ourselves to the tyranny of the Thalmor! Just cause you like it up the ass from them doesn't mean our freedom should be taken!!

Alright I had enough of this, I grab a sword near me and throw it between Ralof and Hadvar who stops their argument, turning their heads to me almost in perfect unison.

Alexander: Listen up you two. Take it from someone not even from your damn country, I could care less about the Concordat, the Thalmor, or even Talos. Right now we have a damn flying fire breathing death machine outside ready to tear our bones to oblivion, and this building with it! Unless you wanna wait here and die because you are all too stubborn, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FOLLOW ME DOWN TO THE KEEP!!!

The two stare at me and pause, shit, did I screw up? Was it cause I mentioned Talos? Am I going to have to kill them if they turn hostile??

A ring can be heard and my speech leveled up to 23, Hadvar and Ralof take deep breaths after looking at each other and shake each others hands. Then walk up to me.

Ralof: Fine, we'll  swallow our prides for now.

Hadvar: You've saved us, so we'll trust you friend.

I smile at the both of them and pat their shoulders, then walk up to the chain to open the doorway.

Alexander: Good, for right now we need to find another way out of the keep. We'll need to be careful from here. So grab any swords or weapons and let's get moving. Hadvar you will cover these guys at the back while Ralof and I lead the pack. They both nod and get themselves in position, but before we move Lokir taps my shoulder.

Lokir: What can I do? I want to help if I can.

Right...I keep forgetting he's here. I'm so used to him dying. I don't know what to do, Lokir wasn't really meant to be alive so I don't know what he's good at. I grab the extra imperial armor I carried and give it to him along with an extra sword.

Alexander: wear these for now since you'll need the protection, and help Vilfrid carry Torolf.

Lokir nods and we all go through the keep. Upon entering a large room we are met with two extra Stormcloak soldiers who thankfully weren't immediately hostile because Ralof was here with us, albeit they were on edge with Hadvar.

Alexander: We don't need to fight, please for now let's forget about what sides we're on and survive.

They both nod and put their weapons down. Before leaving I spot the corpse of a Stormcloak soldier. Ralof kneels down to him and looks over the body sad.

Ralof: Safe trip to Sovngarde Gunjar.

I take a close look at Gunjar and notice the weapons he had on him, which looked a little strange to me.

Alexander: Ralof do you mind if I take his weapons off him? No disrespect, but it'll prove more useful in the long run to us.

Ralof nods and backs away. Before taking his weapon I look at the corpse. Even before all this happened, this is the first time I've ever seen a dead body, and living in a world like this, I'll have to kill people too, otherwise I'll end up like this guy. I place my hand on the corpse's shoulder and close my eyes.

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