The Raiders
Bryckon
When he saw the dragon, he ran. There was nothing else for him to do and he didn't feel like dying. So he ran to the tower and made it there with time to spare. After him, only a two more people made it in. Both of them Legionnaires. Well just my luck. But that was when the Orc had attacked. Driving his sword through both those guards gave him enough time to strangle the one next to him with his shackles and then take his sword. He was about to kill the other next to him, but when he turned around he wasn't there anymore. So, he killed the next one that came at him.
He did it rather quickly too. Which kind of made him upset. The guard had come at him and stabbed his sword towards his stomach. Bad mistake. Bryckon had brought his sword down on the guards wrist, severing his hand from the rest of him. On Bryckon's next swing, the guard lost his head.
When he surveyed the scene before him, the Orc had just killed the last soldier. By ripping his throat out with his teeth. Now that was a sight. The guards blood splatter all over the Orc's mouth and on his bare chest. Even more blood spilled on him when the guard fell forward grabbing at the Orc like it would save his life. All he managed to do was bloody the Orc more, who didn't seem to mind in the slightest bit. There was about twenty of them left, seven Stormcloaks and thirteen prisoners. Bryckon and the Orc were obviously prisoners. Easily noticeable by the rags both of them wore. Only eight of the survivors were armed with swords, and two Stormcloaks had bows. That's when they heard the pounding of feet.
Looking to the stairs, Bryckon saw the amount of legionnaires running down. That's gotta be about twenty of them.
Their captain was leading them down the stairs, taking in the scene before them. His face warped into one of anger, and he looked at them with hatred radiating from his being.
"You're all gonna die painfully!"
A laugh bursted forth from the Orc at that. Then the Orc smiled and looked straight at the captain and said, "I'm gonna kill this one first."
And he did not disappoint.
The Orc charged the captain, who was either stupid or brave enough to challenge him too and ran at him. The captain swung his sword from the right to the left in a diagonal arch. The Orc was faster though. Swinging his own sword and meeting him midair but not making contact with the other blade. He sliced the captains right hand off about halfway up his forearm, then the Orc swung down at his other side, chopping of his left arm at the shoulder. Then he grabbed his helmet, yanked it off the captions head, and wrapped his meaty hands around his face. He then proceeded to gouge his eyes out while the man screamed, and until he stopped screaming. He stopped screaming because his skull had caved in due to the pressure from the Orc's grip, which caused his head to practically explode. Then after he dropped the body, he picked up the captains helmet and put it on. Then he grabbed his sword as well, looking towards the rest of the soldiers piled at the bottom of the stairs. And he gave them a huge, blood toothed grin.
"Who's next?"
This caused the remaining soldiers to charge at him. Which then entitled the prisoners to meet them with their own charge. More people died. Mostly the soldiers did. The Orc killed the first three that met him in combat in rapid succession. Not a single one standing a chance. The first one was slashed from hip to shoulder, falling shortly after. The second then had his stomach opened up with one slice, spilling his guts out for all to see. The last had his face bashed in with the pommel of the Orc's sword, then he was decapitated a moment later, his armored head rolling of his shoulders and to the floor. Bryckon did his fair share of killing too.
The first soldier that challenged him had his left leg chopped off at the knee, then his right arm at the elbow, then was left there to scream and bleed out. The next one got a sword through the gut and out the back. The next guard he came across had surveyed his surroundings before throwing his sword down and getting to his knees in an attempt at surrendering. Bryckon didn't like that at all. Coward. Bryckon answered his surrender with a sword through the chest, looking as the soldiers eyes filled with fear and pain. Then the light from those eyes slowly drained away as he withdrew his sword, the dead body now falling over to the floor. After, Bryckon looked at what else was going on.
The ground was littered with dead Imperials. Prisoners and Stormcloaks picking up the dead's weapons while some prisoners took armor from the bodies. The Orc had a look of bliss across his face as he stared at the bodies around them, then at his own body which was soaked in their blood. He then proceeded up the stairs and onto the second floor while the prisoners followed him without hesitation. Bryckon following shortly after.
When they got to the second floor it was empty. Not a single person was there. What was there was some food and mead. Which they immediately dug into.
"Not yet."
Everyone froze at the Orc's command. Who then looked from prisoner to prisoner, then towards the stairs leading to the top of the tower. Not looking away from the stairs he said, "We need to secure the tower."
Then he ran up the stairs. After a second the prisoners began to hustle after them.
I don't know why. There can't be anyone else up there. Then Bryckon sat down at one of the tables, grabbing a honeycomb off of the plate and shoving it in his mouth, chasing down with a cup of mead. He looked around again to realize he was the only one who stayed down here. That's when he heard yelling and commotion from the floor above him. Then he saw a body of a prisoner roll down the stairs. Shoving a grilled leek in his mouth, he got up from the chair he was seated in and made a dash up the stairs. He made it there in time to see a legionnaire jump off the side of the tower. What in oblivion...
He then looked around the top floor to see a few dead prisoners and dead Imperials. He walked by a Stormcloak that was holding her nose that appeared to have blood gushing out of it. That's definitely broken.
He walked up to one of the prisoners that he knew before all this anarchy started. "Aye, Khijari, what happened up here?"
Khijari was a Khajiit prisoner that was stuck here before Bryckon came to Helgen. He was arrested for thievery and for murder. He constantly talked about some Thieves Guild in Riften that he was apparently a part of. No one really believes him and of the few that do, they claim that he's not good enough for the group. He claims he was the best there ever was. Until they betrayed him. According to him, he was selling skooma that he would steal from the Khajiit caravans that would travel across Skyrim. The Thieves Guild and the caravans had pacts and agreements that would not allow them to impact each others businesses. And Khijari didn't understand that stealing would ruin the caravans business. So, according to him, the guild set him up on a mission that was destined to fail. Which it did. Which is how he ended up getting caught. The murder part was for the Riften guard he killed in his attempt at escape. That's why he was in Helgen, him and Bryckon becoming fast friends in Bryckon's first months here.
"Well isn't it my favorite Stormcloak!"
"I'm not a Stormcloak, I'm just a Nord."
Khijari shot him a wink at that. "Nowadays what's the difference?"
He also thought that every Nord was a Stormcloak. Which has gotten other prisoners tortured and questioned because the guards would hear him call them such and believe they were Stormcloaks. After a couple beat downs for it, Bryckon was only apart of one of them, he would only call Nords Stormcloaks in private. But, like he said, there wasn't that much of a difference between the two.
"Not much honestly", Bryckon replied.
"And with that blonde hair and those blue eyes, you sure do look the part!"
"Alright I get it. But what happened up here?"
"Well, ya see, the Orc over there, whose name is Oric by the way, decided he's king of the tower. Then we killed the remaining guards."
"I don't remember you killing a single one of them, thief." That was another one of the prisoners here at Helgen. Another Nord whose name was Davgar. He was here for murder as well. Only he killed the man his wife was cheating on him with. He also killed his wife as well. His red hair was cut short to where it framed his face, and his green eyes narrowed at the Khajiit before them questioningly.
"Well that was because I was supervising your work my dear Dagger", he replied with a wink.
"Davgar", the man growled.
"I know", the feline replied with a smile and another wink.
Just before Davgar could strangle him they were called over by the King of the tower himself.
"You three, come here." Khijari leaped of the table he was sitting on without hesitation and made his way over to the Orc. Bryckon and Davgar hesitated some before relenting and doing to same. "How long have you three been in this prison."
It didn't even sound like he was asking a question of them. So Bryckon wasn't going to answer him, it didn't appear Davgar was going to either. But Khijari didn't hesitate for a moment. "Three years."
Then the Orc looked to the cat's right at Bryckon, raising his eyebrow when he didn't answer right away. It took a nudge from the Khajiit next to him to get his answer out. "A year and five months."
He then turned his attention to Davgar, who Bryckon knew wasn't going to answer him. Davgar was a very prideful person and didn't take well to insult. Not only was he prideful but he was big as well, and equally able to defend his pride if it need be. Realizing he wasn't getting an answer, the Orc stepped up to Davgar, coming face to face with the Nord. They were the same height, both around seven foot. Both were built and could easily kill a man with their bare hands. He's even seen Davgar bend one of the cell bars when one of the guards made a remark about the Nord's daughter, who lived in Riverwood. Bryckon then tensed up sensing that there might be a fight starting soon. Apparently Khijari thought the same because he answered for him.
"He's been here three months."
Still standing in each others faces, he saw the Orc smile. Then take a step back sizing up Davgar as if examining him.
"You know what Nord, I like you", Oric said, "what's your name?"
"Davgar."
"Well Davgar, I'm going to make you my second-in-command." At that all three of them had a look of surprise across their faces.
"Second-in-command?", Davgar questioned.
"Yes, and I need two captains, since you know these people more then me, any suggestions?"
"Actually, yeah I do, these two right here", he replied with a tilt of his head.
"Why these two?"
"Bryckon's a Nord and knows these lands well like me. He was also apart of a group led by Hajvarr Iron-Hands. It's a bandit group that stays at the White River Watch by Whiterun. A good bandit group too."
This caused the Orc to look at Bryckon. "Is this true."
"Yes it is. It's a good group with a good hangout. A hangout that's filled with goods from previous raids. It also has a good view of Whiterun, the White River, and the roads around it."
"Not bad, we may have to pay them a visit then. Whatabout the other one."
"The feline was apart of the Thieves Guild in Riften and-", he was cut off by the Orc who took a threatening step towards Khijari.
"I share no love for thieves", he growled out.
"Me either but he's good at what he does. Probably the best thief I know. He's also good at getting information, that's how we knew the prisoner caravans where coming here to begin with. Trust me when I say he's a good pick. It'll also be better if he's with us then someone else."
The Orc then scratched his chin in thought. "Alright then, sounds good. You guys are the two captains as of right now."
Feeling safe to talk now, Khijari said, "Now all we need is a name of this group of prisoners."
Turning around to face the castle that was in ruins and burning he said, "The Raiders. We're the Raiders."
Khijari turned to face the rest of the unruly prisoners and clapped his hands together. "The Raiders, I like it."
Another group I'll soon have to leave.