Robin Smith: a Skyrim Story

Unbound Part 3

We made a right and came to an open corridor. I peered through the dust to see a couple of Imperial soldiers standing a short distance away from us. Hadvar ran up beside me and waved, shouting, "Hey!"

The soldiers only had time to glance in our direction before a boom echoed and dirt began to crumble from the ceiling.

"Get back!" Hadvar shouted. We dove for cover as the ceiling collapsed in on itself, blocking the path that was open just a few seconds ago.

Hadvar snarled. "Damn, that dragon doesn't give up easy."

I grunted in agreement and looked around for an alternative. Thankfully, there happened to be a door right beside us. I pointed at it, walked up to it and pushed it open. Hadvar followed not far behind.

I groaned quietly as I heard more rebels. Just our luck.

"What are you doing?!" one of them exclaimed. "We need to get out of here!"

The other retorted, "The Imperials have potions in here. We're going to need them."

The former sighed.

Little did he know that two warriors were approaching before it was too late.

~battle skip~

I backstabbed our last offender. Yanking the sword out of his flesh and looking down at the bloody mess at my feet, I felt excitement course through me. Don't get me wrong; I didn't necessarily enjoy murdering people, but it was a lot less mortifying than I had expected.

"Guess they got what was coming to them," Hadvar commented.

I just nodded as both sheathed their swords.

Hadvar looked around. "An old store-room," he observed. "See if you can find some potions. Might come in handy."

I went over to the barrel one of the soldiers was once investigating as Hadvar went to wait at the next door.

Inside the barrel, I found potions. There were three bottles: a blue one labeled "restore magica", a green one labeled "restore stamina", and a red one labeled "restore health". I held up the green bottle and lightly shook it, hearing a considerable amount of liquid slosh around inside. Satisfied, I put them in the traveling bag that had come with my armor.

I went up to Hadvar and proclaimed, "we're done here."

"Then let's get moving," Hadvar replied. We did just that.

As we descended another staircase, there were sounds of yelling, clashing metal, and lightning.

"The torture room...Gods, I wish we didn't need these," Hadvar sighed solemnly as we reached the bottom of the stairs. We pulled out our swords for a third time and aided two men, dressed in Imperial armor, who were being assaulted by yet more Stormcloak soldiers.

Once I put the last victim out of his misery, the older-looking Imperial man spoke. "You fellows happened along just in time. These boys seemed a bit upset about how I've been...entertaining...their comrades."

Hadvar brushed the jest aside and exclaimed, "Don't you even know what's going on? A dragon is attacking Helgen!"

The torturer snorted in disbelief. "A dragon? Please. Don't make up nonsense."

I smirked at the torturer's ignorance. If he wasn't coming, he was most likely dead.

"Although," the torturer pondered, "I did hear some odd noises coming from over there." He pointed down a hallway.

I ignored the rest of their bantering in favor of a small table. There was a knapsack and an iron dagger. However, what caught my attention was a black book marked with the symbol of a dragon. I picked it up and opened it to the first page. The Book of the Dragonborn.

"Interesting," I muttered to myself and pocketed the book. If I ever got out of this hellhole, I might actually read that book.

I cast off my clunky sword in favor of the dagger (much more to my preference) and looted the knapsack. Neat! There were lock picks inside.