All was silent in the Blue Palace as the Stormcloak captain held the Lady Elisif hostage on her throne, nobody daring to do a damn thing. It was practically empty in the great hall... Except it wasn't.
While everything was going on, nobody had noticed the tall, blond haired Breton knight dressed in the uniform of a Stormcloak, his face hidden by the typical helmet worn by most soldiers in Ulfric's army. Liam had been eyeing the captain in absolute fury, his hand clenched around the pale milky white blade known as Duty hanging on his belt so hard that his knuckles turned white as he stood directly behind the guard captain holding his employer hostage. "Come on, turn around... It only takes one quick move to screw up, you Talos worshipping bastard..."
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Twenty minutes earlier
"By Akatosh you're a heavy fucker... Now, time to get in disguise." Liam was surprisingly calm considering everything that was happening at the time - Stormcloaks in the streets, people being killed and the Lady Elisif being trapped in the palace with Ulfric's boys. Deciding that he'd instantly be recognised if he simply walked into the Blue Palace, the Breton came up with a plan to try to save the courtiers of the Palace. As a result, he had knocked out the first lone Stormcloak he had seen and dragged the man to the basement where he had been hiding to change into the mans garb.
Putting the mans uniform on and hiding his distinctive blonde locks, Liam headed upstairsto the throne room upstairs and knocked another guard unconscious before seeing the scene laid before him - a guard holding the lady Elisif hostage with a sword at her neck. "Not on my watch. Not while I fucking breath." Heading up the staircase, the young knight placed himself directly behind the officer and waited for an opportunity.
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The look of fear on the captains face when speaking to the Dark Elfs face was one Liam smiled at, sensing that his opportunity to strike was closing in. Slowly, Duty began to slide out of its leather sheath, the blade silently coming out of its scabbard before resting at its wielders side as the Knight of Solitude removed his helmet to reveal his face to the Jarl and get companions.
"Now or never..." With a rapid movement, Liam struck the man across his sword arm with Duty, sending it tumbling to the ground, dagger and all. As the mans screams echoed through the hall, the young knight followed up his second swing with a quick thrust to the throat, burying itself in the mans larynx and leaving him choking on his own blood. As the man died, Liam quickly went over to the Jarl and carefully held her by the shoulder, almost tenderly. "Your ladyship, are you alright? He can't hurt you now. Find somewhere safe while these bastards are dealt with, please." He proceeded to turn to the Dark Elf in the corner and nodded to her thankfully. "Thank you for the distraction - without it I never would have been able to get the captain. Please, see to it that Lady Elisif is safe while I hold the stairs for reinforcements to arrive?"
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