30 June 2012
But will it be a quick death? What if the axe is blunt, and doesn't take off my head in the first blow? What if he misses my head, and instead I lose my ear or get a chunk taken out of my back? All these thoughts bounce around my head,so much so I don't even notice I'm the last in line. A soldier calls me."Prisoner! Come here!" I follow his orders and step next to him."What is your name...Prisoner 10968?" He questions sharply.
I answer in an almost angry tone."Conan Silver knife". "Ok,stand over there with the others".He says as he writes down my name on a scroll.I stare uneasily over to the line of prisoners, next to the executioner."Well,you heard me! go!" he shouts, knocking me back in fright.I do as he orders once again and take my place with the others.
The first up is a particularly important prisoner if I recall correctly from the line.Jarl Ulfrik storm-cloak himself. I feel unable to watch as a sickly feeling bursts out in my stomach but a guard tells me to watch, mocking me.The Jarl steps up to the blood stained chopping block and lays his head in the curved head space.Suddenly, at the swing of an axe,his head is rolling on the floor.The sight of the headless body and the gore makes me almost vomit but I hold it in.
Then, I am pushed forward.I am second in line.The others must have moved behind while the guards where turned away.As I lower my head down I hear the roar once again and this time, it's closer, a lot closer.I see from the corners of my eyes the final doors slamming shut and rooftop archers drawing their bows.Even the tough executioner backs off and drops his axe and I have time to quickly run off into the streets.Then suddenly, with a loud explosion of flames, the whole street is ablaze.
I flee for cover.The screams fill my ears as I run into the watchtower to the safety of stone walls.Its too late.The second explosion rings in my ears and I feel the building crumbling beneath my unsteady feet.Im going to die.Im going to be crushed.These are my thoughts as I stand frozen.This is it...
Then,just as the flashbacks and memories started, I am hit back into life by a falling wooden beam, which slams into my back.I shout out in pain but the force knocks me off my feet.I plummet down into the street once again.I hit a soft patch of grass, and to my surprise, I'm not on fire.In the confusion and chaos,I scramble through three narrow alleys and dash into a hallway of a building.Just then I see men running down, and I take my final decision to follow.
I catch up to the man,the others have fallen and died by breaking backs and necks in the frenzy. Under my frantic breathing to catch my breath,I manage to get out a simple sentence."W-Who are yo-you?" He turns his head and I see his elaborate helmet and as I look downwards I notice the possibly looted imperial armor."Im Ralof...who are you!" He seems angry and defensive."I'm..uh..Conan Silver Knife" He looks at me unsure for a second and then tells me to follow him.Then he hands me a dagger."It'll have to do for now."
We kick open a wooden door and storm into an empty room.Ralof steals the wine and bread as I examine an iron door."It's locked, Ralof." As I say this,two imperial soldiers burst in through the locked door armed with swords.Rolaf stabs one brutally in the lungs and I slash at a second, slicing at his chest.Both soldiers drop the the floor and we both take the swords."Take that ones armor, warrior." I do as he asks, because I still see him as a slight threat and he could kill me without lifting a finger.I slip into the heavy leather armor and helmet and hold out my sword in front of my battered face.
We continue down the building and come across a small hatch.A sign attached reads "Dungeons". "Ready?" Ralof asks "Of course!" I say slashing at the air with my sword He flings open the heavy hatch and we both descend into the depths of the dungeons....
A Skyrim Adventure Pt.2 • Opuss № I