Ralof: You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.

Lokir [Agitated]: Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. The 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 1 [Angered by the conversation]: Shut up back there!

[Lokir looks at a gagged man.]

Lokir: And what's wrong with him, huh?

Ralof [Snappy at the start]: Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.

Lokir [Dreadful]: 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.

[Pause for about 5 seconds.]

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. Imperial Soldier 2, manning the gate, calls out to the lead wagon.]

Imperial Soldier 2: General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!

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

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

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

Ralof: 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.

Haming: Yes, papa.

Imperial Soldier 1: Whoa!

Imperial Captian: Get these prisoners out of the carts. Move it!

Lokir: Why are we stopping?

Ralof: Why do you think? End of the line.

Ralof: Let’s go. Shouldn’t keep the gods waiting for us.

Lokir [Distressed, Desperate to escape]: No! Wait! We’re not rebels!

Ralof: Face your death with some courage, thief.

Lokir [Distressed, Desperate to escape]: You’ve got to tell them! We weren’t with you! This is a mistake!

Imperial Captain: Step towards the block when we call your name one at a time.

Ralof: Empire loves their damn lists.

Hadvar: Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm.

Ralof: It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric!

Hadvar: Ralof of Riverwood.

Hadvar: Lokir of Rorikstead.

Lokir [Majorly Distressed]: No, I’m not a rebel. You can’t do this!

[Lokir attempts to flee via running away.]

Imperial Captain: Halt!

Lokir: You’re not going to kill me!

Imperial Captain: Archers!

[The archer strikes Lokir with an arrow, killing Lokir.]

Imperial Captain: Anyone else feel like running?

Hadvar: Wait. You there. Step forward.

Hadvar: Who are you?

Hadvar: You’re a long way from home. What’re you doing in Skyrim?

Hadvar [To Imperial Captain]: 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.

Hadvar: I’m sorry. We’ll make sure that your remains are returned home.

Hadvar: Follow the Captain, prisoner.

[The Prisoner follows the Captain, they walk to a chopping block with an executioner waiting to spill blood.]

General Tullius: Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero. But a hero doesn’t use a power like the voice to murder his king and usurp his throne.

Ulfric Stormcloak: (Muffled Grunts)

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

[A faint Dragon roar can be heard, echoing around Helgen.]

Hadvar [Questioning General Tullius]: What was that?

General Tullius: It’s nothing. Carry on.

Imperial Captain [Energetically agreeing]: Yes, General Tullius.

Imperial Captain [Sternly]: Give them their last rites.

Priestess of Arkay: As we commend your souls to Aetherius…

[Stormcloak Soldier 1 impatiently interrupts her.]

Stormcloak Soldier 1: For the love of Talos, shut up and let’s get this over with.

Priestess of Arkay: As you wish.

[Stormcloak Soldier 1 Walks up to the chopping block, promptly waiting ready to get beheaded.]

Stormcloak Soldier 1 [Impatiently]: Come on! I haven’t got all morning!

[Stormcloak Soldier 1 gets pushed down to get beheaded.]

Stormcloak Soldier 1: My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?

[The executioner brings a swift strike to behead Stormcloak Soldier 1.]

Stormcloak Soldier 2 [Agitated]: You Imperial Bastards!

Vilod: Justice!

Ingrid: Death to the Stormcloaks!

Ralof: As fearless in death as he was in life.

Imperial Captain: Next, the unnamed prisoner!

[A Dragon’s roar can be heard but louder this time.]

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

Imperial Captain: I said, next prisoner!

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

[The prisoner walks to the block, and waits to get felled by the general.]

[The dragon, named Alduin now flies above Helgen.]

General Tullius: What in Oblivion is that?

Imperial Captain: Sentries! What do you see?

[As she speaks, Alduin flies onto the nearby tower.]

Imperial Soldier 1: It’s in the clouds!

[The Imperials now unsheath their weapons and prepare for combat.]

Stormcloak Soldier 2: Dragon!

Alduin [To Unnamed Prisoner]: Do-va-kin (Draconic for Dragonborn)

Executioner: Augh!

General Tullius:

General Tullius: Guards, get the townspeople to safety!

Preistess of Arkay: (Groans in pain)

Alduin: Ro Da! (Draconic Shouting that knocks people down to the ground.)

Imperial Soldier 1: How in Oblivion do we kill that thing?

Ralof [To “Dragonborn”]: Hey you. Get up! Come on, the Gods won’t give us another chance!

[END]

The Dragonborn can now control their character and is prompted to escape Alduin at Helgen.