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Adrim showed Walker to his room and the night went by smoothly... That was until Walker woke to the sound of Jorn! "Fus!" The two Stormcloaks flew agains the wall, while Adrik yelled, Take his voice! It must be mine, a true King of Skyrim will bare the Thu'um just as his father did! Jorn was shackled to the tabled but he looked deep into Adrik's eyes as the two began to shout at eachother at the same time!!!

Something clicked in Jorn's head something about the way of the voice, "FUS... RO!!!!" Adrik was shouted into pieces and the Stormcloaks were knocked unconcious. The Necromancer woman was missing but the chains on Jorn had been broken, sitting up slowly the ruins were caving in, "WALKER? WALKER HELP!!!" Jorn couldn't stand on his own he needed Walker, he needed his friend.

(Its spelled thu'um)

(I was wondering why they just jumped in)

Urlog, the Whiterun Guard
Few guards were walking around as it was past midnight, but strong footsteps walked closer and Sadur would be able to see a man with a yellow soul, the same one from before without a helmat this man was an Imperial Race, Windhelm Guard. "You killed my best friend scum, the brother of my wife! How dare you... You will rot in here forever I hope you know that."

Just then a loud noise could be heard off in the distance, the earth shook just a little and Urlog looked up at the stairwell. "Well in any case, you would rot in here... But since you know the truth, you need to be silenced. This way my wife's brothers killer is dead and the only man who knows what I did will be dead. Crushing two stones with one hammer as the saying goes!" Unlocking the cell, Urlog attacks, and you without weapons what does Sadur do? Escape to find proof, or kill a bad man and be yourself branded a criminal?

Before the man could draw Sadur performed a roundhouse to his throat to disable him for a moment, and while the man clasped his throat he shoved him to the ground and sprinted up the stairwell, making for the exit.

Urlog, Windhelm Guard
The first round house made contact but before Sadurs second move could connect, Urlog dodge to the side and slammed his mace into Sadurs spine. The attack through him to the ground but you were halfway outside of the cell, "feisty for a Red Guard aren't you?" Urlog choked out.

(Dude you could no get back up that fast from a kick to the throat, I can tell you that.)

(The point is to have them grasp their throat because they can't breathe. Forget it. I am done.)

Walker ran to Jorn's location as fast as he could and saw what was happening. "What the... Peaceful protest my ***!" Walker shouted. "Let me guess, they just wanted your abilities? Well, in any case, I got you into this, so I might as well get you out, I suppose." Walker than picked Jorn up and started to run out of the ruins.

The ruins collapses behind them as Walker just barely escaped saving both of them. "Th.... Thanks..." Jorn panted, worn out from the shout and in pain from being carried so roughly out of a collapsing structure. "On the bright side, I learned the second word in my shout... Oh and this..." Jorn held up Adrik's head from when he had shouted the man apart.

(My character was essentially just killed. So I mean, yeah.)

(No but with the supposed force he would not move giving the fuard time to kill him.)

(Yes with a broken or bruised backbone Sadur could move. You must have a skeleton mad of diamond.)

Urlog
Raising his mace to finish Sadur off an arrow slid between his eyes and a female red guard stood there wearing the Black Windhelm armor, "we... We don't kill prisoners..." She had killed Urlog, assuming by her horrified expression she wasn't supposed to kill guards either.

Sadur put his fists to the ground attempting to push himself up but felt excruciating pain in his back. He slammed against the ground and sat completely still, unable to move. His pain also kept him from uttering a word, such as his silence could say.

Lona, Red Guard Windhelm Guard
The red guard woman pulled out a potion feeding it to Sadur, "HELP! WE NEED HELP DOWN HERE!" As the other guards rushed down she explained what happened, "Urlog just attacked him, I had too put him down..." She would be fired from the guard service but Sadur was free and received 50 gold as compensation for what happened along with an additional healing potion.

"Thanks." He groaned out as he pushed up with much difficulty. Sadur was sent from the prison and still felt the injury heavily. He leaned upon the wall as he exited the room. He winced as he walked on his own and at a crawling pace made his way to the tavern, where he might get a time to rest. Upon entering the room he felt the heat from it and mad his way to a chair with a back, which he leaned heavily on as he sat down.

When Jorn and Walker made it back it was morning and shops were just starting to open up, "we're finally back..." Making their way to the Hall of Kings they met with the Jarl and his Court Wizard and were paid handsomely, 150 gold each! Heading back to the Tavern Jorn laid on the bed. "You look pretty banged up Sadur," he chuckled with his mostly broken left hand, right leg, and ribs... "Was the money really worth this?"

"I am very sorry," Craiye said, who decided to follow the others. "I feel that it was my fear that caused your run-in with the Stormcloaks, but at least they're taken care of... But, I had no idea the Jarl had such a temper."

"Hmph, it looks like there is evil on both sides of the spectrum," Walker mentioned.

"Is there something I can do to repay you besides the money?" Craiye asked. "I fear that might not be enough."

"I might not fight again friend, I got this by getting arrested. I shall explain later." He said groaning as he spoke. Centered in his lower back was the injury, and thus he clasped it and hated every second of the day from this point on. Sadur found himself suddenly overcome with a thirst, so he waved over the barkeep. "Get me an ale." He said to the person who came over.