Prologue Continued.

It’s a lovely sunny day in the city of Bruma. The children are playing, the guards are patrolling, and the traders are selling and buying in the market. A man is getting ready to leave the city. He is a Nord named Orion Beo-Wulf. He is preparing to leave Cyrodiil to go to Skyrim to join the Imperial Legion to help in the Civil War effort and quell Ulfric Stormcloak’s rebellion. “Mother you worry too much I’ll be fine” He said to his adopted mother, an imperial woman by the name of Mariantula Cecimius. “It’s just that what if something kills you on your way to Solitude or during your service in the Legion'' Mariantula said to Orion. “Mother, you know how many bounties I did for the count? And also you served in the Penitus Oculatus when you were young. I can handle myself” Orion replied. “I know but a mother is always worried about her son but I suppose you’re right since I did serve in the Penitus Oculatus so you joining the legion in Skyrim isn’t really any different” Mariantula said. “ Well I’d best be off. I love you mother” Orion said. “I love you too, son,” Mariantula said as they. And with that he waved goodbye and headed off to Pale Pass to go to Skyrim.

It wasn’t long before he reached the Pale Pass Border between Cyrodiil and Skyrim. The guards at the border stopped him. “Excuse me sir! What is your business at the border?” The Imperial Legate in charge said. “I wish to cross the border into Skyrim” Orion replied. “Okay but we just don’t let anyone cross the border, you’ll either need official papers or some other justification for your passage” The Legate said. “I have them right here” He said as he pulled them out of his pack. “Let’s see here… the Emperor’s signature… Septim wax stamp at the bottom… Everything seems to be in order, welcome to Skyrim!” The Legate said. “Thank you sir” Orion replied. And with that he crossed the border into Skyrim to join the Imperial Legion and defeat the Stormcloaks.

“So this is home, Skyrim… it’s quite beautiful” Orion said as soon as he crossed the border. “Right now to find Solitude” He said before heading out. He walked in the direction of what he thought was Solitude. “Where am I even going?” He asked himself before checking his map. “Damn it! I’m all the way out here in Eastmarch, not even close to Haafingar! I need to find a place to stay or else mother might be right and something might kill me…Darkwater Crossing is nearby I suppose that will have to do perhaps the residents might be friendly enough and let me stay with them then they can point me towards Solitude” He decided to head there. As he was walking he saw people in the distance they seemed to be running towards him. As they wooshed by he saw that they were Stormcloaks. Then he saw Imperial soldiers running towards him. “I see another one!” One of them said. “Gods Damn it!” Orion said knowing they were talking about him as he ran away from them. He then saw the Stormcloaks including Ulfric Stormcloak all huddled together surrounded by many Imperial soldiers. Then he saw the mighty General Tullius in his mighty Legion General Armor. “Ulfric Stormcloak, You couldn’t run from us forever. You are guilty of insurrection, murder of Imperial citizens, the assassination of King Torygg, and high treason against the Empire. It's over. You are traitors and will die traitors' deaths. Stand down and face public execution, or advance and face summary execution by my hands.” General Tullius said. “Stand down men! Very well General We surrender” Ulfric raised up his hands in surrender while his men and another man who didn’t look like a stormcloak did the same. “What in Oblivion is going on?!” Orion asked himself. He looked around to see a fist aiming towards them before losing consciousness. “Smart move Ulfric, now soldiers bind them all and gag Ulfric as well.” Tullius said. “Yes sir!” All the soldiers said. Then they bound them all including Orion as they thought he was a Stormcloak and they bound and gagged Ulfric. “Wait! That man! He is not with us!” One of the Stormcloaks said referring to Orion. “Shut up and into the Cart!” One of the Soldiers said. “I’m telling you he isn’t with us!” He said again. The Imperial Soldier drew his sword “We can do this the easy way or the hard way” he said. Ulfric looked at him as if to say “Ralof it isn’t worth it.” Ralof nodded to Ulfric and went into the cart. The Imperial Soldier took that as a “I pick the easy way” and climbed into the driver's seat of the cart “Hadvar, come with us to Helgen soldier,” Tullius said to an Imperial Soldier. “I thought we were taking them to Cyrodiil, to boost morale,” Hadvar said. “To boost morale yes, but also to give the Thalmor an advantage” Tullius replied. “Yes Sir!” Hadvar said as he took one of the Legions spare horses. Then they were off.