The Missing God: A TES CYOA

You quickly wrench yourself against the two soldiers before punching the Reaver down the staircase and hearing his head smash against the bottom step. The Imperials all draw their weapons and focus on you before two part out of the way and a Dunmer woman charges at you before nailing you in the face, breaking your nose.

"You bloody idiot!" she screams at you before sweeping you onto the floor and pointing a sword at your face. "We could have captured and interrogated him, but instead, you decide to give him a faceful of stairs! Men, bind his hands and keep him with us for questioning!"

"Yes ma'am!" two Auxiliaries salute before pulling you up and pressing you against a wall to tie your hands.

"Praefect, shall we move on?" The woman looked at an older gentlemen leading the group.

"Yes Quaestor." the man replied before heading up the stairs along with the rest of the soldiers.

Stupid Legate. Mark my words. She will pay for injuring the almighty Mountain.

Once we are a Daedric Prince, maybe a god, we must find her again and make her bow at our feet.

"S***!" A Reaver cries as the imperials enter the top of the somewhat rebuilt tower where an upper balcony area flanked by several other rooms overlooks a lower floor. "The Imperials are here! By Azura's bouncing bits get in positions!"

A huge cluttered mess of noise emanates as both the soldiers and the outlaws scatter into their respective formations.

"I ask that you surrender peacefully and accept punishment for your crimes against the people of the Empire and Solstheim." The Praefect commands an air of respect as he talks with a hand on his hilt. "All of those who wish to surrender, lay down your weapons and I promise you will not be executed."

The clattering of metal could be heard from the corner shortly followed by a pained grunt and a body being flung down towards the ground near the Praefect.

"We're don't take kindly to your type, so that's going to be a no." The Reaver who alerted the others spoke as he looked from the upper floor.

One of the Reavers lets loose an arrow that they had drawn towards the Praefect, only for the Dunmer woman at his side to swing her shield into it's path.

"As expected." The Praefect commented before turning towards the soldiers and yourself. "Men, attack!"

The soldiers all rush towards the Reavers, killing the first few without losing any only for one of the younger Auxiliaries to have his skull caved in by a mace and tossed downwards near your feet. Luckily, the soldier's sword lies on the ground, and you could probably cut your bonds with it. However, that would leave you open. Luckily, magic shouldn't be much of a problem.

What do you do?

A: Cut your bonds.
B: Leave them on and fight alongside the Imperials.
C: Leave them on and run.

I'll pick A too.

B. Caineghis will be god tier one of these days.

Death isn't permanent in most situations.

Offensive spark.

Lets go both hands spark because I feel like it.

You should pay attention to the description of the Reaver. A lot of descriptive cues will come in handy.

Oh, have you looked over the basics for the Technoblade class I designed for you yet? Also, do you think I should reduce the LA/EFC of non-human races by 1 since humans are OP and other races need time to shine *coughcoughHobgoblinshouldn'tbe+1coughcough*.