Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140407190411/@comment-17114085-20140501043616

(Just to be clear, those weren't real legionnaires right?)

Harold and the other Nords continued killing the Thalmor inside the Keep, the made their way to the dungeons and found Thorald chained to a wall. A Thalmor interrogator was torturing him. "You bastard!" yelled Avulstein charging at the Thalmor.

"I told you to wait!" said Harold running after him. The two nords killed the interrogator with relative ease thanks to Wuuthrad. After that they unlocked the chains holding Thorald to the wall.

"Brother, you came for me." Thorald said.

"Of course, I would never let these damned elves keep you." said Avulstein.

"I have you to thank too stranger." said Thorald to Harold.

"No thanks needed." said Harold. He looted the interrogator's chest and took his key. He unlocked all the cells in the dungeon, the prisoners followed the nords out. They killed more Thalmor along the way as they made their way to the surface. Once outside the prisoners all when their separate ways. Thorald walked up to Harold.

"I cannot thank you enough for rescuing me from this place. I suspect I'd never again see the light of day otherwise. But why would you risk your life for me, a stranger?"

"Your mother asked me to help." said Harold.

"Ah I knew she would never accept the lie they told, that I was dead." said Thorald.

"So ready to head back to Whiterun?" asked Harold.

"I can't the Imperials and the Thalmor will be after me, they think that I am working for the Stormcloaks. They will never leave me be...Avulstein won't be safe either there either." said Thorald. "You know what we must to brother."

"Aye, I will go with you to Windhelm." said Avulstein.

"What? But wasn't the reason that you were kidnapped that they though you were a Stormcloak? So now you are joining? That doesn't make sense." said Lydia.

"They left us no other choice, we are not safe anywhere else. We must join. I'm sure they need a good smith, and a warrior like my brother. Please tell my mother that we are fine, tell her suffer the winter's cold wind..." said Thorald.

"I will, goodbye Thorald, Avulstein." said Harold. He looted all he, and Lydia, could carry from the Thalmor corpses then left for Whiterun.

(The Legendary of Sacre Tor, 2920, vol 01 - Morning Star, 500 septims, 12 lockpicks, elven light armor sets and steel weapons. some souls gems, some jewels.)