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"Huh? ...You're right," Walks-Among-Smoke said. "You think, maybe, we were lied to? Should we greet them peacefully?"

Jorn scratched his chin, "I don't know there is still the chance that they are mages... I guess it is your call."

"Hmph! I don't want to take the chance," Walker said. "...But if I'm wrong, then we could be in trouble. Let's greet them peacefully for now, but keep our weapons close."

"If you want, one of us can go in there and the other supports from up here...?"

"Sounds like a plan," Walker said. The next thing Jorn knew, Walker stood right behind him and pushed him, telling him to take the plunge.

Jorn
Um... Acrobatics check... It's a pretty far way down. 1-10 Jorn Dies, 11-17 He is badly injured, 18-19 he is slightly injured, 20 he is completely fine....

Slamming onto the rock bellow, it was about a sixty to eighty foot drop and now at least one of his legs were broken, his fingers on one hand were smashed, and he had almost every rib crushed... He would live, but he couldn't move. The Stormcloaks supporter went to examine the mangled body of Jorn.

((OOC: Woah... I guess it was farther down than I thought. I thought this was going to be a comical scene, but I guess not.))

Walker ran down to Jorn to talk to him. The first thing he said was "Sorry, I'm a fighter, not a talker. ...Uh, Jorn?" After looking at him for a while, he realized he was hurt. "...oops." Walker gave him a potion that he got from the burnt village yesterday, hoping it would help. He then took one of his axes... and cut a deep gash into his left arm. "ARGH! It is customary for one to punish themselves when they do wrong where I come from."

OOC: I'm sorry, a little TOO extreme?

Jorn
Jorn felt less in pain but he knew his left hand needed to be set as did his right leg. "You... Are a son of a..."

Stormcloak Soldier
"We've got a healer inside," one of them said to Walker and Jorn.

"What possessed you to do such a thing?" The other asked, "and why were you out here in the first place...?"

"We came because, apparently, we heard the Stormcloaks were trying to rise against the empire again, however that looks to be false," Walker said. "Also, I pushed him cause I underestimated the steepness of the cliff. I didn't mean to hurt him."

Stormcloak
"We are starting an uprising, a peaceful protest that will shaking the very foundation of Skyrim!" The one guy high fives the other, "would you like a flyer?"

"Hmmm, sure," Walker said. Walker took one of the fliers and while they weren't looking, he crumpled it up and threw it away. He didn't really care. "So, this peaceful rebellion. Is this, like, a protest or something? Is there a problem you have with the current Jarl?"

Stormcloaks
"Not just a problem with the Jarl, but the Empire itself! Adrik Stormcloak is the rightful king of Skyrim and now he is going to prove it, one petition signature at a time!"

The other Stormcloak was using a wheel-barrel to get Jorn inside the Dwarven Ruins, he was fading in and out of conciousness because of the blood loss.

"...Okay," Walker said, following them into the ruins.

Adrik Stormcloak
They laid Jorn down and looked over to a man doing some paperwork, "He is in good hands Argonian..." A man walked out with fine cloths and a bear skin wrap. "Fear not, I have a very powerful Cleric... She will help your friend." A dark elf walks in, the same dark elf Necromancer from the woods but neither Jorn nor Walker had seen her... Only Sadur and he was, somewhere else. "Oh my... Mr. Whiterun Guard, you. You give off a power that hasn't been felt since the Argonian from Markarth first shouted a thume at Alduin..." Adrik knew Jorn was the next Dragonborn.

He paused, "my father tried to teach me but I only had time to learn the first two before Ulfric sent my mother and I into hiding in Whiterun...." He smiled, "have you learned Ro yet?" Jorn was unconcious, but from what Walker could see, the Whiterun Guard was in good hands.

"Wait! I know you!" Walker shouted.

...

...

"You were at the bar that one day. We got into a fist fight. You knocked a few teeth out of my mouth. And you STILL haven't given me... wait... oh, nevermind, I don't know you. I was thinking of someone else."

Adrik Stormcloak
"Let my... Cleric work in him, if you'd like my Stormcloaks can show you to a guest room for the night?"

"Yeah, I suppose you could," Walker said. "And don't treat my arm wound. That's me punishing myself. If you heal it, I won't learn from my mistake."

Fine. *mad/disappointed face*

(The dov in the lore of elder scrolls have no gender, they do not mate. They are the children of akatosh, in other words he created them all. Nerd levels through the roof)