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So I've been working on this for the better part of a month and I'm still not happy with it, but if i don't put it out now it will never go up. Also for my personal writtings I like to play around with fonts and I found out I can't do that here, I can't make dragon shouts be 14 point font and muttering be 8 point font, and I can't make hermaes mora speak in zalgo but like the only other option is fanfiction so fuck that. So here it is i guess let me know if you like it. Or let me know why you don't.
Ugh my head hurts. Where am I, why the hell is it so bright.
“Hey you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.” His feathers are yellow? “damn did you put up a fight though tossin' those imperials around like they were made of feathers!”
“Damn you Stormcloaks! Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell.You there... you and me, we shouldn't be here, it's these Stormcloaks the empire want!” This one's are brown. Why brown?
“We're all brothers and sisters in binds now thief”
“Shut up back there!”
“And whats wrong with him, huh?” The brown one again. Not feathers, hair, it's called hair.
Ugh I can barely see it's so bright, I try to cover my eyes but I can't move my arms. My head is still fuzzy.
“watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King.” High King why does that sound familiar?
“Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you... oh gods, where are they taking us?”
Why does he sound so scared. Wait ambush that's like a war thing right. Is this a prison barge? The yellow one starts talking again, but i'm too busy trying to make sense of this. So if this is a war and that's their leader where would they be taking us? The capitol? No it-
“Hey you!” It's the yellow one. “Are you drunk?”
“huh? What”
“Yeah she's drunk, what a lovely way to face your death, not sure if you'll get into Sovngard that way though.”
am I drunk? I'm not drunk you're drunk. “They can't kill me I'm unkillable”
“Oh that's right you guys have that thing with the magic trees, I pray it's true for your sake”
“no, no better than that!”
“better than being born into a brand new Argonian when you die?”
“Yeah! No wait no. Um I think it's like a bird sorta-"
“Get these prisoners out of the carts! Move it!”
“Why are we stopping” It's the brown one he's scared. Because he's killable.
“Why do you think? End of the line. Let's go . Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us” The yellow one isn't scared.
“No! Wait! we're not rebels!”
“Face you death with some courage, horse thief.”
“You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake.” he's going to do something stupid.
“Step toward the block when I call your name. One at a time.”
“Brown hair do not run they will only make it hurt worse.”
“Yeah, yeah your right, they probably won't even call my name heh heh.”
“Lokir of Rorikstead.”
“I'm not a rebel, please, gods no.”
“Step forward prisoner!” Lokir hangs his head and begins to weep as he moves forward.
“Wait. You there. Step forward. Who are you? Are you a relative of one of the Riften dockworkers, Argonian? Although I've never seen one whose bright blue like you are before”
“I-I don't know”
“You must've taken a knock to the head when they captured you. Captain what do we do there's nothing about an Argonian anywhere on the list?”
“Forget the list she goes to the block.”
“But why would an Ar-”
“She goes to the BLOCK!”
“I'm sorry prisoner, but there's nothing I can do. For what it's worth, no one should die without a name so I give you the name of my sister Errin”
I do my best to follow the eye rending gleam that is the captain's armor. A shaman begins reading the last rites of man
“For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with.”
The shaman begins speaking again, but is interrupted by Lokir "No ignore him please!” the shaman looks to the general.
“It is the right of every citizen of the empire, you may proceed.” the shaman finishes the last rites. The captain speaks.
“Step forward lizard.”
“If I'm a lizard does that make you a dung beetle?”
There is a far off screech. “There it is again. Did you hear that?”
“I don't care! Get that drunk to the block!”
I step up to the block and kneel. I'm not afraid. “What in oblivion is that?!”
“Sentries! What do you see?”
“It's in the clouds!” The headsman rears back and prepares his ax. There is an earth shattering crash from above me, I look up and see a great black dragon. LOK TU STRUN! The headsman is crushed by a flaming rock, and I lose consciousness.
(x)V(x)
“Hey, Argonian. Get up! Come on the gods won't give us another chance!”
I try to push my self up but I still can't move my arms. The person speaking to me pulls me to my feet, it's much darker now, my eyes are sharper and my mind crystal clear. I now notice that my arms are tied tight to my sides. I also notice that the person speaking is none other than yellow hair.
“Thank you yellow hair.”
“Boy you just can't keep from being knocked in the head can you? And my name is Ralof. Now come we haven't much time! Make a run for that tower!”
Once inside the tower. “Jarl Ulfric!What is that thing? Could the legends be true?”
“Legends don't burn down villages. We need to move. Now!”
“Let's go! With me, up through the tower!”
“The roof is blocked from the other side, we can't get through!” Ralof said I was strong maybe I can help.
“Cut me lose!”
“huh?”
“I said cut me lose Ralof, I'm no good to anyone like this.”
“I say let the lizard die here with the imperials!”
“Shut up Bjorn. Alright Argonian I'm going to cut you lose try to be still I don't want to cut you.” I shake my arms out and scratch my left fin. that has been bugging me since I woke up.
“Alright, then” I move up next to the soldiers trying to open the the door to the roof. And I push as hard as I can. There is a loud crack and we all fall to the floor in the suddenly open doorway I get up as the rest of the Stormcloaks join us on the roof.
Ralof steps up beside me and whistles. “I knew you were strong, but that is a lot of rubble. You should think about joining the Stormcloaks when we get out of here.”
“It's cuz she's a filthy fucking beast Ralof!” “Shut up Bjorn! I know he meant that as an insult but he might be right, I've never met a woman as strong as you, is it an Argonian thing?”
“I don't know” “Still missing your memories? That's okay when you make new ones, you'll probably remember some old ones.” right as he said that we made it to the start of the bridge. And then another flaming rock crashed into the far side of the bridge.
“Come on!” I shouted. “ Before it falls the rest of the way!” I took a running start and leaped from the end of the remaining portion of the bridge onto the next tower. “C'mon what are you waiting for”
“We can't make that jump lass.” said Ulfric.
“We'll meet up with you as soon as possible.” Ralof this time.
I raced down the stairs to the bottom of the tower and there was the kind soldier from earlier.
“Ah, Errin good to see you're okay, it seems the gods have smiled upon you today, although I have to say I wished they had chosen a less chaotic method. By the way I'm Hadvar.”
He tosses me some hide armor, and imperial boots. “Here put these on you could use the protection, there should be a sword and some potions in that chest over there.”
I begin changing out of my rags and into the armor he has provided. Out of the corner of my eye I see him peeking. “See something you like smoothskin?” I tease.
“Uh. Uh no?”
“Oh I get it a healthy Nord like you's not supposed to be attracted to a Betmer like me, don't worry I'll keep your fetish a secret~” He's red as a tomato.
“H-Hey see that bag hidden behind the chest, That must be your Gate bag, I was wondering why you didn't have one on you when they brought you in, somebody must have thought that they could keep it since you'd be dead, if things were normal I would report them for it.”
“What's a Gate bag?”
“What's a Gate b- it's a Gate bag, boy they really must have got you good, here take it and I'll explain while we walk.”
"Okay” I quickly agree, eager to get any semblance of knowledge back into my head.
“Alright, a Gate bag is like a bottomless bag, if it can fit through the opening, then it can hold it, as long as it doesn't pass a certain weight, yours looks like a good one at least 800 weight.”
“800 sounds like a lot how would I carry a bag that heavy?”
“That's the beauty of it it doesn't really weigh anything more than the material of the bag, because it's not actually a bag it's a gate”
“Oh. Where does it go?”
“I don't know, it sounds like something a mage would know, if you meet one you could ask.”
“Um quick question though why are you shoving every empty bottle that we pass in there?”
“I don't know that either, I just feel that I should.”
“I'm sure you'll figure it out, hey maybe you're an alchemist.”
“Hey, yeah that sounds familiar.”
“Well missus alchemist when we get out of here do you think you could brew me up a love potion?” He cracks a silly grin.
“Sure but I don't think it would help.”
“Now that's just me- wait do you hear that I think it's stormcloaks, maybe we can reason with them?”
“Stormcloaks? I love those guys they're nice except Bjorn, Bjorn's an asshole.”
“You met Ralof, didn't you.”
“Yeah why?'
“I guarantee there are more Bjorns in the Stormcloaks then Ralofs.”
“Oh... well I'm sure that running from a dragon is more important than fighting us.” “let's hope so.”
It wasn't.
I walk in “Hey guys I think we should get out of here before the dragon figures out we're down here.”
“Well lookit that an imperial and his pet lizard.” I'm starting to think that lizard isn't a very nice word, and it's making me mad.
“Come on guys we need to get out of here you can have your nordly fight to the death later.”
“Shush lizard the people are talking, where was I, oh yes so imperial there is one of you and four of us-”
“Excuse you I'm still here.”
“SHUT UP LIZARD!”
“fine I'll just go stand in this corner”
“As I was saying there are four of us, and only one of you, if you want to get out you'll have to go through us. And that's not going to happen so are you going to fight us head on and die like the nords you were born to,or are you going to run away and get shot in the back like the imperial bastard you are? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING!”
“Hey Hadvar I think I like this guy's axe better do you think he'll want to trade for my sword when he wakes up?” The Stormcloak I have dubbed Bjorn number 2 turns around to view my handiwork. His three companions lay unconscious at my feet, I'm wearing the black haired one's helmet, the girl's gloves, and am weighing the third one's steel waraxe against my iron sword. He just sort of stands there. And stands there. And stands there.
“Errin I think you broke him.” That finally snaps him out of it and he charges at me. Rabid slaughterfish are brought to mind. Just as he reaches me I drop to the floor and push off of him with my feet sending him sailing into the wall with a crack. It's a good thing he was wearing a helmet.
“I've decided I'm keeping the axe! Let's get going. Also this helmet makes my fins hurt.” I start muttering under my breath “stupid man and mer centric armor designs fucking no tail holes, thank the hist I don't have horns.!! Hey Hadvar Hadvar I just remembered something I remembered that I make all my own armor and that I got really good at it.”
“Errin I'm happy for you but you sound like a child. how old are you.”
”I don't know. I know it's somewhere between 16 and a thousand, but that's a big gap, do Argonians even live that long?”
“I don't know, nobody does your kind is very secretive.”
(x)V(x)
“We're coming up on the torture chamber. I hate that we have them but General Tulius assures us that they are a necessary evil”
“General Tulius sounds like an asshole.”
“Don't tell anyone but I think so to.”
“Wow, I seem to be Errin Keeper Of Secrets today.” Hadvar flushes again, wow this is kind of fun. We begin to hear sounds of battle, and Hadvar snaps back to attention.
“We need to go.” I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Actually why don't we sit this one out, I don't think I will regret it if we let the Stormcloaks kill the torturers.”
“I would not be adverse to this.”
“As a matter of fact they may even let us pass without trouble if we help.” I say as I take off running
“Oh, here we go, you're just like Ralof.”
(x)V(x)
As I make it into the torture chamber I make a running leap and jump on top of a Stormcloak's shoulders.
“WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE” I use him as a spring board and from the air I cleave down straight through the center of the torturer's assistant with my axe. Well not straight through maybe just sorta half way, but it still counts. Any way everyone has just stopped and is now staring, except for Hadvar, whose not here yet. All of a sudden the torturer drops dead from an arrow in the eye, oh there's Hadvar. One of the Stormcloaks shakes off her stupor.
“Um I have questions. Lots of them.”
“It's the tail” I say as I snake my tail over to wave at them.“That's how I keep my balance.”
“That's not what I was asking, but it explains a lot.”
“Oh you mean why did we help you that's easy nobody likes torturers me n Hadvar here say hi Hadvar” Hadvar awkwardly waves. “We're of the opinion that torture has no place in civilized society so we saw an opportunity and we took it so if you guys wanna go on ahead I'm just gonna stay here and do some looting for a while oh also Ulfric's with Ralof so you guys should go meet up where ever it is you go also tell Ralof I said hi.”
"Uh okay” The Stormcloaks stumble out in a daze.
Hadvar finally catches up all the way.
“How did you manage to keep them from attacking?”
“I find that if you confuse people and then talk really fast people tend to agree with you.”
“I'll have to try that sometime.” We keep talking as I rummage through things
“So do you have anymore questions?” By the time I'm finished looting I've caught Hadvar up on everything I know about myself, and have found 136 gold, some mage robes that taste like a magika increasing enchantment, a bunch of lock picks, a spellbook of sparks, more empty bottles, 2 bottles of wine, and like thirty units of food.. We keep pressing forward.
“Yeah that's what I was trying to tell Captain Rulva, why would an Argonian be a Stormcloak.”
“I know right, and why were they trying to execute a political enemy, shouldn't they have taken him to the capitol and had a very public trial?”
“Yeah I thought that was weird” Immediately after he says that the dragon roars and the ceiling above the bridge we just crossed caves in sealing off Helgen from us. “Damn it, well there's no turning back now. We best keep moving.”
“Well actually I could move the rubble if all else fails. It won't be easy but I could do it.”
“If you say so.”
“Hey look a potion and some gold.”
“Yeah but it's still a dead end” “Then I guess we go into the spooky cave covered in spiderwebs.”
Giant. Fucking. Spiders. Just why. “Well that was gross.” I say as I wipe the gooey blue blood off of my axe. “Let's just keep going Errin.” “Agreed.”
(x)V(x)
It's third person time bitches
(x)V(x)
“Shit, it's a bear, we should probably try to sneak past it.”
“No.”
“what”
“HEY, YOU, FUCK YOU!”
“Errin I don't think you should-”
The bear begins to rouse.
“HEY FUCK YOU BEAR!”
“Errin no, stop.”
The bear turns to face the noisy two-legged creature that woke it up.
“HEY FUCK YOU!”
The bear roars at Errin.
The Errin roars back. The bear decides this is entirely too much trouble and goes over to the far corner of the cave and goes back to sleep.
“Yes I won!”
“I can't believe that actually worked. Still yeah let's get out of here before it changes it's mind” “Yeah I'm getting kinda thirsty anyway."