You can feel the blood drain from your face as you watch the Headsman deftly behead a Stormcloak prisoner - obviously there would be no jail time for traitors.
"Next, the Nord," announced the Imperial Captain, pointing toward you.
As if in a trance, you set yourself down before the Headsman... his ax raised high... your eyes shut tight...
Suddenly the ground trembles, you can hear screaming and panic all around you. Eyes opening you behold a vision out of the darkest of nightmares - a jet black dragon perched on the watchtower, breathing blasts of fire down upon the town before soaring to the skies, circling just above!
Terrified, you find the ax that almost ended your life nearby - using the blade to cut your bindings, you grip the execution ax as your own weapon and run towards the city gate!
"Nothing kills it! Keep firing! To the Keep, to the Keep! Mara preserve us!"
You keep running, blindly dodging falling debris and rocks, not even sure of where you're going anymore when you feel your footing fall away and you tumble through darkness as the ground collapses beneath you!
...
"Oh my head," you groan, pushing yourself off the rocky ground. Your prison clothes, already ragged to start, must have been torn up during your fall and lie in shreds at your feet. For the moment though total nudity is the least of your concern - you find yourself in an underground burial chamber; you can see several coffins lining the walls and a large, obviously important sarcophagus displayed at the rear.
Picking up your large battleaxe, you shake off the aches of your fall and curiously explore the large room. Towards the back, near the sarcophagus, is a large stone wall with a lot of strange characters etched into it, like an unknown language.
You feel strange as you step close to it - one of the 'words' in particular seems to demand your attention. To you it just looks like a series of scratch marks but after a moment you somehow know, without a doubt, that its spelling the word 'Fus'.
"This is so strange..." you mutter. You shiver slightly, skin taunt in the chilly underground air. "Now... there must be a way out of here..."
No sooner had you started looking for the exit when to your shock and horror the cover of the sarcophagus was roughly thrown off and a tall, black-armored zombie with cold, glowing blue eyes emerged! |