PRELUDE
In a peaceful village called Helgan there was no trouble no danger and no conflict but that was about to change. The gates of Helgan opens coming through it was a carriage full of captured Stormcloaks readied to get executed. But there was one person on that carriage who was not a Stormcloak but understands them. He belives in a golden Empire that was onces ruled by Tiber Septim not the corrupted one now. A Breton scholar. although he doesn't know it yet... his life was about to change forever. The carriage stopped and the stormcloaks came stepping down from it knowing their fates two imperials walked towards them. One of them was an officer wearing a metal plated imperial armor the other that was holding the list of names was Hadvar.
Officer:"step towards the block when we call your name one at a time."
Hadvar: "Ulfric Stormcloak Jarl of windhelm."
Hearing his name the muffled leader made his way to the block.
Ralof:"it has been an honor Jarl Ulfric."
Hadvar: "Ralof of riverwood."
Ralof also joined Ulfic to the block.
Hadvar: "Lokir of Rorikstead."
shaking with fear Lokir made a run for it hoping he would escape but was shot by an archer.
Officer:"Anyone else feel like running?"
Hadvar: "wait... you there step forward."
The Breton stepped forward.
Hadvar: "who are you?
Breton: "My name is Richard... and has anyone mentioned that everyone hates you including you mum?"
Officer:"what." whimpering a bit.
END OF PRELUDE
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