No Hero - Entry 1
Just a playthrough/journal type narrative. Purely for fun, no crazy convoluted plots here.
I was unsure whether it was the thunderous roar or the tremors that follows after that awoke me. One thing was for certain, I saw something I shouldn't have emerged from Helgen...
Though I was reluctant, my curiosity wouldn't allow me to sit idly at the camp.
Upon arrival, the ruin of Helgen unfold before my eyes.
There were a few burned corpses here and where, but nowhere near the population of a town.
A search around the fort was not in vain, for I stumble upon a hard leather journal that wasn't completely burned. According to the manual, there's suppose to be underground tunnel that acts as an escape route if there was ever an emergency.
Wasn't sure why I decided to go down. Did I thought I would've been a hero or something if I were to help out some survivors? Whatever the reason was, it was stupid, for the ceiling behind me collapse, preventing me from going back out.
This place was more of a prison than a fort; the more I walk, the creepier it got. I swear, if something were to pop out I'll fucking p...
???: Hey! You there! You with the Imperial?
Vincent: No, who are you? Where is everyone? ...and why don't you have any clothes on...?
???: The name is Rusli, was a Stormcloak until I got caught. Imperials, cowards, everyone of them. All they do is eat and fuck all days, run when there is a sign trouble. Just a little tremor and they thought it's the end of the world.
Rusli: Anyway, there should be some picks over at the counter. See if you can get them and pop open this lock.
Vincent: Okay, just hang tight.
Vincent: A little to the right...follow by a left turn
Vincent: Just a...little...more....
Vincent: Actually, on second thought...why are you behind bars again...?
Rusli: Were you not paying attention? I've fucking told you already. I serve under Ulfric, the one true king. I fight to free Skyrim from those damn Imperials.
Vincent: What if you're lying? How would I know you're not a bandit or marauder, and you won't kill me the moment you set foot outside?
Rusli: Are you an idiot? I'm a Stormloack, this is a Imperial fort. I'm a prisoner of war, why else I would be here?!
Vincent: Okay, how about this. You turn around and let me thoroughly examines you, make sure you don't have any raider tattoos. After that, I'll hand you a lock pick so you can bust yourself out.
Rusli: Uh no? Pretty sure you just want to look at my ass.
Vincent: Okay, your choice, I'll be on my way.
Rusli: Alright! Alright...Sheesh...I'm already naked, there isn't much you can't see anyway...
Rusli: Happy? No tats, I'm not in to that shits.
Vincent: Can you move closer? It's really dark in here, can't see a darn thing.
Rusli: There, but I'm not going any closer than that.
Vincent: There is fine.
Vincent: ...Is that..?!
Rusli: Huh?...W..what?
Vincent: Wait, hold still!
Rusli: I...I think you're looking at a birthmark or ...something. I don't have any tattoo...
Rusli: Agh!
Vincent: Yea, you're right, it was just a mole.
Rusli: I...I can't...
Rusli: Wait...wait pull it out!
Vincent: Here you go, one pick lock
Rusli: ...
Vincent: I'll see ya around.
To be continue...
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