you slowly wake up to the sound of carriage wheels and houses. Last thing you remember is walking into skyrim along with a few nords when you were attacked by imperial soldiers. You look around to see you are in a carriage with a few others and that your hands are in bindings. A nord in front of you then speaks.

Ralof: hey you, you're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right in that imperial ambush, same as us and that thief over there.

Lokir: damn you stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along, empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you I could of stolen that horse and been halfway to hammerfell by now. turns to you. You there, You and me, we don't belong here, it's these stormcloaks the empire.

Ralof: we're all brothers and sisters in binds now thief.

Imperial soldier: shut up back there!

Lokir: turns to ulfric. what's up with him huh?

Ralof: watch your tongue! You're speaking to ulfric stormcloak, the true high king!

Lokir: ulfric? Jarl of windhelm? Your the leader of the rebellion. If they've captured you then... oh gods, where are they taking us?

Ralof: I don't know where we're going, but sovngarde awaits.

Lokir: no, this isn't happening, this isn't happening!

Ralof: hey, what village are you from horse thief?

Lokir: why do you care?

Ralof: a nords last thoughts should be of home.

Lokir: rorikstead, I'm... I'm from rorikstead...

Imperial soldier: general tulies! The headsman is waiting!

Tulies: good. let's get this over with.

Lokir: shor, mara, diblella, akatosh, Devines please help me.

you enter the walls of a imperial town, several soldiers are there along with a few high elves.

Ralof: look at him, general tulies the military convener. And it looks like the thalmor are with him, damn elves, bet they had something to do with this. This is helgen, I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if velod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Strange, as a boy, imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.

the carriage comes to a halt.

Lokir: why see we stoping?

Ralof: why do you think? End of the line. Better get going, shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us.

you and the others start getting out of the carriage.

Lokir: Wait we aren't rebels! This is a mistake!

Ralof: face your death with some courage thief.

Lokir: you got to tell them we weren't with you!

Imperial captain: step towards the block as your names are called.

Ralof: imperials love their dammed lists.

Hadvar: ulfric stormcloak, jarl of windhelm.

Ralof: it has been an honor jarl ulfric.

Hadvar: ralof of riverwood. Lokir of rorikstead.

Lokir: I'm not a rebel, you can't do this! starts running. you're not gonna kill me!

Imperial captain: halt! Archers!

lokir is then shot with an arrow, killing him.

Imperial captain: anyone else feel like running?

Hadvar: wait. You there, step forward. Who are you?

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