Reborn in Tamriel: SKYRIM

Chapter 2: Escaped

Hadvar walked towards the other side and entered throuh there while the other three entered through the opposite side of Hadvar's. Upon entering, a dead stormcloak laid on the floor. Ralof looked at the corpse sadly. Marvous took the dead nord's axe. After waiting in the room for a few minutes, Hadvar came through the wooden door with the female captain from before and another soldier.

The captain was about to unsheathe her sword when Hadvar spoke.

"So, it seems that we're all here. Now, what's the plan, Marvous?"

He asked eyeing Marvous making the Imperial captain look confused.

"Hadvar, they're stormcloaks. Why aren't we killing them yet?"

She asked annoyed. Marvous glared at the captain.

"Because I can kill everyone here if I so ever desired."

He said darkly. The captain twitched in annoyance.

"Is that a threat?"

She said mockingly. Marvous, however, was already out of sight before appearing behind the captain with his axe on her throat. He darkly replied a "Yes." in her ear. He let go of the captain and sheathed his weapon making the captain's legs shake and the others' spine shiver then walked in front of the iron door.

"Now that that's out of the way,"

he started.

"We'll head towards the lower storage area of the keep. Do not kill until the third swing of their weapon. Try to talk to them and block three incoming attacks. If they refuse to listen, show them no mercy. A dog that doesn't listen will be left in the rain. Am I understood?"

He asked in a demanding manner which can very much be respected by everyone. Their eyes were glimming with respect for the young nord. He turned around and looked at the iron door.

"Does anyone have the key?"

He asked the group. The captain raised her hand and threw the key at him. He opened the door and walked down when suddenly, the stone ceiling collapsed. The group entered the door to their left where they met two Imperial soldiers. The two were about to unsheathe their weapons when they spotted the captain. The two gave a salute.

"Listen."

She ordered them.

"We're at a temporary truce until the dragon crisis has been resolved or until we reach our headquarters. Are we clear?"

The two looked at each other before nodding. Marvous walked towards the corner of the room where his satchel was placed. Luckily, nothing was taken. He put it on and a flame revealing his family crest was inscribed on his satchel.

Upon seeing this, the female captain looked in shock. Marvous noticing this expression, he smirked a deadly smirk. He walked towards the front of the group and opened the next door leading to the torture room. A fight can be heard echoing.

"Stop this fight no matter what. We need all the help we can get."

Marvous ordered and the others followed. The stormcloaks rushed towards the fighting stormcloaks and the Imperials rushed towards the fighting Imperials. After the fight died down, Marvous walked in the middle of the room.

"As of now, the World-Eater is outside ravishing the village. I give you two options. One is to follow me and live to see tomorrow or..."

He paused looking at their faces waiting for the second option.

"I'll leave you here and die worthlessly with no word for your family and friends. Choose wisely."

After a few moments of debate, they all decied on the first option Marvous gave.