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Setting: Skyrim
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Skyrim is a nothern land inhabited mostly by Illuskan humans more commonly known as nords. The land is currently in the middle of a civil war between a group of outsiders named imperials and Nord homelanders who go by the name of stormcloaks. The land is also having a major problem with dragons led by the evil dragon god Alduin: the world eater. Skyrim welcomes all and is home to several guilds. The dark brotherhood assassins, the vampire lords (fullblooded vampires), the dawn guard (vampire hunters), the the thieves guild, the companions (werewolves/Fighters), bard college, mage college, and the blades (dragon slayers). And both sides of the civil war are recruiting. If you would like to join the stormcloaks their leader ulfric stormcloak is at his castle in windhelm. If you want to join the imperial leigon their leader is normally at the castle tower in the city of solitude.
 
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All you remember is soldiers coming from both sides of the valley as you were trying to cross the border into Skyrim and getting caught in the crossfire a shield bashing you in the head before waking up on a wagon being driven by a soldier from one army wearing medium plate armor your hands are bound and there are two other people on your side of the wagon and three men across from you. One is a tiefling dressed in common clothes another is a human dressed in dark hooded clothes and a large human man in royal leather armor and a gag over his mouth everyone in the wagon is bound with ropes as you look around you see more wagons in a line ahead of you carrying anywhere from three to six people all heading towards a keep. Banners hang from the keep walls with a symbol of a dragon on them. The teifling looks at you and the other two on your side of the wagon. “Finally awake I see. You three were trying to cross the border right? Ran into that imperial ambush just like us and that thief over there.”

The thief angrily speaks up “danm stormcloaks skyrim was fine until you came along. imperials were nice and lazy. If it wasn’t for you I’d of stolen that horse and been halfway to hammerfell by now. You! You there. You three and me don’t belong here it’s the stormcloaks the empire wants-“ the thief is cut off as the tiefling interrupts.

“We’re all brothers and sisters in bonds now, thief”

“Shut up back there!” The soldier yells from up front

“What’s up with you?” The thief says addressing the large male beside him.

“Watch your tongue that’s ulfric stormcloak the true high king of Skyrim!”

“Ulfric stormcloak...? Wait! If they have you then where are they taking us!?”

“I don’t know where we’re going but sovngarde awaits” he says from the tone in his voice you can tell what lies ahead is not good

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Augustus.

On the right side of the wagon bench sits a large half-orc. The orcish blood in him runs strong, tusks jutting from his discolored lips farther than they tend to for a half-orc. His face is scrunched up into a mean slant, but it is untelling whether that is something he does on purpose or if it is out of his control. His dark hair is long, coarse, and frames his long face.

The first thing he does when he wakes up is stretches, or, he would, if his hands weren't bound. Instead, he tugs at the bondage, confused. His mouth was already gaped to yawn - showing off his yellowed teeth and tusks - but he closes it uncertainly now that he can no longer stretch. When the tiefling speaks, he looks to him, listening to what he says. His eyes glaze over on some parts as you can tell that he doesn't recognize or understand some words.

Instead of questioning, he says, "I can't stretch." He holds up his bound hands, palms facing out, to show them. His voice is deep but rather stereotypical for your less-than-average intelligence orc.
 
Tungdil ignored the tieflings question, instead choosing to mutter a prayer. But when he stopped just as soon as he heard one of the humans say that they were in the company of none other than Ulfric Stormcloak. Tungdil had never payed much attention to politics, but even he knew who Ulfric was and he knew that if the imperials thought that he was with Ulfric, he didn't exactly have a very bright future ahead of him. Upon this realization Tungdil just sighed and went right back to praying.
 
A couple carts ahead a mildly tan half-elf wearing dark common clothes and a dark hood complete with a face mask he seems as out of place as your group on your side of the bench. Soon you reach the hold and you are all lined up a woman commander is asking your names and checking people off the list. The thief that was riding with you in the back of the caravan tried to run away and instantly got shot down by several archers. After they take your names they send you with the rest of the group facing the chopping block and two people. An imperial commander and an exicutioner.

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Augustus.

The reality of what was soon to happen to them started to appear in the half-orc's mind, like a cloud. When the thief screamed his dying shout, Augustus reached up to cover his ears but was stopped by the binds. His face was scrunched into a tensed line, the scream causing his large frame to shudder. When the commander came up to him, he announced his name gruffly, eyes still scrunched. "Augustus."

They brought him to a line. He didn't recognize that the masked man with the axe was an executioner nor did he recognize that the wooden block was for executions, but he did feel the gongs of death ringing in his ears. It was almost enough to send him into a raging flee like the shot-down thief, and his orc-ish family definitely would have, but he was not they.

He waits stilly for what was to come, wishing his hands weren't bound so he could at least shield his eyes from the harsh rays of the sun.
 
Ilrian is taken aback as the other thief got shot down. Realizing running was not an option he joins the group by the cutting block. He sighs thinking this might be the end of his antics if he doesn’t find a way to get free he tries to break free of the binds. Sek Sek
 
As Ilian struggles against the ropes he notices that whoever tied this tied an extremely well done knot you can barely even move your hands let alone break free from this strong rope
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As you’re attempting this the exicutioner lobs of the man’s head in one good swing then the captain points to Augustus “you’re next step up” guards push you forward to the block poking you in the back with swords. You are forced down to your knees with a wack from the axe handle and someone steps on your back to hold you down.

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As everyone is focused on Augustus at the chopping block no one sees the dragon swoop down from the mountain and shoot a concussive blast from his mouth and knocking everyone onto the ground.

Everyone roll initiative
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First up is sorrow then alduin then the guards and soldiers then ilian then tungdil then agustus.
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Sorrow is going to run towards the solid stone archer’s tower to your right and yell over his shoulder “a dragon! Run! Follow me” he stops inside the door and waits for your group

Alduin is going to use fire breath on the gates to keep anyone from leaving easily his next attack he roars causing meteors to rain down from the sky the flames and mentors killing 14 guards

The remaining guards yell to get to the imperial keep and flee
 
Augustus screams as the world seems to shake, a deafening roar filling the sky. He was the last to react due to his bent stance at the chopping block, but he soon scrambled up, just in time to witness a fiery breath burn up a large group of guards, and looks to see the two towers in front of him with people yelling for him to follow. He realizes that the right tower is where the people that sat next to him on the cart decided to flee, and that the left is where the guards were headed.

He blindly knows to trust authority over the rabble of strangers he's met, and so he sprints to the tower to his left, the imperial keep.
 
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As Augustus enters the keep there are two imperial guards fighting one stormcloak soldier who is looking a little rough. The guards are using swords and the stormcloak is just barely fending them off with his axe. As he barges into the keep one guard turns to him and runs to him swinging his sword for a quick slash across the front.

As the rest of the group heads into the tower they see ulfric standing next to the door he is free and proceeds to cut the rest loose. He looks to sorrow. “We need to get to the keep and avoid that dragon what do you suggest?” “Well let me get to the roof and maybe I can see where it’s headed and we can run from it that way....” sorrow heads up the spiral staircase and about halfway up the dragon breaks the wall, cutting him off, and breathes fire into the tower from the hole then flies off again “hey there’s a house not to far down from here! if we can jump through the hole in the roof it’s a short walk through cover to the keep!”
 
Augustus grunts, surprised and a little dazed at the guard's wanton attack. Nevertheless, the cloudy confusion in his mind, from being attacked by what he thought was trusted authority, is replaced with the will to fight, and he brandishes his shortswords, taking his own two swings at the guard. He means to try to knock the guard out.
 
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