[Pre-battle]
A man with short brown hair and brown eyes with light stubble, wearing black armour that's sectioned off in plates and right gauntlet that has an ominous red glow and a Red Spear that also has an ominous red glow, stands in front of a small army thats wearing mismatched yet high-quality armour.
"We may come from different familias but today we stand together, we will defeat the winged beast that has taken far too much"
The man says to the crowd, bringing up their morale. He then grabs his red spear and raises it up and continues to speak.
"Now! Stand with me! We will march off and bring back stories that bards will sing of and plays will be made to listen to until the end of days! OUH OUH OUH!"
"YEAH!"
"WE WILL WIN!"
"NOTHING CAN STOP US!"
"IF THS CAPTAIN SAYS WE CAN WIM THEN WE CAN DO IT!"
The Hera and Zeus familias shout together and steel their hearts for what's to come
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The sounds of clashing steel, the roar of a beast and the cries of men and women. On the battlefield of blood, the man who lead them to battle stands on the side, leaning on his spear with his right hand as his left is missing, his left eye, gone, his own blood and the blood of those he considered family staining his armour and face, stares at the Dragon in anger.
'I sacrificed my arm so that we could deal a heavy blow yet even that failed, is everything going to be like cannon? Am I bound to fate? No. I won't stand for this!' After these thoughts, he lifts his spear and sets it on his shoulder in order to not burden his arm too much, he shifts his legs and prepares for perhaps his final throw.
"Everyone! At my signal! Retreat!" He yells to whoever can hear him. He lifts his spear and as if knowing his intent, a fiery red aura envelopes his arm and spear.
He focuses his all into the throw, he leans back, pushes his body to the extreme and with a powerful battle cry that makes even the dragon ignore everything else and focus on him.
He tosses it.
"HARGH!!"
It flies with such power and ferocity that anyone who looks at it is in awe. The dragon, with it's one eye, has that very eye widen in shock, before it could even move, the spear pierced it's chest and and a giant explosion erupts , a giant shockwave courtesy of the explosion, knocks everything around the impact get blown away and dust is raised everywhere and everyone looking at this doesn't look at it for long as they all scatter and attempt to retreat.
The captain stands there as that's all he can do, no strength to even attempt to move his legs he just stared at the dust waiting for it to clear.
As the dust settles down, he can see the Dragon, a deep wound on the chest with large cracks surrounding it, but other than the already missing eye and new wound on chest, nothing, no damage.
The dragon, bleeding chest, single eye, looks at the man with hatred, caution and respect.
And with ease, spins and slams the tail into the man, throwing him away.
Slightly further away, the man lands and crashes into the ground on his back, his ribs puncturing his innards and his skin going pale, he coughs "kgah" He grins.
The dragon, seeing this, raises its head back and smoke puffs out of his nose and it prepares to unleash its flames.
"Even if I die here, don't worry as I will be back for you, right from the grave hahah-Kgah"
'I just regret not being able to save more of our familias'
The dragon leans forward and releases its flames from its maw, incinerating everyone in front of it, the flames engulf him and don't even leave his ashes behind.
And that's how the legendary hero of the Zeus familia, Level nine, Callum Laxern, passed away.
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"Haah, so many of my children, gone, just like that, and I doubt the others will let us stay. I know you're gone Callum, but in case you somehow come back, I hope you help any survivors or descendants. At least you took care of most of that Evilus group appearing before leaving, many more would have fallen if not for you," says an older man, speaking to himself, any person looking at him would immediately recognise him as a God, Zeus.
"The only other good thing I can think of is that Freya will be off your back now, no more hearing her say 'my Odr my Odr' hahaha"
Zeus looks down at the drink in his hand in a sad look and a single tear rolling down his face.
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[7:10 am, 17th of the Last Seed, 4E 201]
Three carriages slowly make their way down a slope, on all sides of the carriages there are either armoured men on foot or horseback.
Inside the middle carriage there are four people, a shoulder length blonde and slightly muscular man wearing a short sleeved chainmail and gambeson, over that is blue medium quality cloth, sits on the top right side.
Next to him with a little distance in-between is a man with short brown hair, skinny stature and wearing what looks to be just scraps of cloth.
Across from the brown haired man is another man, this man has slightly greying brown hair and has his mouth covered with cloth, stopping him from speaking, he wears a plated chest piece and chainmail, on-top of the armour is thick animal fur and high quality cloth.
The last man sitting on the carriage is by far the largest 6 '7 (204 cm) , a muscular body with many scars littering him, bloodied cloth covering his left eye and just below shoulder length black hair, he wears a tunic with many years in it.
As the carriages move the middle one hits a bump in the road, shaking the bound prisoners and awakening the one eyed man.
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I awaken with a groan and pain assaulting me, especially my left eye.
I open my eyes or at least try to, I then remember losing my left eye to the dragon
"That fucking dragon" I mumble as I grit my teeth but then I remember, shouldn't I be dead? I remember the pain and why does my voice sound different
"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border,
right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that
thief over there." A man's voice cuts off my thoughts and I'm aware of where I am without even needing to look around.
"Haah, I'll find a way back home" I mumble before looking down at the man across from me, I open my mouth to speak but get cut off
"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've stolen
that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me — we
should be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants." The scrappy clothed man diagonally across from me speaks.
"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief" I say, stealing Ralofs words before he could say them, Ralof looks at me funny but looks back to the thief, "see, even One-Eye knows"
"Shut up back there" the carriage driver speaks
The horse thief looks over to the gagged man "And what's wrong with him?"
"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High
King." Ralof scolds him.
"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if
they captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us?" After the horse thief, Lokir, speaks, I tune them out and activate my system.
'System'
A blue screen appears both in front of me and in my mind.
[Quest Failed:Slay the Dragon!]
[User died, $@∆!¿, Has decided to give you another chance as you have entertained him, he says that he likes revenge stories and wants to see what you will do.]
[Stats set to base of new body, skills removed, Class removed, New Classes available, New Skills added]
Huh, a new start, from zero. Frustrating, but I'll do it
[New Additions: World Travel (locked)]
[New Quest: An Eye For An Eye: Slay the One-eyed Dragon and claim his good eye as revenge]
I start thinking of my situation and decide to check my status and choose my classes after escaping from Helgen. I open my eyes to find our Carriage stopping and I look to see many other bound Stormcloaks and armed Imperials. Ralof scolds Lokir and the horse thief is still complaining.
"Step towards the block when your name is called" an Imperial Captain says to the bound men and women.
"Empire loves their damn lists" Ralof says
The man with the list glares at Ralof before looking at Ulfric.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm"
"It has been an honour, Jarl Ulfric" Ralof says his last words to Ulfric.
Ulfric nods and walks towards the executioner's block.
"Ralof of Riverwood" the list holder says with a sneer and a glare
Ralof ignores him and walks towards the block to meet his fate.
"Lokir of Rorikstead" the list holder says
"No, you can't do thi-ah!" Lokir says but before he can continue I kick the back of his leg, pull him up and whisper "Don't bother running, they'll just bow you down, trust me, you won't die today"
"O-okay" he says before walking towards the block
"Stop colluding, prisoners!" Shouts the Female Captain.
"You there, step forward, who are you?"