Zymora the Icenyro

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[Skyrim opens with an Imperial wagon driving four prisoners down a snowy
mountain pass. All are seated and bound; the one dressed in finery is gagged.]

Ralof: 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.

Lokir: Darn 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 half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me — we
shouldn’t be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.

Ralof: We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.

Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there!

[Lokir looks at the gagged man.]

Lokir: And what’s wrong with him?

Ralof: Watch your tongue! You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High
King.

Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion. But if
they captured you… Oh gods, where are they taking us?

Ralof: I don’t know where we’re going, but Sovngarde awaits.

Lokir: No, this can’t be happening. This isn’t happening.

Ralof: Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?

Lokir: Why do you care?

Ralof: A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.

Lokir: Rorikstead. I’m…I’m from Rorikstead.

[They approach the village of Helgen. A soldier calls out to the lead wagon.]

Imperial Soldier: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!

General Tullius: Good. Let’s get this over with.

Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me.

Ralof: Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like
the Thalmor are with him. Darn elves. I bet they had something to do
with this.

This 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.

[A man and son watch the prisoners pull into town.]

Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?

Torolf: You need to go inside, little cub.

Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers.

Torolf: Inside the house. Now.

[The wagon stops near the chopping block.]

Imperial Soldier: Whoa.

Lokir: Why are they stopping?

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

Lokir: No! Wait! We're not rebels!

Ralof: Face your de*th with some courage, thief.

[Under the Imperials' watchful eye, the prisoners start jumping out.]

Lokir: You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!

Imperial Captain: Step toward the block when we call your name. One at a time!

Ralof: Empire loves their darn lists.

Hadvar: Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm.

Ralof: It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!

Hadvar: Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead.

Lokir: No, I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!

[He makes a break for it.]

Imperial Captain: Halt!

Lokir: You're not going to k*ll me!

Imperial Captain: Archers!

[Lokir is downed with one bowshot.]

Imperial Captain: Anyone else feel like running?

Hadvar: Wait, you there. Step forward. Who are you?

[The player picks his/her character, prompting a race-related remark.]

Hadvar: Another refugee? Gods really have abandoned your people, dark elf. Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list.

Imperial Captain: Forget the list. He goes to the block.

Hadvar: By your orders, captain. I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to Morrowind. Follow the Captain, prisoner.

[The player goes to stand with the other waiting prisoners by the block.]

Tullius: Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use a power like the Voice to m**der his king and usurp his throne.

Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak: (grunting protest)

Tullius: You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos and now the Empire is going to put you down, and restore the peace.

[A distant noise rings down the mountainside.]

Hadvar: What was that?

Tullius: It's nothing. Carry on.

Imperial Captain: Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites.

Priestess of Arkay: 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--

[One of the prisoners from the lead wagon walks forward.]

Stormcloak Soldier: For the love of Talos, shut up and lets get this over with.

Priestess of Arkay: As you wish...

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

[They beh**d the Stormcloak, eliciting responses from the onlookers.]

Stormcloak Soldier 2: You Imperial b-words!

Vilod: Justice!

Ingrid: De*th to the Stormcloaks!

Ralof: As fearless in de*th as he was in life.

Imperial Captain: Next, the dark elf!

[Another cry rings out on the mountainside, this time much closer.]

Hadvar: There it is again. Did you hear that?

Imperial Captain: I said, next prisoner!

Hadvar: To the block, prisoner. Nice and easy.

[The player is brought to the chopping block. A large creature swoops over
the southern peaks, barreling toward Helgen.]

Tullius: What in Oblivion is that?

Imperial Captain: Sentries! What do you see?

Imperial Soldier: It's in the clouds!

[The creature, now seen as a dragon, lands on a tower, surprising everyone.]

Stormcloak Soldier: Dragon!

[The dragon uses its voice on the crowd, k*lling the headsman.]

Headsman: Nngh!

Tullius: Don't just stand there, k*ll that thing! Guards, get the townspeople to safety!

Ralof: Hey, dark elf. Get up! Come on, the gods won't give us another chance! This way!

[Ralof leads the player to a tower where the other prisoners are hiding.]

Ralof: Jarl Ulfric! What is that thing? Could the legends be true?

Ulfric: Legends don't burn down villages. We need to move, now!

Ralof: Up through the tower. Let's go! This way, friend! Move!

Stormcloak Soldier: We just need to move some of these rocks to clear the way!

[The dragon, Alduin, breaks in through the wall, blasting fire everywhere.]

Ralof: Get back!

Alduin: Toor shul! {"Inferno Sun"}

[They survey the damage when the dragon leaves.]

Ralof: See the inn on the other side? Jump through the roof and keep going! Go! We'll follow you when we can!

[The player proceeds alone, encountering the list-giver with some refugees.]

Hadvar: Haming, you need to get over here now! Thataboy. You're doing great! Torolf! Gods...everyone get back!

[They survive a blast of fire breath.]

Hadvar: Still alive, prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way. Gunnar, take care of the boy. I have to find General Tullius and join the defense.

Gunnar: Gods guide you, Hadvar.

Hadvar: Stay close to the wall!

[They take cover as a dragon perches right above.]

Alduin: Vol toor shul! {"Horror Inferno Sun"}

Hadvar: Quickly, follow me!

[They reach the main gate's carnage. Soldiers are firing arrows in vain.]

Vilod: Tell my family I fought bravely!

Tullius: Hadvar! Into the keep, soldier, we're leaving!

Hadvar: It's you and me, prisoner, stay close!

Imperial Soldier: D*e, dragon!

Imperial Soldier: How in Oblivion do we k*ll this thing? Just...d*e!

[Near the keep, Ralof is seen.]

Hadvar: Ralof! You darned traitor, out of my way!

Ralof: We're escaping, Hadvar! You're not stopping us this time.

Hadvar: Fine. I hope that dragon takes you all to Sovngarde.

Ralof: You, come on! Into the keep!

Hadvar: With me, prisoner! Let's go! Come on! We need to get inside!

[The player can pick who to follow from this point on, which determines the
enemies to the chapter's end.]

####################### IF YOU PICK HADVAR AS THE GUIDE ######################

Hadvar: Looks like we're the only ones who made it. Was that really a dragon? The bringers of the End Times? We should keep moving. Come here. Let me see if I can get those bindings off. There you go. Take a look around, there should be plenty of gear to choose from. I'm going to see if I can find something for these burns. You better get that armor on. Give that sword a few swings, too. Let's keep moving. That thing is still out there. Come on, this way.

Stormcloak Soldier: We need to get moving! That dragon is tearing up the whole keep!

Stormcloak Soldier 2: Just give me a minute...I'm out of breath...

Hadvar: Hear that? Stormcloaks. Maybe we can reason with them. Hold on now, we only want to...

[They draw their weapons.]

Hadvar: If you want to d*e, so be it.

[They k*ll the Stormcloaks.]

Hadvar: That's the end of that. Let's see if I can get that door open.

[They go downstairs, just in time for a collapsing roof.]

Hadvar: Look out! Darn, that dragon doesn't give up easy.

Stormcloak: What are you doing? We need to get out of Helgen now!

Stormcloak 2: The Imperials have potions in here. We're going to need them.

Hadvar: An old storeroom. See if you can find some potions. Might come in handy.

Hadvar: Done then? This way!

[Downstairs is a t*rture room where the workers are fighting Stormcloaks.]

Hadvar: A t*rture room. Gods, I wish we didn't need these...

T*rturer: You fellows happened along just in time. These boys seemed quite upset at how I'd been entertaining their comrades.

Hadvar: Don't you even know what's going on? A dragon is attacking Helgen!

T*rturer: A dragon? Please. Don't make up nonsense...although, come to think of it, I did hear some odd noises coming from over there.

Hadvar: Come with us. We need to get out of here.

T*rturer: You have no authority over me, boy.

Hadvar: Didn't you hear me? I said the keep is under attack!

T*rturer’s Assistant: Forget the old man. I'll come with you.

Hadvar: Wait a second, looks like there's something in this cage.

T*rturer: Don't bother with that. Lost the key ages ago. Poor fellow screamed for weeks.

Hadvar: See if you can get it open with some picks. We'll need everything we can get.

T*rturer: Sure, take all my things. Please.

Hadvar: Grab what you can and let's go.

T*rturer: There's no way out that way, you know...

[The player and his guide go further downstairs.]

Hadvar: Alright, let's see if we can find a way out. Let's see where this goes.

[They open a bridge into the tunnels, passing over before a rock breaks it.]

Hadvar: Darn it. No going back that way. I guess we're lucky that didn't come down on top of us. We better push on. I'm sure the others will find another way out.

[Following the stream leads to a dead end.]

Hadvar: Hmm, that doesn't go anywhere. I guess we'd better try this way.

[They k*ll a den of spiders nearby.]

Hadvar: What next, giant snakes?

[Nearby...]

Hadvar: Hold up. There's a bear just ahead. See her? I'd rather not tangle with her right now. We might be able to sneak by. Just take it nice and slow, and watch where you step. Or if you're feeling lucky, you can take this bow. Might take her by surprise. Go ahead. I'll follow your lead and watch your back.

[At the exit...]

Hadvar: This looks like the way out! I was starting to wonder if we'd ever make it.

[The player finally makes it out into fresh air.]

Hadvar: Wait!

[Alduin flies away overhead.]

Hadvar: Looks like he's gone for good this time. But I don't think we should stick around to see if he comes back. Closest town from here is Riverwood. My uncle's the blacksmith there. I'm sure he could help you out. It's probably best if we split up. Good luck. I wouldn't have made it without your help today. Listen, you should go to Solitude and join up with the Imperial Legion. We could really use someone like you. And if the rebels have themselves a dragon, General Tullius is the only one who can stop them.

[The two escapees set off down the road.]

About Icenyro Eggs

This egg is a living paradox. One side is cold enough for ice crystals to form, yet the other side is hot enough to see heat shimmers rise from it. As the Icenyro inside grows the egg will undergo changes. At times the ice crystals will dominate, while other times the heat melts away almost all the ice. No side ever disappears completely during this process. As the egg nears hatching the two extremes will become balanced, each occupying exactly half of the egg.

About the Icenyro Creature

The Icenyro possesses a very unique dual nature that expresses itself as it grows. When an Icenyro hatches it exhibits a strong affinity to ice. As it grows the ice affinity wanes and the fire portion of its nature begins to gain in strength. An adolescent Icenyro is balanced between the two sides of its nature, as evidenced by its eye color. The adult Icenyro is as strong in its affinity for fire as it once was for ice. At all stages the Icenyro possesses some small ice and fire magics. The magics for the strong affinity are the easiest to use, while the magics for the weak affinity are difficult and tiring to use. This means that adolescent Icenyro have a difficult time using these magics as their affinities are balanced. Very rarely an Icenyro is hatched who has its affinities swapped. These individuals are treasured and grow to become shamans of their clans.