As Logan kneeled and was forcefully pushed down onto the bloody pedestal, the Headsman slowly raised his axe. As it reached its peak, an earth-shattering roar echoed down the valley as a behemoth of a beast covered in abyssal black scales, countless sharp and pointy spikes, and featuring blood-red eyes flew towards Helgen far faster than such a creature should have been capable of, before slamming its body into the watchtower at the center of the fort, sending the top half of the watchtower tumbling down to the ground, where it promptly crushed a good number of the 'Stormcloak' soldiers that were still in their binds as well as the Priest and many Imperial Soldiers as well.
From there, it rose and spread out its wings as it rose its maw to face the sky and, with a deep breath, let out another earth-shaking shout towards the sky, one that had a visible effect as a force shot out from its mouth and into the sky.
The sky darkened as clouds appeared from thin air and created a vortex high in the sky above the dragon. That's when the rain and meteors started coming down.
Logan, knowing that this was his opportunity to escape, quickly rushed over to the headsman, who fell in the commission and struck his head on the pedestal, falling unconscious.
With the Headman passed out, Logan wasted no time using the Headman's axe to cut through his binds, so he grabbed the Headman's axe as a weapon. He had already tried to use his claws, but for some reason, he couldn't get them to come out, let alone feel them anymore. That's why he needed a different weapon.
The surrounding area was in chaos as Meteors fell to the ground, Stormcloaks and Imperial Soldiers fought, and Archers pelted the menacing dragon with arrows that merely bounced off its scales, serving only to piss it off.
"Mey joor! Zu'u fent naak hi!" The Dragon spoke as it flew through the sky before diving down to grab someone on the other side of the fort who was throwing balls of fire at it.
Not wasting a moment or the opportunity, Logan helped the 'Stormcloaks' around him, using the axe to rid them of their binds so they could fight. Once he freed who he could, he and those still alive retreated to a nearby intact watchtower to escape the meteors and Imperial Soldiers.
"What was that?! Can the legends be true?!" Ralof, the name of the Stormcloak who was in the wagon with Logan, shouted while asking.
"Legends don't burn down villages," Ulfric replied, tearing the gag over his mouth.
"We need to do something! We can't stay here!" Lokir, the man Logan saved before he could do something foolish, panicked.
Logan decided he had enough, "Listen up, we can't stay here. Even if those men outside take care of the Dragon, we will be sitting ducks. We need a way out of here."
"W-What about the main gate? Surely, we could escape through there?" Lokir suggested, pacing back and forth.
"Aye, it sounds like a good idea to me," one of the stormcloaks said.
"We could, but for that, we would not only need to make it past all of the Imperial Soldiers that will likely be in our way from here to the gate but also somehow avoid that Dragon; otherwise, we won't even make it to the gate," Logan said.
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Huh...I did not expect that...As I watched Logan rally the stormcloaks and watched the group storm out of the watchtower and rush for the gate, I realized that I had no idea how the AI and Aludin would react.
This was supposed to be a scripted prologue, but as was being proved before my eyes, players always try to find unintended methods to break the game.
At least I had the foresight to make it to where everything could run itself, though the NPCs would try to follow their 'paths' unless interrupted by the player.
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While part of my mind watched Logan, other fragments watched the other players as they caused chaos in the games they chose.
Focusing on Harley...I was met with something that I honestly was not expecting.
Harley, who was quite bound, could be seen dashing across the battlefield, chasing after Alduin, who seemed to be...avoiding her?
Checking her stats, I found that this was already her fourth run. She has died three times already...how?!
Rolling back, I started with where she started off.
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Slowly opening her eyes, Harley, who also chose to be a Nord, familiarized herself with her surroundings before snapping her wrist and pulling her hands out of her Bindings. She let out a giggle, and she did not even wait for a moment before she lunged at the wagon driver, putting them into a chokehold.
None of the Imperials even reacted as Harley, without thinking, choked the wagon driver's unconsciousness before stealing their sword and dagger. Excited and giggling, she tossed the sword to one of the men who were in binds in the cart with her, who just gawked at the events that happened before their eyes.
She didn't wait as she jumped off of the wagon, leaving the men behind as they hastily began to cut their bindings.
Rushing for the wagon ahead, she moved far faster than the slow pace the Wagons traveled, allowing her to jump onto the wagon, surprising the Stormcloak soldiers on board, and making them gasp.
"SHUT UP BACK THERE!" The Imperial Soldier driving the wagon shouted, turning around only to be met with a dagger that pierced through his eye and deep into his brain.
"Where's the dragons?!" Harley questioned, only to get an arrow to the throat as one of the sentries witnessed her actions.
As she choked on her own blood, she witnessed the Stormcloacks around her get up and flee, allowing Ulfric, Tolfdir, Lokir, and the four stormcloaks on the wagon to live another day.
Then, she immediately woke back up on the wagon.
The second time she died, she got crushed by Alduin.
The third time, she literally chased Alduin across all of Helgen before eventually getting smashed into the form of a pancake from a stray meteor.
Now, she was literally chasing the Eater of Worlds with inhuman agility as she chose to become a Khajiit this run, giving her a boost to her nimbleness and agility.
"Dir Joor!" Alduin shouted, sending an unrelenting shout that tore through multiple houses and the wall of the fort, crushing and breaking everything in its way; unfortunately for Alduin, Harley managed to dodge out of the way and continued chasing him.
"Come to mommy, my handsome boy!" Harley shouted with glee, disgusting Alduin, who snarled in response and sent a wave of fire at her, burning her to ash.
In her fifth run, she continued to harass the World Eater to the point where she was becoming a big enough distraction to allow most of the Stormcloaks and Imperials to escape the fort relatively unscathed.
In her sixth run, her determination was still at an all-time high when it came to chasing Alduin, so much to the point where she was actually learning all of Alduin's tactics and shouts, though the Meteor shower got her once again in this life.
By her seventh run, she actually managed to get Alduin annoyed enough to land and try to tear her apart with his teeth, where she promptly wasted no time in mounting the dragon and screaming, "I win!"
"RAH! Arragont mortal!" Alduin finally spoke the mortal tongue, flapping his wings as he forced himself to crash into a nearby building, throwing Harley off and burying her under the rubble.
When Harley opened her eyes again, she had a goofy and triumphant smile on her face.
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Observing everything that happened before my eyes, I honestly couldn't help but think that Harley would be a great stress tester for any games I make because I was definitely not expecting someone to attempt riding Alduin at the start of the game and actually manage to learn enough of his tactics and shouts to repeatedly dodge and escape from his attacks for a few minutes.
Alduin was to be the 'Last boss,' so I certainly did not consider a player learning Alduin's 'patterns' so early on. Then there were the...erotic noises Harley made while she was chasing down Alduin. I swear to god, if Zeus existed here, Harley would undoubtedly be a great follower, as I honestly believed that she was a believer in 'Every hole is a goal,' or in this case, 'Every cock is a goal,' even if said monsters and DRAGONS, were not designed for that purpose in mind, and therefore, had no such... extremities. A prime example of why I believe that? She slept with King Shark, of all people, a mutant who stands at ten feet tall and is a large muscular creature of a man who has a mutation that makes him into, can you guess? A shark.
Now that I think about it...maybe it's not people she's interested in, as is how strong they are. Shaking my head, I knew that letting my mind wander any further would likely be a risk to my sanity, as understanding crazy is just not possible nor healthy for anyone's mind.
Pulling my focus away from the crazy clown trying to dominate a Dragon, Alduin of all dragons at that, I instead moved on to my other customers, curious as to what kind of progress they had made.