Today my head was laid on the headsmen's block yet I am still alive. Gods do have their strange way to sort things out. Just as the headsmen was about to swing his axe to decapitate me a strange loud noise was heard from the near. Nobody knew what is was until a huge flying creature landed right on top of the tower near us.
|A true legionnaire aiding civilians in need|
As a former legionnaire I chose to stay with Hadvar. I do not know much about the Stormcloaks. The Legion being as bad as it is now is still the Legion I served. I entered with Hadvar the Helgen keep. We collected some equipment there armor swords potions, whatever we found. As we made our way through the keep, we met Stromcloaks inside. Hadvar tried to reason with them but they attacked us at once and we had no choice but fight back. That ended in more lives wasted in vain. At least that was the Stomcloak lives and not ours. Hadvar fought valiantly and gallantly. I did my best to back him up however the long years of office work made my sword wielding skills a little rusty. I am not totally out of practice though thanks to my habit of joining the guards training in Chorrol after the war in order to keep some of my former shape.
|A needles and bloody fight in the keep|
|Finally safe in Riverwood|
|With friends: Alvor and Hadvar|