The wagon bounced down the road as the horse pulled it along. All that could be heard was the sound of hooves as they clomped along. With a start the woman jolted awake. "What?" She hissed looking down at her bond hands and feet. "What's the meaning of this?"
One of the prisoners, the one to her left looked up at her.
"Hey you, youre finally awake. You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush same as us and that thief over there." The man said. With a confused look the Khajiit fell silent. Who was this man? That was right. She had came here to become a farmer, to grow from the land and sell what she grew. Then the imperials interfered and took her as a prisoner.
"Damn you Stormcloaks... Skyrim was fine until you came along! Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadnt been looking for you Id have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell." The man to her right, the one across from her, spoke before looking her direction."You there, you and me, we shouldnt be here. Its these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."
"Were all brothers and sisters in binds now." The left man spoke again before they were scolded by the carriage driver.
"Shut up back there." A deep voice hissed causing the woman's ears to go back and her tail to twitch.
"Whats wrong with him, huh?" The right man said speaking about the bound man that sat in the same seat as the woman.
"Watch your tongue! Youre speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." The left snapped.
"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? Youre the leader of the rebellion... if theyve captured you... oh gods, where are they taking us?" Now afraid the right man began to speak fast.
"I dont know where were going, but Sovngarde awaits."
"No, This cant be happening! This isnt happening!"
"Hey, what village are you from horse-thief?"
"Why do you care?"
"A Nords last thoughts should be of home."
"Rorikstead. Im from Rorikstead."
"General Tullius sir! The headsman is waiting." Another voice now rang out above the rest followed by one that could only be this General Tullius.
"Good, let's get this over with."
"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh! Divines, please help me!" The right man prayed to as many gods as he could think of.
"Look at him! General Tullius, the Military. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves, I bet they had something to do with this." The left commented about the general before commenting about where they were. "This is Helgen... I used to be sweet on a girl from here. I wonder if Velod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in... Funny, when I was a boy Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe."
"Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?" A child asked from one of the homes.
"You need to go inside, little cub." A man, most likely his father answered.
"Why? I want to watch the soldiers!" The child protested.
"Inside the house, now."
"Yes papa..." Reluctantly the child obeyed
"Woah... " with that the wagon stopped. They were at Helgen, at one of the worst times imaginable.
A Female Captain walked up to cart. She looked at each of them with a sour expression before turning away from them. "Get these prisoners out of the cart!" She called before taking her place beside the general.
"Why are we stopping?" The right man asked panickedly.
"Why do you think? End of the line." The left man said standing up. "Lets go, we shouldnt keep the gods waiting for us."
"No! Wait! Were not rebels!" The left cried out near tears. The woman stood her ears back and tail twitching. She had no words for what was going on, nor did she need them. The man was right, this was the end.
"Face your death with some courage, thief."
"Youve got to tell them we werent with you! This is a mistake!"
"Step towards the block when we call your name, one at a time!" The female Captian said to them all.
"Empire loves their damned lists." The left man said as he climbed from the wagon followed by the women.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." The man beside the female Captian said. One of the men, before introduced as Ulfric moved forward towards the block which were covered in blood. This wasn't good. The khajiit closeted her eyes some as she growled under her breath.
"it has been an honor, Jarl Ulfric" the man beside her whispered to himself.
"Ralof of Riverwood." The left man took his turn to leave.
"Lokir of Rorikstead?" The man asked again.
"No! Im not a rebel! You cant do this!" With that the horse their and man to the right pushed past them and made a run for it. He was an idiot, through and through.
"Halt!" The captain yelled though the man didn't stop.
"youre not going to kill me!" The man yelled back as he neared the gate.
"Archers!" With that order the archers shot, killing the man in his tracks. The woman looked away, trying not to be sick.The female Captain glared at rest of the prisoners. "Anyone else feel like running?" She growled.
"Wait... You there." He looked at the woman checking the list for her name. "Step forward." Eyes opened yet glaring the woman stepped forward as asked. "Who are you?" He asked not able to find her on the list. The khajiit was silent for a moment before she spoke with a hiss.
"Ase Greene."
"Not many khajiits would choose to come alone to Skyrim. Theives all of them. Captain, what should we do? She's not on the list."
"Forget the list. She goes straight to the block." The captain growled crossing her arms over her chest.
"By your orders, Captain. Im sorry. Well make sure your remains get returned to your family. Follow the captain, prisoner." With that Ase spat at the man before following the captain her tail twitching with anger. She just wanted to live a normal life and now she was dead! Such luck. Her ears were still back in anger as she looked to the crowd of people that were around them. ******s the whole lot of them. The khajiit moved to stand next to Ralof, the man that had been to the left of her before. The general stepped up to to the man named Ulfric. "Ulfric Stormcloak. Some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesnt use a power like the voice to murder his king and usurp the throne." The man growled past the gag in his mouth. The general laughed at him before turning away. "You started this war, flung skyrim into chaos. And now the Empire is going to put you down and restore the peace." Something happened then causing everyone to look up including the khajiit. Was that a roar? A bear maybe? No it was too far away and sounded as it it came from the sky.
"What was that?" The man with the he list asked though no one knew the answer.
"Its nothing. Carry on." The general said returning to the block.
"Yes, General Tullius!" The female captain said turning to priestess. "Give them their last rights."
"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the 8 divines upon you-" the priestess started before she was cut off by a man.
"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with." The man said stepping forward.
The priestess hesitated for a moment. " as you wish."
"Come on! I havent got all morning!" The man kneeled by the block, looking up at the Captian with a smiled " My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same??"
The Captain stepped harshly on his back, pushing him froward. The headsman pulling up the ax and beheaded the soldier with a single blow.
"You Imperial ******s!" A solider from the crowed yelled followed by one of the towns people.
"Justice!"
"Death to the Stormcloaks!"
"...As fearless in death as he was in life." The man said from beside Ase.
"Next, the khajiit!" Again the roaring sound rang out causing everyone to look up.
"There it is again... did you hear that?
" the man with the list said.
"I said... Next Prisoner!" The captain yelled clearly annoyed. "To the block prisoner. Nice and easy."
Ase moved to the block, and kneeled at the block. The headsman moved to swing axe when another roar rang out as a dragon, yes a dragon, a thing of legend, a mythical creature landed on the top of the tower roaring again at the crowd knocking most of them over as he did. The headsman fell allowing the woman to stand only to be knocked down by another roar.
"What in Oblivion is that!?!" Someone yelled. There were screams everywhere as fire rained from the sky.
"Sentries, what do you see?!" The Captian asked in horror.
"Its in the clouds...!" Someone else yelled. Now on her feet the khajiit stumbled forward, dazed and confused.
"Dragon!!" |
You were there when the dragon came down, either among the prisoners or in the town. Little do you know that you are the dragonborn of legend, along with all of the others. This is our story, this is the legend of how we saved the world. But of course in a world of fighting and dragons you need a fighting class right. Please choose from the list below if you don't mind.
WARRIORS~
When first starting out, with one of these warrior classes, you may not immediately have access to the Standing Stones listed; as a general rule, for every class on this page, the immediate stone to choose from the initial Guardian Stones should be The Warrior Stone
BARBARIN
Barbarians are brutal and fearless warriors, who enjoy roaming the wilderness, and living off the land. They hunt often, and use animal remains to create weapons and armor. Due to their enormous strength they are accustomed to swiftly taking down their foes.
Standing Stones: The Lady Stone.
Primary Offense: Dual Waraxe, Warhammer.
Primary Defense: Light Armor.
Class Type: Combat Class.
Skills: Smithing, Light Armor, One-handed, Block, Two-Handed.
CRUSADER
Crusaders are strong warriors, who fight for holy purposes, and are extremely difficult to harm; they rely on spiritual protection to save them from death at a moments notice, and to provide them with protection against the elements and injury.
Standing Stone: The Lord Stone.
Primary Offense: Mace & Magic, Greatsword.
Primary Defense: Heavy Armor, Restoration.
Class Type: Combat Class.
Skills: One-handed, Two-handed, Destruction, Heavy Armor, Restoration.
KNIGHT
Knights follow the code of chivalry, and are noble, honorable, and charismatic; this often makes them desirable to others, especially those of the opposite sex, and helps them to receive better prices when bartering. Their words give courage to friends, and their sword instills fear within the heart anyone who crosses them.
Standing Stone: The Steed Stone.
Primary Offense: Sword, Greatsword.
Primary Defense: Shield, Heavy Armor.
Class Type: Combat Class.
Skills: One-handed, Block, Two-handed, Heavy Armor, Illusion, Speech.
ROGUE
Rogues choose not to follow social norms, and instead live by their own rules. They are extremely charismatic, and able to persuade almost anyone to do as they desire. They are lovers who enjoy the company of many companions, and rarely settle down with one person exclusively. Rogue's enjoy a broad range of skills, and won't hesitate to use their daggers to put down anyone who stands in their way.
Standing Stone: The Lover Stone.
Primary Offense: Dual Daggers, Sword.
Primary Defense: Light Armor, Shield.
Class Type: Combat Class.
Skills: Alchemy, One-handed, Block, Illusion, Light Armor, Speech, Sneak.
SCOUT
Scouts are skilled observers and adventurers, often found roaming the land. They see the beauty in nature that may be overlooked by others, and enjoy the science of alchemy. Scout's often surprise their foes with poisoned blades, and have the advantage of knowing the land better than most.
Standing Stone: The Serpent Stone.
Primary Offense: Sword (poisoned).
Primary Defense: Alchemy, Light Armor, Shield.
Class Type: Combat Class.
Skills: Alchemy, Smithing, One-handed, Block, Light Armor.
MAGES~
When first starting out, with one of these magic classes, you may not immediately have access to the Standing Stones listed; as a general rule, for every class on this page, the immediate stone to choose from the initial Guardian Stones should be The Mage Stone.
BATTLEMAGE
Battlemages are powerful and strong warriors, who are often found on the battlefield engaging in combat or banishing summoned creatures from their presence. They are known for quickly slaying all who oppose them, with the brute force of an axe or a raging stream of fire.
Standing Stone: The Atronach Stone.
Primary Offense: War Axe, Fire Magic, Battle Axe, Conjuration, Bound Weapons.
Primary Defense: Alteration.
Class Type: Magic Class.
Skills: Alchemy, Alteration, One-handed, Two-handed, Conjuration, Destruction.
NIGHTBLADE
Nightblade's control the elements of ice and fire, and their prowess with a blade is unmatched. They are shadow warriors, who love to live in the darkness of night, and rarely venture out into the sunlight. They are able to heal those close to them when the need arises, and often find friends in dark places.
Standing Stone: The Shadow Stone.
Primary Offense: Sword, Fire & Ice Magic.
Primary Defense: Restoration, Alteration.
Class Type: Magic Class.
Skills: Alteration, One-handed, Destruction, Light Armor, Restoration.
SORCERER
Sorcerers have power over the dead, and often call on them to rise and fight at their side; they also conjure the power of nature, and allow it to flow through their fingertips in the form of lightning and fire. Sorcerers are powerful mages who are unafraid to confront anyone who stands in their way. They enjoy studying the arcane arts, and delving into dungeons in search of hidden secrets.
Standing Stone: The Mage Stone.
Primary Offense: Shock, Fire & Conjuration Magic.
Primary Defense: Heavy Armor.
Class Type: Magic Class.
Skills: Alchemy, Alteration, Conjuration, Destruction, Heavy Armor, Restoration, Enchanting.
SPELLSWORD
Spellswords often learn their craft after first having trained to be a Knight, but later realizing that they are too gifted in the magical arts, to confine themselves to the sword alone.
Standing Stone: The Lover Stone.
Primary Offense: Sword, Shock Magic.
Primary Defense: Shield, Restoration.
Class Type: Magic Class.
Skills: Alteration, One-handed, Block, Heavy Armor, Destruction, Illusion, Restoration.
WITCHHUNTER
Witchhunter's have been raised to hunt witches. They have the power of shock at their fingertips, and are tremendously skilled with a bow. Witchhunter's are also powerful enchanters who use the full potential of their gear to cleverly outwit their enemies. They are somewhat skilled with alchemy, and enjoy roaming the countryside collecting ingredients as well as finding treasures and gold.
Standing Stone: The Lord Stone.
Primary Offense: Shock Magic, Bow, Enchantments.
Primary Defense: Alchemy.
Class Type: Magic Class.
Skills: Alchemy, Conjuration, Destruction, Archery, Lockpicking, Enchanting.
STEALTH~
When first starting out, with one of these stealth classes, you may not immediately have access to the Standing Stones listed; as a general rule, for every class on this page, the immediate stone to choose from the initial Guardian Stones should be The Thief Stone.
ACROBAT
Acrobats are agile, daring, and unafraid of heights. They enjoy exploring the land, and climbing the highest mountains. They are known to strike down their foes from a distance with a bow, preferably while hanging from the side of a mountain.
Standing Stone: The Steed Stone.
Primary Offense: Bow, Dagger.
Primary Defense: Heavy Armor, Light Armor, Sneak.
Class Type: Stealth Class.
Skills: One-handed (blade), Block, Archery, Lockpicking, Sneak, Speech.
AGENT (Not Recommend)
An Agent will quietly infiltrate a castle for the right price, and disappear just as quickly as they appeared. They are highly skilled at acquiring secret information, tools, or weaponry, and live for the chance to discover the unknown.
Standing Stone: The Thief Stone.
Primary Offense: Bow, Dual Daggers.
Primary Defense: Sneak, Illusion, Speech.
Class Type: Stealth Class.
Skills: Illusion, Archery, Speech, Lockpicking, Sneak, PickPocket.
ASSASSIN (Not Recommend)
An Assassins silent and precise strikes with a dagger are unmatched, they are professionals who excel in the destruction of life. They are feared by many due to their ability to blend into the shadows and strike when least expected.
Standing Stone: The Shadow Stone.
Primary Offense: Dual Daggers, Bow.
Primary Defense: Sneak, Light Armor.
Class Type: Stealth Class.
Skills: Alchemy, One-handed, Light Armor, Archery, Lockpicking, Sneak, Pickpocket.
BARD
Bard's are dashing, and able to swoon the opposite sex with song; they are yesterday's rock-stars, telling their tales with music, and destroying their foes with both sword and tongue.
Standing Stone: The Lover Stone.
Primary Offense: Sword.
Primary Defense: Shield, Illusion Magic.
Class Type: Stealth Class.
Skills: Alchemy, One-handed (blade), Block, Illusion, Light Armor, Speech (mercantile & all).
MONK
Monk's are disciplined in their religion, and have withdrawn from the world to an extent. They seek spiritual enlightenment, and fear no man. Their fists are deadly, able to shatter bone without a weapon, and they receive protection from something greater than themselves.
Standing Stone: The Lord Stone.
Primary Offense: Fists, Bow.
Primary Defense: Alteration Magic, Sneak.
Class Type: Stealth Class.
Skills: Alteration, Heavy Armor, Archery, Lockpicking, Sneak.
PILGRIM
Pilgrims are traveling adventurer's who believe they have been blessed with riches, treasures, and sacred land, by a power greater than themselves. They are skilled merchants and smiths, and favor the use of maces when battling against their foes.
Standing Stone: The Lord Stone.
Primary Offense: Mace.
Primary Defense: Shield, Light Armor.
Class Type: Stealth Class.
Skills: Smithing, Block, One-handed, Light Armor, Speech, Lockpicking, Speech.
Form:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Personality:
Race:
Appearance:
Class: (warrior, theif, mage)
Level: (please nothing over ten)
Weapon of Choice:
Backstory: (optional)
Married?:
Hometown: (anywhere in Skyrim)
My form:
Name: Ase Greene
Gender: female
Age: 28 years
Personality: she is very out going and loves a thrill. Ase likes to see herself getting her way or there will be a price to pay. Although a warrior she can be very fun loving and childish.
Race: khajiit
Appearance: below
Class: warrior
Level: 1 (she's just a baby lol)
Weapon of Choice: Orkish war ax with arching enchantment or her claws
Armor: prefers light leather armor
Backstory: she was born to two human parents her mother having had an affair that her father didn't find out about until the birth of the child. After killing her mother her father dumped her in the woods where a mother (whom had lost her child) took her in and raised her for her own until she was old enough to go off on her own. As of now she is in the back of the wagon on the way to the chopping block.
Married?: nope not yet
Hometown: since she is a Khajiit she is not from Skyrim
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