"Commander Björn the draugr have broken the first line of defense, their at the gates!" Björn didn't look around at the soldier who had addressed him, and continued gazing down at the battle below from his perch on the wall. the soldier stepped from one foot to the other impatiently his armor creaking as he did so, "commander your orders?". Björn jumped down from the wall landing on the stone street, his bear skin cloak flapping in the updraft. "Where in Talos are the damn mages?" he shouted angrily. The soldier stood steadfast his battered guardsman helm concealing the fear on his face, "Dead sir, their ship was attacked by a dragon just off port". At this the anger dissipated from Björns bearded face and instead it was expressionless like stone, though his eyes betrayed his fear. "Damn those fools, can the entirety of the collage not hold off a simple dragon!"he said whilst now putting on an iron breast plate he had picked up from a pile of armor at the foot of the wall. The soldier was about to reply but he was cut short as a scream, shouts and a massive crash erupted from the distance. The commander unsheathed a claymore from his back and he gestured towards the direction of the blue palace. "come on, that must have been the gate. we need to join the third line of defense at the palace!" the soldier saluted, "yes sir!" he replied.

The entrance to the blue palace was bustling with activity. men and women alike were donning armor and weapons, and archers were readying their bows. "commander Björn there you are, get behind the barricades quickly!". Björn looked up and spotted Ulfrik stormcloak gesturing to him to get to the gates. He ran as well as the soldier following him, and they made it just before the draugr horde ran into view. "RU NAHL MUZ, MU FEN WAHL FIN KRUZIIK YOL. KRII JUL, AHRK RUZ SULEYK WAH FAAL DOVAKIIN!" the voice speaking in dragon tongue boomed shaking the ground under the defenders feet. the speaker stepped forward out of the horde of draugr who had now stopped and were standing, their dead eyes looking up at the blue place and its human defenders. The speaker was a huge draugr standing well over 8 feet tall, it was wearing blackened armor which was streaked red with blood. on its face it wore a gold mask, within the dark eye holes of the mask it looked as if two bright flames burned ferociously.

To be continued....

Something I wrote randomly this morning. its meant to be set in the events after the main story in skyrim.