The Escape
Jason
"Is this true?"
"Maybe."
"So you're not a Stormcloak are you?"
"Obviously not Ralof."
Ralof then turned around to Hadvar who was being held up by two Stormcloaks. The wound on his temple bleeding but not as bad as it once was. With a threatening look aimed at Hadvar, Ralof turned back around and resumed his interrogation.
Just kill me already.
"Then who are you?"
"Does it really matter who I am. I think we should be leaving instead of-"
"I don't care what you think. I need to know why you're here. It's important."
Why is it so important?
"Ralof", Hadvar said, "I don't think it means what you think it does." That caused Ralof to spin on the man, a look of defiance and even some desperation on his face.
"It could be him Hadvar. You grew up on the same legends I did."
"Exactly. Legends Ralof, nothing more."
Legends?
"Was that dragon out there a legend to you. Because I'm sure that I heard people screaming because they were getting burned alive."
"I know I know, I saw the dragon, but-"
"Then what more proof do you need. The legend says when the dragons come back, the Dragonborn will come back too. Stop trying to deny it."
"I'm not trying to deny anything, but I don't think he's who you're talking about."
What in oblivion is going on?
"What are you guys talking about?"
That caused almost everyone in the room to look at Jason. The Stormcloaks glaring while the others just stared. Well now I'm going to die.
"Don't worry about it Imperial", Hrokan, one of the three Stormcloaks, said, "worry if you're going to live over not."
Yup I'm going to kill him. Right after I kill that fucking Argonian when I find him.
Jason, Hadvar, Haming, and the Argonian had followed the corridor they left the torture chamber in til it ended. Well, more like until it collapsed. They hid quickly in one of the side rooms so they wouldn't get crushed by the debris. Only to find out that the door was then stuck because of the cave in of the corridor. Finding themselves in one of the storage rooms that was used for the mining materials, they each grabbed a pick axe and went to work on a nearby wall. The wall gave in pretty easily, probably considering the fact that the cave in had also crushed the support for it. So in a little under fifteen minutes, they were out if the room. Out of the entire castle if you think about it.
Their newly made doorway led them into a cave system below Helgen. Where they found others there as well. Unfortunately those others were legionnaires, and Jason's group was dressed up like Stormcloaks. All except little Haming.
They tried to convince the other group that they were, in fact, legionnaires as well. It didn't go so well. After they killed the other three legionnaires, they set on a path through the caves. Which they then came across a group of skeevers. After exterminating those, they continued through the cave until they came into an opening.
"Well well well, look what we got here boys."
Which turned out to not be an opening. The light the mistook for daylight was actually torchlight. Where they met a group of bandits that outnumbered them seven to three. Everyone baring there steel as soon as the realized what was happening. Looking back on it now, Jason really wished he killed that Argonian.
The reptile in question had apparently thought they could be bargained with. He had hit Hadvar in his right temple with the pommel of his sword, knocking the legionnaire out cold. Then he grabbed Haming and held a dagger to his throat.
"I'll make you guys a deal."
The group of bandits laughed at the prospect. Then one of them, a Nord wearing steal armor from head to toe with a steel greatsword across his back, shushed them.
"What kind of deal are we talking about?"
"I'll give you the boy and these two, if you let me live."
Again, a chorus of laughter rose up from bandits. Then the steel clad warrior stepped closer to them, with a smile across his scarred face, and said, "And why do I want them?"
"Well really, I'm just trying to help you guys out."
Raising an eyebrow, the bandit leader asked, "oh really?"
At that, the Argonian smirked. "Yes really." He then took a piece of paper out of his pocket and threw it to the bandit.
Like that's gonna work.
Picking up and unfolding the paper, the bandit laughed again. "What's this?"
The Argonian opened his mouth to say something, but one of the other bandits beat him to it.
"I know what that is."
Everyone turned to look at him, and the Argonian's smirk grew even larger.
The leader beckoned him to the front of the group and asked him what it was. Then the bandit leaned to whisper something into his ear, which caused his eyes to widen and his hands to tremble a bit. Folding the paper back up he threw it back at the Argonian. Who made no attempt to pick it up. Just saying, "No, keep it, it's yours."
The bandit leader shook his head vigorously in reply. "I don't want it. I don't want any of it. Take it with you and leave."
The reptile then let go of Haming and walked straight pass the paper, not bothering to even look at it. He walked straight up to the leader with a smile and said, "Nice doing business with you."
The bandit gave a shaky nod and then watched him continue on walking I through the cave. Only moving to drink a whole bottle of mead when he was out of sight.
What in oblivion just happened?
That's when the leader turned his gaze on Jason, a furious expression on his ugly face. "I have to kill something after that."
But he never got to. Because then an arrow flew over Jason's head and buried itself into the leader's eye socket. Causing the man to claw at his face and then crumble to the floor. That's when the Stormcloaks came in. Killing the rest if the bandits and taking Jason and Hadvar prisoner. Not long after that is when the Nord came in. Wearing Stormcloak armor and not knowing anything of himself or why he was here. He didn't even know his name.
(No Name)
He didn't understand what was going on. He didn't know who these people were or what they were talking about.
"What are you guys talking about?" Well, at least he wasn't the only one.
He turned to look at the man that voiced the question. An Imperial? He's not sure what it was, but it felt right. Trying to put all these thoughts together was killing him. An Imperial. From Cyrodil. And I'm a Nord. From Skyrim. Like them.
He then turned back to scan the other people in the room.
Stormcloaks they called themselves. All dressed in blue armor and fur. He had seen more of them on his way down here. He had found a dead one and took the clothing of of him and continued through the keep. Purposely avoiding everyone, he made his way through the castle and down to the dungeons. Which led him to a cave which he gladly followed. Anything to get away from that thing that was outside. But as he made his way through the cave, he came upon this group of people.
At first he was a little nervous because of the situation. These 'Stormcloaks' had two of there own as prisoners and there was another group of people, that were all dressed differently, laying dead on the floor as well. Plus there was a little kid here too. It was a strange bunch, but he really didn't have time to think on it. Because the next thing he knew, they had him on his knees with his hands behind his head and started to question him. After telling them that he didn't remember anything besides waking up on one of the prisoner transports and almost getting burned to death by a dragon.
Apparently they didn't like those answers. But then the Stormcloak that was questioning him, Ralof he believes, started talking about legends and now he had no idea what they were talking about. It's a good thing that he's not the only one that has no clue about what they're talking about.
"Don't worry about that Imperial. Worry about whether you're going to live or not." That was one of the other Stormcloaks. Anger quickly flashed over the Imperial's face before it become neutral again.
"If I were you I'd be more worried about your life then mine", was his reply. Which only caused the Stormcloak to laugh. "I don't think you're in any position to make threats."
"I wouldn't be to sure."
That's when the Stormcloak walked up to him, causing the Imperial to tense up. The Stormcloak then punched the Imperial in the jaw. Now that had to hurt.
Slowly sitting back up, the Imperial spit whatever blood the was in his mouth onto the Stormcloaks face. Who quickly filled with rage and made to strike him again. But wasn't able to.
The Imperial ducked under the punch throw at his face. Then lunged at the Stormcloak, picking him up by his legs and slamming him onto the cave floor. Which he then proceeded to throw punches at his face once he had was straddling over him. Punch after punch connected with some part of the soldiers face until the Imperial was pulled off of him by two other soldiers. The bloody mess of a Stormcloak then picked himself up off the ground. His eye was bleeding profusely. So was his nose which appeared to be broken. And his mouth was too when he spat that blood out. On somewhat wobbly feet, he got ready to charge at his opponent. That's when their leader decided to intervene.
"Hrokan!" Said man then turned to look at Ralof was anger clearly shown across his face, but he said nothing. "Go get yourself cleaned up."
Then the bloody Nord turned around and walked to a stream that ran through the cave.
Well that was something.
"Hey." Realizing the question was meant for him, he turned towards Ralof.
"Yeah?"
"What do you want us to call you?" What is he talking about?
His confusion must've shown across his face because then he elaborated.
"Well we just can't call you 'Nord' can we? So what do you want your name to be?"
He thought about that. He didn't really have an idea as to what he wanted his name to be. "I have no clue."
This caused some of them to laugh. Then one of the Stormcloaks said, "Don't worry, if you don't like it, it's only for the rest of your life!"
Well then. No pressure.
"Uhmm, any suggestions?"
"Hryckon", was distinguishable out of the chorus of names that filled the air.
"Hryckon it is then."
Ralof smiled at that. "Not a bad choice. Now Hryckon, let's get out of here. Maybe you can join the Stormcloaks with us."
He heard Hadvar scoff at that. "Why would he want to join a failing rebellion."
Ralof just laughed at that. "Our revolution is going to be a great success Hadvar."
"You know you're losing the war right?"
Again Ralof laughed. "We're not and even if we were, losing doesn't mean we loss."
"But you will", was Hadvar's quick reply, "where are we going anyway?"
"Why my brother, we are going to Riverwood!"