Chapter Two Part Three
The road to Solitude was uneventful as they passed the impressive stone carved bridge at Dragonbridge. True to its name the small settlement was built on the side of a gorge that was spanned by a stone bridge. In its centre was a dragons head that seemed to warn travellers as they entered Dragonbridge. Talking to several locals they found out the Solitude was barely an hours walk away.
Approaching the city gates, situated as they were in the tall, thick walls of Solitude, a most Imperial looking city in Skyrim, Se’rith was told by an exultant guard that she was just in time for the execution. Asking him why he sounded so elated at someone’s death he told her that the person being executed was a former guard called Roggvir. He had played a crucial role in the murder of King Torygg by first allowing Ulfric Stormcloak into the city and then assisting in his escape. Traitors to the Empire deserved death, he virtually spat out that last comment. He waved them through and just inside the main gate a crowd was gathering as a man in threadbare garments was being pushed and manhandled by a pair of burly guards. Several members of the crowd were booing and hissing at him. Several children were throwing rotten produce at him as they ascended a small dias where the executioners bloack awaited. A small rectangle of brown, blood stained wood.
A guard captain pushed the prisoner to his knees before the block as the executioner, a large hooded man wielding the largest axe Se’rith had ever seen, its bearded blade also darkly stained with blood. The captain read out the man’s crimes and called him an embarassment to all Nords. A betrayer of the legacy of Tiber Spetim who had founded the Empire. To his credit the prisoner shouted out his firmly held belief that the Empire was the betrayer and that the Stormcloaks fought for and in the interests of Skyrim. He shouted out Ulfric’s innocence claiming that Torygg had been slain in the honoured Nord tradition of single combat. Such blasphemous words brought more cat calls from the crowd and demands for blood. The captain nodded towards the executioner and with a practised move he raised his axe into the Solitude air and held for a split second before he leant all his strength to bring the blade down upon the condemned mans neck. The blade did its work at the first time of asking and it sliced through till it embedded itself in the wooden block with a thud. Red blood spurted from the man’s neck and it showered the front row of spectators with a fine red mist. Roggvir,s head rolled away until the captain picked it up by the hair and claimed loudly that all traitors to the Empire would meet the same end! With that he set the head on a spike that would soon be adorning the main gate as further warning.