Chaos
Jason
He ran through the courtyard. Towards one of the castle towers near him. Others had the same thought. He got pushes to the side by another legionnaire running the same way. He ran by an archer that was shooting arrows into the sky. Jason wasn't exactly sure what he was shooting at or what was happening, but his gut told him to reach safety. He could hear the wood burn as the buildings around him caught on fire. He could hear the screaming of soldiers, men, women, and children. But right now, he had tunnel vision for the tower and the tower only. Where he could see people, soldiers and prisoners and civilians alike, funneling into it. He didn't remember there being this many people here in Helgen.
When he made it to the tower, the legionnaires were shutting the door. He barely had time to squeeze by. The person behind him wasn't as lucky though. The banging on the door could be heard throughout the first floor of the tower.
Men were arguing. Women and children crying. Soldiers trying to fortify the door and control the civilians. There were more prisoners here on this floor then there were soldiers. And Jason realized that really quick. It's going to be a blood bath. Unfortunately, not all the soldiers had the same thought. Across the room one of the prisoners, an Orc, grabbed a soldiers sword and tore it from its sheath. It then found it's way through the soldiers body after that.
Jason drew his sword as he saw the orc kill another guard. While another prisoner, a Stormcloak, picked up that dead Imperial's sword. On Jason's left, a prisoner was using his shackles to strangle the guard next to him. Immediately, Jason turned towards the stairs and broke into a run.
One of the prisoners, a Nord, decided to cut his path off. He soon found Jason's sword protruding from his back. Withdrawing his blade, Jason continued his way towards the stairs. A Stormcloak then stepped in his way and swung a sword at his head. He ducked and sweeped his sword through the Stormcloak's abdomen, slicing his left side through to the spine, almost cutting the man in half, all the while only barely slowing down.
When he made it to the stairs, he took them up three at a time. Making it to the second floor while more legionnaires rushed to the bottom. Not acknowledging any of them, Jason continued on to the top of the tower. There he found three archers shooting up into the sky. He then looked up and saw what was happening.
A dragon, black as night, as big as two mammoths, was flying through the sky. Unleashing fire onto one of the castle walls. The archers from that wall screamed as the flames engulfed them, cooking them inside their armor.
He turned around and found a table and a chest at the other end of tower. Rushing over there, he saw that on the table were some grilled leaks, fish, and two cups of mead. Sheathing his sword, he walked over to the chest, opening it once he was close enough. Inside he found an Imperial bow and a quiver of about twenty steel arrows. He strapped the quiver to his back, and gripped the bow in his hands. Then he turned and walked back to the other side of the tower where the archers were still standing.
He looked over the side of the tower and found what he was looking for. The two story building was half in flames before him. It was originally a tavern but what converted into a barracks for the soldiers since there wasn't enough room due to the hefty amount of prisoners in Helgen. The roof was entirely made of straw. Some cushion for my landing. He then walked back to the table and took a bite of the grilled leak, fish, and then a sip of the mead. That's when he heard the commotion from the stairs.
The orc that he had seen earlier emerged from the top, with an Imperial officer helmet on his head, his chest bare with blood spattered all over it. His breeches were in a similar condition. He held two Imperial swords, slick with blood from pommel to the point of the blade. A smile across his face, showing his yellow teeth that also appeared to have blood on them. A few more prisoners followed him up shortly after. The archers now faced them as well, all three with arrows nocked and ready.
The orc's smile only broadened at the sight.
"I'm am Oric", he said, "and this tower is mine."
Well then... Jason turned around and downed the rest of the mead in the first cup, then the second. To ease my fall.
When he turned back around, the first arrow was fired. It killed a Stormcloak prisoner to the right of the Orc, who then charged the archers. The second arrow hit a prisoner that was just coming up the stairs. The third flew straight towards Oric, who ducked his head at the last second causing it to fly over the tower. The archers didn't have time to fire anymore arrows, so they threw their bows down and drew their swords.
Jason, however, did have time to nock an arrow. The first person that approached him got one straight into the chest. The second person was another Stormcloak prisoner. The woman swung an axe down at him, hoping to slice him in two straight down the middle. He sidestepped and swung his bow at her head, smacking her clear across the face, which then caused her to stumble backwards. Jason had seen his opening at that moment. Ducking under her next swing, he ran past her and towards the edge of the tower. Once there, he jumped.
The straw roof came to him faster then he thought it would. When he hit it, he went straight through and onto the second story floor. When he rolled over to look at his surroundings, he realized again, that the building was on fire. Quickly, he got up, stumbling around a little bit but grabbed onto a bookshelf to steady himself. From there he found the stairs that led to the first floor, which he soon found out was not occupied. As he was looking for the door, the stairs behind him then started to collapse. As soon as he found the door, the ceiling started to collapse. So he made a break for it.
When he emerged from the building, he keeled over in an attempt to catch his breath. In front of him was a tiny puddle of water that had poured out from the water barrel next to it. Looking at his reflection, he realizes that he somehow lost his helmet, which now put his close cropped, black hair on display. With his brown eyes staring back at him, he was able to see that he had a cut running down the left side of his face, from the top of his temple to his cheek bone, which didn't look all that different from the scar across his right cheek. But the blood from the cut covered his left eyebrow in blood and the top of his cheekbone as well. He had also lost his bow and most of the arrows had fallen out of the quiver, leaving him with only five.
He must have been more in a daze then he thought he was, because the next thing he knew, someone is grabbed him by the arm. He spun around, pulling one of his fists back in order to deal some damage, but stopped short when he realizes it's only a little kid. Whose trying to tell him something but it's hard to understand him because he's crying. So Jason just tells the kid to follow him and he grabs his hand and begins running towards the castle's keep.
When they make it inside, they realize that they're not the only ones there. Just pass the main doors, there's five legionnaires, a man, and the Argonian prisoner from the courtyard.
"Dad!", the little kid yells and then runs towards the man, who quickly wraps him up in his arms.
The man looks at Jason, "I can never repay you for bringing my son back to me."
"Don't worry about it."
"Hey, who are you?", one of the legionnaires walks up to him and asks.
Eyeing him for a second, he replies "Jason, you?"
The man extends out his arm, "Hadvar"
"Great to know you're making friends Hadvar but we need to get out of here", one of the other soldiers tell him.
Hadvar turns around and starts rummaging through a corner of the room. "I know what I'm doing Berver, don't question me." The soldier looks ready to retort but Hadvar suddenly turns around and holds up a key. "Follow me gentlemen."
Without another word, all the others follow him down a corridor deeper into the keep. Jason stands there for a moment before he feels a tug on his sleeve.
"You coming with us?"
It's the little boy from earlier, the man is with him also, looking at Jason curiously.
Before anything else can transpire, the boy speaks up again. "You should come with us. You're brave and you saved me. Please come with us. Please!"
Jason just looks from the boy to his father, who just shrugs and smiles. Jason then looks back at the little boy. His blonde hair is short and dirty, his blue eyes stare up pleadingly. And he keeps saying 'please' over and over again like it's a mantra.
"Ok, I'll go with you."
The little boy smile up at him, then runs back to his father who takes his hand and leads him down the tunnel. With nowhere else to go, Jason just follows them, noticing how the little boy looks back periodically as if he'll disappear. Soon enough, they catch up to the rest of the group, who appears to be stuck at some gate.
"I thought you said the key would work."
"It will, I just have to hit the sweet spot."
"How about you just give me the key and let me do it."
"Here you go then...it's not gonna change anything just 'cuz you're doing it."
Berver takes the key from Hadvar, then proceeds to put the key in the lock and jiggle it around a bit. A loud click is heard, and then Berver twists the key, successfully unlocking the gate. He then pushes it up and walks through.
"See, you just need that magic tou-"
A sword is thrusted into his stomach, then dragged up and yanked back out. While Berver's body falls to the ground, a Stormcloak figure takes his place. Behind him are five more Stormcloaks, two to his left and three to his right. Which then puts them at six Stormcloaks versus five legionnaires, not counting the man, his son, or the Argonian. Odds in favor of the rebels. Which three of them have Imperial swords, one has an iron axe, the other having an iron mace, and the last having a long bow. The archer let loose an arrow that immediately killed a legionnaire on impact, hitting him right in the eye. Then the rest of them charged.
The first one to approach him swung his sword in a high arch, hoping to come down against Jason's shoulder. But he just stepped into the Stormcloak and grabbed the wrist holding the sword, stopping it midair. Then Jason stabbed up with his sword, cutting into his attackers head just below the jaw, which then went through his head and out the top of his skull. Pulling it out, he then faced the rest, the archer had shot another arrow into a legionnaire's shoulder, who was now fighting the Stormcloak that held the mace. Hadvar had killed one Stormcloak and was engaging another. One of the other legionnaires was dead on the floor, head lopped off. But now, the Argonian had a sword and was fighting a Stormcloak himself. Four versus four now. But he didn't have time to think about it because he was under attack again.
This one swung his axe from the bottom to the top, like an uppercut. Jason jumped back in order to dodge his swing. The axe then came down towards his right shoulder, which he blocked with his sword. What he wasn't expecting was the punch to the face. It sent him stumbling backwards, where he tripped on a loose stone in the floor and fell back. Luckily he did, because an arrow had just flew right over his head. He didn't have time to react to that because the axe was already being swung down at him. He kicked his left foot up to stop the motion of the Stormcloak's arm. Then he slashed his sword at his leg, which made contact with the knee and separated it from the leg. The rebel gave a shout of pain and then fell to the floor. Which Jason then got on his knees over him and drove his sword into his chest.
His victory was short lived though, because an arrow found a way into his left shoulder. He gave a grunt of pain and then fell over due to the impact. He looked over and saw the archer nocking another arrow aimed in his direction, so he grabbed the dead body next to him and pulled it over him, shielding him from it. He heard the thump from the arrow connecting with the body, then he glanced around the room again.
The Argonian had killed the Stormcloak and advanced on the archer, who, unfortunately for him, had shot his last arrow and pulled out his steel dagger. Hadvar had killed the other Stormcloak and was now fighting the last one who had killed the other legionnaire. The boy was hiding under a table while his father,Damn, just my luck. The arrow that had sailed over his head earlier, found purchase in the chest of the boy's father.
Of course, I cheat death and someone else pays for it.
He looked back for the archer, who was now dead on the cold stone floor, while the Argonian walked behind the last Stormcloak and stabbed him in the leg, which brought him to his knees. Hadvar then sealed the deal by stabbing into him at the top of his shoulder and through his body. Then the Argonian looked at Jason, and then the arrow sticking out from his shoulder.
"I gotta take that arrow out of you."
I know that. "I'll do it myself."
The reptile gave him a quick nod and then started taking off the armor from the archer. Hadvar noticed and didn't seem happy about it.
"What are you doing?"
Not looking back, the Argonian replied, "Putting on his armor."
"Why?", Hadvar asked.
Why else.
"This castle is filled with people who want to kill you legionnaires, and instead of me just running around with these rags on, I rather have some armor that didn't make me look like a target", was his reply.
He's smart, maybe a little too smart. Jason grabbed the shaft of the arrow that was in his shoulder. Hoping it wouldn't break, he pulled it out with a grunt. Looking at a fully intact arrow in his hand, he let out a sigh. At least I won't have an arrowhead stuck in me.
"At least you won't have an arrowhead in you."
He looked at the Argonian, who was now dressed in full Stormcloak armor except the helmet. "Thanks, I would've never known."
A smile broke across his scaled face. "Glad I can help out those in need." Then he walked down a corridor and out of their sight.
I'm might just kill that fucking lizard.
Hadvar was now changing out of his Imperial armor and into a Stormcloak's as well.
Might as well as join them. Then he reached for the dead Stormcloak next to him.