Ahhhhhh shit, waking up with a massive headache begins to become a habit.

Well, same question, where am I?

"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." (???)

Oh no, you’re joking right? He really made me start the game here…

"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell. You there... You and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants." (stupid little thief)

“Oh shut up, complaining about it won’t change the situation.” (Mars)

“Well, you sure are realist about all this brother, I’m Ralof, nice to meet you. “ (Ralof)

“Mars.” (Mars)

“Shut up back there” (Imperial soldier)

“And what’s wrong with him, huh?” (S.L.T.)

"Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." (Ralof)

"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?" (S.L.T.)

“They are taking us to Helgen to be executed, and if you don’t stop shouting and saying nonsense, you won’t have a chance to attain the city alive” (Mars)

"No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening." (S.L.T.)

"Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?" (Ralof)

"Why do you care?" (S.L.T.)

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home." (Ralof)

"Rorikstead. I'm... I'm from Rorikstead." (S.L.T.)

"General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!" (Imperial soldier)

"Good. Let's get this over with." (Tullius)

"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me." (S.L.T.)

"Look at him, General Tullius, the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this. This really is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe." (Ralof)

"Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?" (Little girl)

"You need to go inside, little cub." (Her dad)

"Why? I want to watch the soldiers." (Little girl)

"Inside the house. Now." (Her dad)

"Yes, papa." (Little girl)

"Whoa!" (Imperial soldier)

"Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!" (Imperial captain)

"Why are we stopping?" (S.L.T.)

"Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us." (Ralof)

"No! Wait! We're not rebels!" (S.L.T.)

"Face your death with some courage, thief." (Ralof)

"You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!" (S.L.T.)

"Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time." (Imperial captain)

"Empire loves their damn lists." (Ralof)

"Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm." (Hadvar)

"It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!" (Ralof)

"Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead." (Hadvar)

"No, I'm not a rebel. You can't do this!" (S.L.T.)

And here we go, one arrow in the back for the stupid little thief.

"Halt!" (Captain)

"You're not going to kill me!" (S.L.T.)

"Archers!" (Captain)

I’m dreaming, right? He just dodged that one? But it should have killed him on the spot! Ah well, he took the second right in the neck. Shit, they really can alter the scenario…

“Anyone else feel like running?" (Captain)

"Wait. You there. Step forward. Who are you?" (Hadvar)

“I’m Mars, a Breton. I was just passing the frontier when imperial soldiers jumped on me and knocked me out cold” (Mars)

"Captain. What should we do? He's not on the list." (Hadvar)

"Forget the list. He goes to the block." (Captain)

"By your orders, Captain. Follow the Captain, prisoner." (Hadvar)

"Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn't use a power like The Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne." (Tulius)

"*muffled grunts*" (Ulfric)

"You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos, and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace." (Tulius)

And here comes the first roar of Alduin, please make it so that I won’t be killed before he comes.

"What was that?" (Hadvar)

"It's nothing. Carry on." (Tulius)

"Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites." (Captain)

"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved..." (Priestess of Arkay)

"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with." (Stormcloak)

"As you wish." (Priestess)

"Come on, I haven't got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?" (Stormcloak)

And one head, one. Next is mine…

"You Imperial bastards!" (Stormcloak gal)

"Justice!" (???)

"Death to the Stormcloaks!" (??? (2))

"As fearless in death as he was in life." (Ralof)

"Next, the Breton!" (Captain)

And here it goes, the second roar…

“To the bloc, prisoner. Nice and easy.” (Hadvar)

Eh? What the fuck? Where is the roar? What the fuck is Alduin doing? Let’s loose a bit of time here or else I won’t have any more time to lose.

“Prisoner?” (Hadvar)

“Yes, could I have the priestess recommend my soul before I die?” (Mars)

“Captain?” (Hadvar)

“Just choose another one, we’ll do this one at the end so that the others don’t make a ruckus.” (Captain)

Phewwww, that was a close one. But where the fuck is Alduin?

*ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR*

Eh? Too close! This one is too close!

“Sentries? What in the world was that?” (Captain)

“It’s in the clouds!” (Sentry)

“RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN” (Mars)

“*ROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAR*” (Alduin)

Shit! Shit! Shit! Run! Run! Run!

Ouf, I’m in the donjon. Just wait for Alduin to break the wall.

“Someone to free my hands? It’s not easy to run with my hands in the back” (Mars)

“We don’t have weapons he…” (Ralof)

*Alduin breaks the wall*

Yes, here’s my way to freedom! Why does he look here? Shit…