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Prologue
Night had fallen in the realm of Skyrim. The Moon’s light flooded the world with an eerie glow that reflected off of the pure white snow that lay on the ground. The stars sat perched upon the heavens, focusing their gaze upon the plains that lay between Winterhold and Dawnstar. They had grown complacent of humanity. Nothing but self-destructive creatures with absolute disregard for the consequences of their actions, they thought. But something was different tonight. The night air was as crisp and still as ever, besides the occasional gust of warm air finding its way through the valley. The trees ebbed and flowed with the wind, an almost ritualistic dance. In this valley laid a Redguard warrior clan. Powerful men and women sent from Hammerfell to present a gift of peace to the North. They were to join the ranks of the Winterhold army, an offering of life. They were promised the safety of their family and financial security. The campfires were still lit, soldiers talking amongst themselves and drinking to their hearts content. It had taken many months to be where they found themselves now, a mere day’s travel from their destination. Crimson red tents spotted the plain in which they had settled, holding an army of 200. The leader of the clan, Sondag, Champion of Dragonstar, entered his large tent after a quick perimeter check. Inside laid his beautiful wife, Luna. Her stomach had grown quite a bit over the past few months. All this hardship they have gone through to get here will all be worth it, he thought.
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Sondag was pure Redguard, with the combat skills to back it up. He had a strong face, short dark-brown hair, a full beard, and was very well-built. He is known to many as the Champion of Dragonstar, a title rightfully given to him for leading his men to victory defending the city walls from an Empire invasion. This victory granted him a promotion in rank and an army of his own. He was the perfect soldier, and everyone knew it.
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“Our child is infused with the hardships this clan has endured since the start of our travels, you know.” He said, smiling at his wife.
The inside of the tent was warm. The flicking flames from a nearby lantern created a spectacle of the shadows. It was well furnished; being clan leader had its perks after all. Trinkets attained from previous battles lay sprawled out across the floor, trophies of sorts.
“Took you long enough!” Luna exclaimed playfully. She was lying on the velvet bed in the farside of the room, sweating profusely, a rag soaked in cold water placed upon her forehead. The pregnancy was taking its toll, and she was to deliver the child soon.
Sondag laughed heartily, “My my, you’ve still got plenty of fight in ya! I was just helping my squad out with the rounds.” He removed his cloak and placed it on a nearby table. “How do you fare my dear flower?”
“Terrible! It’s all your fault I’m pregnant ya know.” She says with a stupid smile.
“Ha-ha, very funny.” He approaches her bedside and kneels. Sondag stares into her bright blue eyes for a moment and smiles. “You are just as beautiful as the day I met you in Dragonstar.”
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Luna was a Nord, a gorgeous one at that. She had fair-hair and light pale skin that resembled the purest of snow. The relationship between Sondag and Luna was taboo, to say the least, but it wasn't unusual. Living near the Hammerfell/Skyrim border created a mixing pot of culture and customs, marriage included.
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“You’re kidding right? It looks like I have a bloody mud crab on my stomach!” She chuckles.
He kisses her gently. “There is no end to your jesting is there?”
“You married me, didn’t you? You knew what you had coming!” She smiles softly and stares back into his dark brown eyes.
“I’ve been thinking.” She whispers.
“About what, my dear?” He replies.
“About what we should name our son.”
“Son? How are you so certain the child will be a boy?” He looks at her curiously.
“Call it woman’s intuition!”
He takes her hand and kisses it. “Then tell me oh great seer of the North, what shall we name our little boy?”
“After much deliberation and weeks of uncertainty, I have finally found the perfect name…”
She pauses here and suddenly squeezes Sondag’s hand with strength that would rival a giant’s. She screams at the top of her lungs and starts hyperventilating. Luna’s servant rushes into the tent and kneels next to Sondag.
“Ma lady, are you okay?!”
“The baby is coming!” She screams in agony. Sondag sits there, paralyzed by the site of seeing his dear moon flower in pain. He grips her hand and says, “I am right here for you, I will not leave your side.”
And then it happened.
The calm night that had fallen upon Skyrim was not one of peace, but of betrayal. The once silent air was now cluttered with the sound of clashing swords and the battle cries of men. Luna continued screaming as the contractions grew stronger.
At that moment, a breathless Redguard soldier stormed into the tent.
"We're under attack, sir! Imperial banners!”
Sondag’s facial expression changed in an instant. His brow furrowed and his lips tightened. “A betrayal? What is the meaning of this?!” He stood up and put on his light armor, he preferred quicker movement speed than heavier defenses. As he reached for his Greatsword, he glanced at his wife painfully. This may well be the last time he will see her. He falls to one knee on her bedside and watches her closely.
“Luna…” He touches her face affectionately, catching a tear that was running down her cheek.
She looks at him tiredly; the contractions had stopped for now.
“His name…”
She winces in pain; the contractions were returning.
“It shall be… Rh?go”
He stares into her now fatigued eyes. He leans in and kisses her gently upon the lips.
“Rh?go... It is perfect.”
He stands up with a new found strength, grabbing his Greatsword in the process. If he was going to die, he would die protecting the ones he loved.
“Let’s move!” he commands.
The once chill night air was now hot. Chaos had erupted amongst his ranks and the Empires ambush was successful in scrambling the clan’s forces. The sight outside his tent was grizzly. His men were falling one by one, and he could not do anything to stop them. But he must not let his resolve waver, he must protect his loved ones.
He grasped his two-handed sword and charged into the fray of the battle, arrows whizzing past his head. It was far too late to regroup, and he knew it. He lunged at an enemy soldier and dealt a lethal blow to his abdomen. His victim was young. His armor was polished neatly and his sword spotless. The boy's eyes turned lifeless as he pulled the sword out of him. In that instant, another soldier swung his axe down towards the clan leader. Sondag swiftly used his arm to throw off the movement of the large axe and punched the soldier in the face. He then swung his sword at the man’s jugular, the strike hitting its mark precisely. This man was a veteran, a very drunk one at that. His cheeks were bright red and he had a mighty beard, but he fell like the rest. Sondag looked off into the distance, estimating the amount of men that were sent to perform this devilish deed. “400 men.” He quickly anolyzed the battlefield and noticed one man on horseback that stood out. “And that is their commander.” He flicks his sword at the air next to him gracefully, removing the blood that had painted it. “If I cannot protect my clansmen, then I will at the very least protect my family.”
He looks up at the heavily armored enemy commander, soldiers surrounding him like a fortress protecting its king.
“Talos give me strength.”
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This is what I have so far, it is merely a draft. This is the intro to the background story of my Skyrim character "Rh?go". I hope to expand more and into greater detail in future edits. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.
