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Many would say that the Markarth Bloodbath is probably Audva’s most villainous moment. A source who wished to remain anonymous told me, “I was a Stormcloak back then. Ulfric managed to pull some diplomatic strings and somehow used the negotiation table to win The Reach. I was part of the garrison in Markarth when she (Audva) just came into the city and for no reason at all started hacking my fellow Stormcloaks to pieces! I heard that before my unit got there, she’d shouted some of our men off the walls, just to mock Ulfric, and I remember hearing a thunderous shout a little bit before the sounds of battle came. I drew my bow and shot her at least three times, but only one arrow sunk-in, and she didn’t even seem to notice! When she came close enough, I pulled my warhammer and gave her a solid blow to the shoulder, which she only grunted at before slicing off my leg and leaving me for dead.

“The bodies of my fallen comrades were piled around me and all I could do was lay there and watch, hoping she wouldn’t notice that I was still breathing and bleeding. I had a pretty good view of the rest of the fight. The constant hail of arrows upon her seemed to have no effect at all, nor did our blades. Sometimes she’d re-animate a body and make it fight for her. They’d cut it down, but I could tell my brothers weren’t happy about it. I don’t know what kind of weapons she was using, but her sword sliced through our men as easily as it did the air. Her cut of my leg was clean and quick, there one moment and gone the next, even though I was armored. I also felt drained, like somehow she’d just sucked some of the life out of me.

“At one point we began to run out of men, so there was a lull in the killing. I heard one of our captains call out for her surrender. I can still hear her response echoing across my memory : ‘Surrender? Why? Your souls do not go to your Sovngarde. Instead they feed my blade, and every strike of my blade feeds me. Your weapons hit like paper, your men fall from a single hit from my mace, their bodies fill the streets, and you want me to surrender?’

“With that, several of our men charged, but to no avail. The Dragonborn shouted and then moved like a blur, and in the blink of an eye half of the group were missing heads or limbs. The other half lasted a little longer, but the results were the same. She yelled up at the captain again, ‘You are merely flasks with souls in them, and I drink you like I would water!’ The captain asked what she wanted, she responded that she wanted to see Madanach, and they escorted her to Cidhna mine. That was all I saw.

“Her skill in combat was without equal, and no weapon we had could harm her. Her comment about killing men in a single blow was true, and she’d mix-in magic and shouts at times, as if she needed to become more deadly. How do you stop power like that? She was an army unto herself, killing so many Stormcloaks that the Forsworn almost re-took the city a few weeks later. When the Legion finally showed-up to retake the Markarth, I heard some of my brothers were happy to hand it over so they could get away from that cursed place where so many of their fellow warriors had fallen to one woman, an exiled Forsworn at that.”