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(Part two of the flashyback :D)

I grew up believing that the Empire was honourable, that the generals and their private men were heroes.

I only see now how oblivious us Legionaries are to the true horror...

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As the rain pounded against the window - the ceiling practically dripping - Gabriel couldn't help shaken his uneasiness off. They discovered immediately that Tryanus' person men filled the rooms, drinking through every last bottle of mead. As the two delved slightly deeper the stench of blood filled the air.

"This ain't right, Gabe." Duurak grumbled, "We shouldn't keep going anymore..."

"And leave a poor, innocent girl to die!?" Gabriel snapped, his fists clenching. "She doesn't deserve to die!"

"We've killed innocent soldiers!" Duurak retaliated, "They were thrown in here just like us. We are all murderers."

The Breton turned his head away, obviously still sore on the subject. He sighed, gesturing the Orc to follow.

"Fuck you." He seethed quietly as he obliged, following Gabriel further inside. They eventually passed the rooms of 'leisure' and dropped down from the ceiling, slowly making their way to the armoury.

''I need to know the truth... the real truth...''

They eventually came across the armoury, which was being used by several men. The door to the cellar was so close: they were nearly at the dungeon. The men were Tyranus' own soldiers, having an eerie conversation.

"Say, is that pretty little white thing still downstairs?" One of the men asked, dunking down his flagon. There and then, Gabriel knew they were keeping here.

"Enjoying herself with Cordius? Yeah. But keep your mouth shut: if they find out you'll never get your turn."

The Breton felt sick. These vile men - disgusting and putrid monsters - were living under the ploy of being a hero. Gabriel slowly drew his sword, sighing softly to himself.

Before they could react the Breton leapt out with his sword, thrusting his blade into one of their chests. Another lunged at him, but missed and was clubbed by Duurak. As the duo grabbed Gabriel from behind another stood in front of him with a dagger drawn.

Oh shit!

The Breton quickly pulled the man from behind over, resulting in the soldier accidentally killing his own man. Duurak finished off the last one, splattering blood across the wall.

"I...have to keep going." Gabriel panted, slowly making his way to the door. He was grasped by Duurak, however, who gave him a stern look.

"You mean we, right?"

The Breton shook his head, sighing."I need you to guard here. If I don't return, leave."

Before the Orc could interrupt he pushed him off, heading towards the door. As he stepped inside he took one last look behind before closing it shut.

...

The room was damp and dark, no sign it had been cleaned. Gabriel had expected some resistance but there was none, none at all.

This isn't right...

The Breton continued onwards, looking around the cells. Many were captured soldiers, but some were heretics and even previous generals: locked away because of insanity.

The fuck is wrong with this place?

As he slowly made his way through he eventually heard the cry of a young women, and immediately started into a sprint. As he kept running he witnessed Cordius casually sitting in front of her. The man slowly turned to face Gabriel, an anger in his eyes.

"I haven't finished, go away." He grumbled, before turning back to the Courier. Suddenly, he felt had a wrap around his neck, slowly squeezing him off air. He flailed in his attempt to shake him off, but eventually his eyes became lifeless and he collapsed to the floor.

Gabriel leant down, trying to look the girl in her eyes. She simply shivered in fear, uttering only a few words.

"Don't k-k-kill me..."

"I'm not here to hurt you..." The Breton murmured, "I'm here to get you out of here."

She looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

"I'm Gabriel..." He softly murmured, in an attempt to calm her: he didn't need her breaking down.

"Belwen."

"Alright Belwen, I want you to listen to me carefully." Gabriel sighed, "There is a broken window on the upper floor. Once you reach it, climb down the rope and head towards the southern gate. Then head into the sewer and escape into the countryside."

The Bosmer nodded, slowly rising to her feet. She collapsed to the ground, crying.

"They used m-me..." Belwen cried softly as the Breton picked her up, "I-I told them I w-was inncoent!"

Gabriel hushed her, trying to comfort her. He started to make his way back towards the window, assuming that was where Duurak was waiting.

I can't believe this went without a hitch!

He eventually made it to the window, finding Duurak wasn't there. He looked around for a few moments, before letting Belwen walk towards the window.

"T-Thank you again." She stuttered, looking more terrified than before. She slowly made her way down the window, before disappearing into the sewer. Gabriel sighed in relief, before heading downstairs.

Where are you, Duurak?

The Breton continued onwards, before eventually discovering the soldiera surrounding Tyranus and the Orc. He was gagged and bound... next to a headsman.

N-NO!

As he started to sprint towards it he was grabbed by a Redguard man, who kept a firm grasp on him. "I'm sorry, Gabe: but he is a traitor."

Gabriel watched as they severed his head from his body, collapsing to the ground. This was his fault.

He trusted me... And I failed...

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Gabriel sat down against a wall, now more traumatised than before. He glanced over to see Talin and Ragnar, but didn't bother going over...he needed time to reflect.