Andrew
*One by one, the prisoners were loaded off the wagons, brought to soldiers with scrolls bearing a list of names. And as each of them were processed, they were lined up in front of the execution block. Although one of them tried to make a break for it, but he was shot down by the archers before he made it twenty five feet away from the others. And once they were all off the wagons, a priest began giving the last rites.*
Colleen
*Tia's face twisted with shock and horror as she recognized the attempted escapee.* "Lokir..." *She whispered, her face growing pale as she stared, watching as someone she'd known her entire life bled out onto the road. But there wasn't anything she could do. Even if she ran to him, he was already dead. And there wasn't anything she could have done to save him. Yet another failure to add to her tally. Another reason why she couldn't show her face in Rorikstead. Gripping her cup tightly, she turned away, making her way inside the inn, unable to keep watching the proceedings.*
Vivian
*As he drew closer to the gates of Helgen and watched as the carriages enter the small town, Andral heard the sounds of the arrow over the other noises of the day, and entering Helgen he saw the corpse of the prisoner. Uncharacteristic of a Stormcloak rebel, to flee from death, but then again he wasn't one to talk. That's when he spotted the most noteworthy figure among the prisoners- Ulfric Stormcloak. They got him. They managed to finally catch him after all. Had he seen this in his youth, he might have cheered at the occasion, popped open a bottle of Firebrand Wine to celebrate, but here he felt... Well, he didn't know exactly how he felt about it, perhaps intrigued or wary. Either the Legion had been planning for a while, or they got a stroke of luck and happened upon the rebellious Jarl and his men. Andral observed the situation quietly from the sides, listening intently to their last rites. Perhaps Skyrim would settle down with Ulfric gone, some uneasy state of peace so it could mend its wounds, what with the High King gone and half the province up in arms. He muttered something quietly to himself:*

"Jarl Ulfric... Rebellious, but strong. Should Sovngarde be real, perhaps you will be welcome there." *Though at one point he might have been sworn enemies with Ulfric, he respected his strength and willpower, as a fellow warrior- old age had done much to change him.*
Mandy
He perched himselft onf the downward slope of one of the rooves, then moved across the gatehouse onto the snow covered cliffside, watching the prisoners line up, and Lokir get shot down, "Legion and their showmanship, it's like they want Ulfric to die a martyr." He says with disdain, he fiddles with his bow as he watches, "Can't imagine killing him would do much good." He continues moving along the cliffside, soon finding a good perch, on the roof of a building somewhat near the main fort
Genevieve
"Behind enemy lines, eh old pal," He says with a chuckle, "I'm about to watch my old boss get his head lopped off, and here we are hiding." He says, jokingly but also with a serious tone, sounding disappointed with the situation, "The 2 of us versus the General Tullius and the might of the Imperial Army, I like our odds," He says with a laugh, "We'd really be getting into Sovngarde then, huh. Well, at least you, they'd probably have to break that amulet to send me there."