Andrew
*The dragon cried again, and even more fire and stone rained down from the sky. Wreaking even more havoc in the town. Striking down people left and right, and leaving death and devastation in every direction. The soldiers tried desperately to fight back against the dragon, but there was nothing that they could do. They were but ants, swelling against the foot of a giant, and their efforts were just as successful. Which didn't bode well for the future.*
Colleen
*Tia glanced over at the pair of men moving towards her, rather confused by their sudden appearance. And admittedly startled by the sight of the spirit, but it wasn't as if he was odder than the dragon pouring flames down at the helpless citizens of Helgen. Even though her magicka reserves were quickly draining, she fought to keep up the ward. And pulling a magicka potion from her belt, she quickly poured the liquid down her throat, shuddering as magic poured back into her body.* "We have to get to the keep!" *She yelled, hoping that the men would help her get the people behind her to safety.* "It should be strong enough to keep the dragon out! And I heard that there are tunnels leading out!" *Not waiting for an answer, she continued heading towards the keep, leading the panicking civilians behind her to shelter. Stray civilians began to join the group, until the protected people behind her numbered a little over a dozen. A mere percentage of the population of the town that was dying around them.*
Vivian
"Good seeing you again Bosmer, but now we haven't the luxury to talk!"

*Andral turned and ushered on the fleeing townsfolk, doing what he could to get them moving towards the keep. He had his spells, and he has his bow, but he doubted he could do anything to stave off the dragon with weapons. So instead, he mustered some of his spirit to aid the people around him, speaking with a voice befitting the Emperor of Tamriel:*

"Do not falter, everyone! We will make it out of this with our lives, and I will be damned if I allow anyone else to lose theirs today!" *It was the voice of a brave soldier, inspiring and emboldening to the ears, an unexpected shout of courage from a stranger. Andral put his heart and soul into his words- a fit of irony, given his lack of a soul.*
Mandy
"Aye, listen to them, we've got to get in there! If you're too weak to run have someone carry you!" He shout
Genevieve
Bjorn flies around, extinguishing fires that would block off any paths using his innate frost magic, phasing through the walls of crumbling buildings and helping whoever he can, "Who knew disaster relief would be easier when you're dead!" He quips, trying to make light of the dark situation