At night, the gates of Solitude is closely guarded, but still lets travellers pass through.
Who's Roggvir?
He's the sorry bastard who's going to be executed.
For what crimes?
He let Ulfric Stormcloak escape the city, after he killed the High King.
I see.
Looks like it's starting.
By opening that gate for Ulfric you betrayed the people of Solitude.
The bound man shouted back in his defence, explaining that Ulfric's merely beaten the High King in fair combat, according to the ancient custom of Skyrim, and all Nords. The angry crowd boos and screams for his execution.
Challenging your king in personal combat is a fair practice? I mean, how can anyone rule like that? The moment someone steps in with a daedric daikatana, the course of the kingdom can change in a moment's thrust.
Lydia shrugged as the executioner's axe raised high above the prisoner's neck. The man prayed to Sovngarde as the axe landed.
Rest in peace.
Tired, Shepard decides to book an inn. The Winking Skeever, they call it.
Sure, tell me something I don't know.
Really? I'm sure that's very interesting. Now, how about a room for one night?
Shepard pays the fee as he rose from his seat.
As he pass the main dining hall, the
bard broke into a pro-Empire song.
We drink to our youth, to days come and gone
for the Age of Aggression is just about done
We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own
With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home
Down with Ulfric, the killer of kings
On the day of your death we'll drink and we'll sing
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives
And when Sovngarde beckons everyone of us dies
Shepard shakes his head in wonderment.
You won't hear this kind of song in Windhelm's tavern...
They ...twisted the lyrics there. Something more pro-Stormcloak.
Everyone could use a little inspiration before shedding blood, no?
Thanks.
Shepard gets a good rest for the night and wake early the next morning, ready to sign up for the Empire.
While walking towards the Imperial Legion headquarters, Shepard spots a lone Argonian standing on a corner, trying to make a proposition to the passerbys.
Nothing is easy, friend. But gold is always welcome.
The lizard nodded as he continues.
It's easy to find things to sell. Things nobody will miss. Things from underground, or just left lying around in someone's house.
Sounds like stealing to me.
My sister Deeja and I are treasure hunters. We like to collect things.
Sure you are, I'm not a thief.
Of course not! Thieves take what is precious. Thieves steal.
And you collect?
We just take what will not be missed. What no one needs anymore. Maybe we take some weapons and stop a few deaths. Who would call that thievery?
I'm listening...
I knew you looked like a clever one. With the war, many more ships come through these docks.
Loaded with weapons and stuff, yeah. So?
With few people on board.
And?
They pass through dangerous waters. We have an interest in one of those boats, the Icerunner.
This is the part where you're going to collect things from the boat, right?
The Solitude Lighthouse will be guiding it in...but if its fire were to go out - the Icerunner would run aground.
So let the Redguard put out the fire while the Lizards swim and collect the spilled shit?
What an interesting idea. I think if somoene were to do something like that, there would definitely be a certain amount of loot to be shared...
Fuck you, lizard. I should kill you where you stand or turn you in to the guards...
Turn me in? For what? What crime's been committed? I'm just making idle talk about what would most undoubtedly be a tragic event..A tragic, and very, very profitable event.
Keep talking and I'll turn your whole life into tragedy, shit-scale.
He's not worth it-
Yeah. Why don't you find your butt-buddies from Black Marsh to help in this plan of yours, huh? I'm kinda busy doing shit that matters. Fuck off and don't wave your tongue in my face again unless you want your tail shoved down your windpipe.
Shepard ignored the Argonian's words and stepped into the alchemist shop.
This shops looks complete. Let's deal.
Actually, yes.
Wonderful. I hadn't really hoped to run into someone who had been there.
What is this about? You want something delivered? Your ex-husband beaten?
Shepard!
Sorry, I'm a little high-strung by that Argonian...please continue, old lady.
My daugther, Fura, was assigned to Whiterun after she joined the Imperial Army. I was hoping you might have met her.
Doesn't really ring a bell.
I'm afraid I'm not familiar with Imperial soldiers in Whiterun.
I haven't heard from her lately. I've tried talking to Captain Aldis but he hasn't been any help.
I might not know her, but I can try speaking with Captain Aldis to try get more information.
Oh, that's very sweet of you. Anything you can find out from Captain Aldis would be welcome news. Now, is there anything you wish to purchase?
Deathbells. And other poisonous reagents you might have.
Satisfied with the poisons he brewed, stepped stepped into the Bits and Pieces, general store, where the storekeeper carried an enchanted ring said to improve his archery. The price is quite high, but ranged damage is a premium when dealing with future dragon attacks.
With that business settled, Shepard finally arrives on the front door of the Imperial HQ.
Well, I was one of the dragonslayers in Whiterun.
The guard stared in disbelief as Shepard entered the castle.
Hmmm. Akatosh banners. This is Empire's stronghold, alright.
Music:
Heroes IV: Stronghold
Moving closer to the meeting room, Shepard can hear the conversation between General Tullius and a female Nord soldier.
That's not what my scouts report, sir. Every day more join his cause. Riften, Dawnstar, and Winterhold support him.
It's not a cause. It's a rebellion.
Call it whatever you like, General. The man's going to try to take Whiterun.
Jarl Balgruuf...
Balgruuf refused the Legion's right to garrison troops in his city. On the other hand, he also refuses to acknowledge Ulfric's claim.
Lydia raises her eyebrows, Shepard brings a finger to his lips to keep the silence.
General.
You people and your damn Jarls.
Sir? You can't force a Nord to accept help he hasn't asked for.
If Ulfric's making a move for Whiterun, then we need to be there to stop him.
Looks like Whiterun's the next point of conflict.
Draft another letter with the usual platitudes, but this time share some of your intelligence regarding Ulfric's plans. Embellish if you have to.
Shepard, that's-
Necessary. Keep quiet and listen.
We'll let it seem like it's his idea.
With a deep sigh, the general steps away from the table and concludes the meeting.
You Nords and your bloody sense of honor.
All done? Great, I'm here to sign up.
No, I'm not. I'm here to sign up with the Empire. General?
Do you have some reason to be here, citizen?
I believe we've already met.
Have we?
The General squints his eye at Shepard, attempting to discern any familiar features. Finally, a look of recognition comes to his face.
Oh. Of course.
Indeed.
You were at Helgen!
In the flesh.
One of the prisoners, if I recall correctly.
EX-prisoner. Hadvar said he'd vouch for me.
Hadvar's alive? I hope that's true. He's a damn good soldier. But he hasn't reported in yet, so he can't exactly confirm your story.
Right. And I must be stupid if I walk in here just to be imprisoned again.
Hmmm. Why don't we wait till he returns? In the meantime, go have a chat with Legate Rikke.
I'm not here to chat, General.
Yes, I suspect we might have use for someone resourceful like you. Not many survived Helgen. Besides, I'm sure your being imprisoned was all a terrible misunderstanding.
Really? Step in my shoes in Helgen, General. And we'll talk about misunderstanding as I oversee your execution.
The general gave a short chuckle.
Speak with Legate Rikke, she'll determine if you're Legion material.
Before I go, how's the war?
Well, controlling the Pale gives Ulfric a port town, and takes the pressure off Windhelm. But it's only a matter of time before it's back in our hands.
What will it take to end it?
Ulfric's Stormcloak's head rolling away from his lifeless body.
How long has the Legion been posted here?
We've always been here. Without us to keep order, the provinces would fall into barbarism and lawlessness. Especially Skyrim.
I think you're exaggerating.
Am I? Well take for example Ulfric Stormcloak and his little 'rebellion.'
Point taken.
Rest assured, his days are numbered.
What about you, General? Have you always lived in Skyrim?
I'm originally from Cyrodiil, sent here at the request of the Emperor himself. I'm often ordered to places with problems that need fixing. Now, while I'm certain this is all terribly interesting to you, I have important matters to attend.
Understood, sir.
Shepard salutes the General and walks towards the woman next to him.
The General told me to speak with you.
I've got a good feeling about you. And I don't often get good feelings about anything. A warrior knows to her gut...
So, I'm in?
Not yet. I'm not going to go through the normal process with you. I've got a little test lined up. Pass that, and we'll talk about you joining he Legion.
Anything but punching women in the face is fine.
Is that confidence, or bravado? Confidence I can use. Bravado gets soldiers killed.
I've survived a dragon attack, killed a fortress full of mages, and survived a tavern assault by a bitch in full steel plate armor...I can take on anything.
We'll soon find out. I'm sending you to clear out Fort Hraagstad. If you survive, you'll pass. If you die,-
Then I eat dirt. I'm ready. Anything else I should know?
Most of the forts in the wild have fallen into disrepair, and nearly all have been overrun with bandits. We're going to install a garrison there, but first, you're going to clean out the bandits that have moved in.
Consider it done.
Good, that's what I want to hear. Now make it happen, soldier.
Legate Rikke points at Shepard's map to indicate the fort's location.
Shepard sets off without delay.
Time to kick ass. Stand back, Normandy.
Not gonna waste any ti----RAAARRRRGHH!
The fuck was that? Sounds too loud to be a wolf? Guys, did you hear that?
The bandit landed with a thud on the center courtyard. Shepard's were-form landed on his still-warm body and gorged on it. The rest of the bandits
It's a werewolf, kill it! Kill it!
A piercing roar shook their very hearts and they fled in all directions!
Shepard rampage was unstoppable.
Brutally short, the fortress was cleansed of all life in matter of minutes. Only Shepard and Lydia stood in the courtyard when it was all over.
Shepard, that was -
EXTREME?
Shepard grinned and puts on his steel armor as he casually walks back to Normandy.
Job's done. Let's head back to Solitude.
A loud whoosh overhead interrupted the casual pace.
A dragon!
Fuck.
Knew it was too easy...
Shepard draws his bow as he dismounts from Normandy, hoping his steed doesn't get between the crossfire.
Keep it distracted, I'm going to poison my arrow!
Alright!
Shepard tosses the empty vial aside as the arrow tip gets soaked by the venom. He notches the arrow and takes a deep breath.
Time to bag another dragon.