Prologue: "If they really are going to attack Whiterun they already would have!''

A Windhelm soldier said

A stormcloak meeting was going on. Galmar Stone-Fist thren said, "Ulfric, for the love of Talos what do we do???'' "We will send a march. Gather all our best men to infiltrate -and destroy- the closest Thalmor base to Whiterun" Ulfric Stormcloak then said.

Sajiin Salone, a very skilled fighter in the Stormcloak army was recruited for the march.

I am a nord who uses super heavy armour (dwemer) and a warhammer, I joined the stormcloaks and fought bravely, I was awarded a lot of medals, and got recruited by Ulfric to be on the March.

"Yeah... Is this out post a fort, or one of those twisted thalmor caves?"

"Winterhold camp is the nearest to whiterun?"

{Post to light in the darkness}

(sorry. whiterun i mean)

"We are leaving no-"

Suddenly, we heard war cries nearby.

A Stomrcloak soldier, with an arrow in the knee, said: "The Falmer! They are attacking!)

"The Thalmor are attacking already? Did you intagate an attack?"

"They are marching here now! We must defend the walls!

"Galmar look out!"
Galmar: Wha-

an arrow then went through Galmar's chest, killing him.

"Ha, good thing, Galmar thought too much about politics! Now to take care of Ulfric."

"Ulfric is on our side!"

"He is on yours, but not mine, hail the legion!"

"Let's go, Shar," I, a golden-scaled Argonian named Gol'diir, said. I was also a legion spy, and a good friend with Shar.

I have mixed armor: a Hide Helmet, Steel Armor, Iron Boots, and Elven Guantlets of Sure Grip, making my Dwarven greatsword better.