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Skyrim Walkthrough Part 1 - Introduction

Begin your adventure in Skyrim with this online demo of the role-playing game from Bethesda.


Ralof: Hey, you, You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same of us, and that thief over there.

Lokir: Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell. You there, You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stromcloaks the Empire wants.

Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief.

Imperial Soldier: Shut up back there!

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

Ralof: Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.

Lokir: Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leading of the rebellion. But if they've captured you... Oh gods, where they taking us?

Ralof: I don't know where were going, but Sovngarde awaits.

Lokir: No, this can't be happening. This isn't happening.

Rolof: 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 from Rorikstead.

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

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

Lokir: Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynoreth, Akatosh, Divines, please help me.

Ralof: 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. 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.

Haming: Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?

Torall: You need to go inside, little cub.

Haming: Why? I want to watch the soldiers.

Torall: Inside the house. Now.

Imperial Soldier: Whoa!

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

Lokir: Why are we stopping?

Ralof: Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go, Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us.

Lokir: No! Wait! We're not rebels!

Ralof: Face your death with some courage, thief.

Lokir: 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 Ulifric!

Hadvar: Ralof of Riverwood. Lokir of Rorikstead.

Lokir: No, I'm not a rebel. You can't do this!

Imperial Captain: Halt!

Lokir: You're not going to kill me!

Imperial Captain: Archers! Anyone else feel like running?

Hadvar: Wait. You there. Step forward. Who are you? You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim, kinsman. 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. I'm sorry. At least you'll die here, in your homeland. Follow the Captain, prisoner.

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

Hadvar: What was that?

Tullius: It's nothing. Carry on.

Imperial Captain: Yes, General Tullius. Give them their last rites.

Priestess of Arkoy: As we commend your souls to Aetherios, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you...

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

Priestess of Arkoy: As you wish.

Stormcloak Soldier: Come on, I haven't got all morning.

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

Stormcloak Soldier: You Imperial Bastards!

Vilod: Justice!

Ingrid: Death to the Stormcloaks!

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

Imperial Captain: Next, the Nord in the rags!

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

Imperial Captain: I said, next prisoner!

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

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