The Snowscale, Chapter 1

  • The snow seemed to sting when it hit his face as he climbed higher. He had only been climbing for a few minutes, yet it seemed like days. He knew that if he could just cross the border into Skyrim, he would be safe. The Imperial patrol that was following him was long gone, but he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He finally reached the gate to Skyrim, the gate to his freedom. The guard at the gate seemed more worried about keeping warm than helping him. It was all going perfectly, until a horseman rode passed him, almost knocking him over. "Hey, you" the guard said after seeing the horseman "You're that horse thief 'been stealing fine mares from the stables at Skingrad!" "No, you must have me confused with someone else." Said the cowardly horse thief. "It is you! You're that Lokir, from the wanted posters! You're coming with me! And you" He said pointing at the Argonian "You're that thief who tried to steal from the Emperor! Deeten Da, or somthing?" "It's Jeetum-Ja!" Shouted the Argonian "I've killed plenty of you damn Imperials, what's one more?" "Who said I'm the only one?" Just then an arrow hit Jeetum's leg, and his world went black.

    He woke up in a damp prison cell. The guard was wearing Imperial armor, the cell was made of the same kind of stone that the Imperial City's ones were made from. It was hard for him to say it, but he was still in Cyrodiil. Just then, a man came to his cell, dressed in the finest Imperial armor that he had ever seen. "Get up." He said to Jeetum "Get up now!" he said in an angry tone. "Why? What's going to happen to me?" Jeetum said in a nervous tone. "The headsman, that's what. Now get up or I'll make sure this cell will be painted with your blood!" Jeetum got up and followed the man. The building looked like the ones from Cyrodiil, But seemed smaller. They escorted him to a cart at the stables that had other prisoners on it, one seemed to be the horse thief he met at the gate. "Alright scum, get on the cart." said The man dressed in the fine armor. "Where are you taking me!" Jeetum said in an angry tone. "You're going to Helgen to be sent to...where ever it is you lizard things go when you die." "Wait, Helgen? That isn't a town in Cyrodiil." "Cyrodiil?" Cried the Imperial "You really thought you were in Cyrodiil? You lizards really are the stupidest abominations on Tamriel." "You're in Skyrim, friend." Said a fellow prisoner. "Now come on, you should get some rest."

    Jeetum woke up a few hours later in the cart, every one on it had a gloomy look to them. "Hey you. Finally awake. I thought you were going to sleep through your execution." "I shouldn't be here! I'm not a rebel! Please, just send me to prison!" Said the horse thief to the guard. "Shut up back there, It's bad enough I have to be here. I don't need you to make things worse with your pleadings." Said the guard driving te carriage. "At least you aren't being executed." The thief said. "Whose that?" Jeetum said, pointing his head to the man sitting next to him. "That's Ulfric Stormcloak, Argonian. Leader of the rebelion, and true High King of Skyrim." Said the one prisoner. "My names Ralof, by the way." "I'm Jeetum-Ja. It's a plesure to meet you." Just then the cart stopped, and all the prisoners got up. "Come on, We shouldn't keep the Gods waiting for us." Said Ralof, trying to smile. They all got up, and went to the guards waiting for them.

    "Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm" The guard said "Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead." "No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" Cried the horse thief before running off "Hlat!" Shouted the guard "Archers. Fire!." The arrow hit the thief in his back. The horse thief lay dead in the street. "Hey, you." Said the guard to Jeetum. "Who ,or what, are you?" "I am Jeetum-Ja, Argonian of Black Marsh." Said Jeetum. "Well, you're name's not on my list, but seeing as though you're here, you might aswell be executed. To the block, prisoner!" The first prisoner walked to the block, an got down on his knees. The headsman lobbed off the prisoner's head, and Ulfric walked to the block. The guard pulled his gag and said "So, Ulfric. Any last words?" "Just three." Said Ulfric, with a small smile "Al-Du-In!" He roared. A few seconds later, a large dragon flew down and in the mass-chaos the rebels and Jeetum managed to get in a small tower.

    "We need to get to the keep!" Cried Ralof. "We have wounded, we'll never make it!" Replied Ulfric. "Just leave us, if it's our time to go ;then we'll embrace the light of Sovengarde with open arms." "No" Shouted Ulfric "We won't leave any man behind!" "How many are wounded men are there?" Cried Jeetum. "There's 3 of them, why?" "I'll take one. Ralof, Ulfric, you each take one. We'll meet in the keep!" After a while they all got to the keep and took a rest. "Why...how did you sumon a dragon?" Asked  Jeetum. "It's the ancient power of the Tu'um, the Voice." Replied Ulfric "And the reason I sumoned a dragon was because it's the only shout that I know to deal with a large group of people, I'll explain it to you later. Right now we need to get these men to a healer." The keep was mostly abandoned, there where just a few guards near the torture room. After getting out of the keep, Ulfric and Ralof headed for Windhelm, while Jeetum went to the nearby town of Falkreath.

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  • WhiteW0lf20
    WhiteW0lf20   ·  November 3, 2014
    I like the nice turn you made with ulfric calling alduin