As the wagon’s wheels drove, the sound of the creaks beneath and the thump of the horses’ hooves that pulls it made its way to the trail that leads to the prison where these passengers of the wagon will be delivered to and meet their end. “Ha! Didn’t expect we would get the biggest fish in the pond this easily” chuckled by the Imperial soldier whose man-handling the wagon. The very “passenger” of this is none other than the leader of the rebels, the man who started the brutal rebellion, the very head of the beast “Chillrends”, the Duke of Winterhold, Jarric Chillrend. He dons a long pale-blonde hair braided by the side and wears a dark-pale vestment with a breastplate with symbol claw of a sabretooth which is the signature mark of the Chillrend rebels. The skirmish that led him to his capture was a quick and tactically executed, like a hawk who skillfully strikes down its prey from above in an instant. “Hmph, it’s only a matter of time, thi

“Aaarghhh! It got me!” Screamed by an Imperial who got pounced on by a sinister-looking hound. The chaos continues as the creatures of darkness launches an unexpected attack at Skyhold as the esteemed soldiers of the Empire being decimated by a pack of undead hounds called death hounds. “There’s too many of them! The sentries and the frontal barricade at the entrance is infested of these things!” said by Ser Havard who is fighting in the ranks of General Tullium who is in the great hall. “Evacuate the staffs of the hold who is unarmed, and Gods forgive us we can’t do anything more about the other prisoners in here,” commanded by general. “How about the rebels, sir? Are we going to kill them now?” asked by the female captain. During the chaos, most of the prisoners have been dead being not able to defend themselves, but some of the duke’s men and himself got out of their captivity. “Grrr! You there, grab that sword be ready to cut your way thr

Geordan’s eyes widen as he saw his companion’s appearance under her helm, the captain is indeed a Shakirian, an Imperial native who dwells in the land south of the Empire, which has been colonized by the Empire long ago up until now. They’re common traits is that they have that tan skin, with a distinguished eye colors between ruby, dark brownish tint and a dark-yellowish glow. But in her case, she has that blue eye which can be the most common thing in the Empire and Skyreach. “She’s a half-Imperial?” Geordan’s thought as he stares at the captain. “What? Is there something on my face?” asked by Amaya as she looked back at him brows raised. “U-Uh, no… Well, let us be o-off then, Captain,” nervously replied by Geordan as he turned his gaze back. “No. I said you can just call me Amaya. I owe you that much since risked your life to aid me and help me realize this tragedy,” said by Amaya with a very serious and chivalrous expression.

The remaining Imperial forces led by General Tullium that was at the Skyreach’s oldest and largest prison hold, Skyhold, took a brief and well-deserved rest as they manage to drive off the creatures of darkness that attacked them during the execution of the rebellion’s mastermind Duke Jarric Chillrend. The motive of the attack is still unknown whether it was really a plot to free the duke or if there’s really another mysterious faction who will also join in the conflict that is happening at Skyreach. As the general and his men got their brief scouting and short respite after successfully driving-out the creatures that assaulted Skyhold, they plan on making their way back to their main headquarters at the capital of Skyreach which is the city of Fortitude.As they marched on, Ser Havard and Captain Amaya invited Geordan to come along with them for the time being. “As we proceed down the river, there is a village their called Riverton, and that’s my hometown. The general decided to leave