As the man known as Doombringer rode into the village, chained to other prisoners like a dog on a leash, he wondered if his allies would rescue him anytime soon. Doombringer was a Nord. Dark skin, athletic build, brown mohawk, and enough rage in every fiber of his being to murder every Imperial that tried to stop him from doing the only thing he was raised to do: take over the land of Skyrim.
The wagon stopped, and all the prisoners, plus Doombringer, stepped out. He looked ahead and saw nothing but Imperials everywhere. It made him sick to his stomach. He couldn't help but think of all the ways that he could slaughter all of these pathetic idiots. But since he was in chains, he could only hope that some miracle was to happen that would save him from these Inperials.
And something did happen. A minute after the first prisoner was beheaded, there was an explosion at the gates. Then there were the thousands of Rebels that came through. Every one of them had war paint on. Except for one. She was the woman warrior known as Kuro. Doombringer wished that she was his wife, but it would never happen, because his love was worthless when there were Imperials to kill. Kuro quickly got off of her horse and cut Doombringer's chains off with her short sword.
"Hurry Doombringer. We have to leave before reinforcements come." Kuro said in the most ignorant of tones. But he didn't mind, because he was in a hurry to kill.
"Let's go!" He said.
After they got through the gates, Doombringer asked something that, if he was an Imperial, would have gotten him beheaded.
"Who brought the explosives?"
"Why, the cat guy did, of course." She responded.