I wrote this as a backstory to my first character in Skyrim and I'll update it with journal entries everytime I play. This is a dead is dead character so if he ever dies in the game it's over.

I hope you like reading this as much as I like writing it.

I apologize for any grammatical, spelling or punctuation mistakes as english is not my first language.

Ulfgar was an old nordic warrior who roamed the land of Tamriel as a soldier for hire. During one of his travels through Vvardenfell he met a young Dunmer wench whom he fell in love with. To live with his beloved elf, Ulfgar decided to settle in the Dark-Elven province and forsake his mercenary days. Shortly after his marriage the Red Mountain erupted destroying most of the province and killing his wife along with thousands of residents. Emotionally destroyed, Ulfgar wandered the lands of Tamriel once again trying to run from his sorrow and leave his sad memories behind him. Taking sustainance from what nature provided he no longer cared about his future.

His travels led him to Camlorn, High Rock, when he realised his old body could no longer stand the life in the wilderness and so he became a beggar in the streets of the big city. Not that it was any easier to survive there than in the wilds but at least he didn't have to hunt or avoid being hunted by savage beasts on a daily basis.

The year was 4E 170 and while roaming the crowded streets of the "Jewel of West", Ulfgar entered a dark alleyway in search for a quiet place to take a nap. When he was almost falling asleep he heard the sound of what seemed to be a baby crying near a pile of barrels and wooden crates. Upon checking closely he found a newborn baby boy. The image of that defenseless little child left to his own fate broke the old man's heart. Ulfgar took the baby as his own and raised him as best as he could. He named the boy Fenrick wich means wolf in an ancient Nordic dialect. It was hard enough to find food and shelter for himself, let alone a baby but he did his best to protect his adopted son.

Ulfgar told Fenrick about all the adventures he had during his travelling days, often exaggerating a little and also taught the boy how to defend himself. During the harsh winter of 4E 184 Ulfgar died leaving young Fenrick completely alone in this world for the second time in his life.

Fenrick decided he no longer wanted to live in the streets and left Camlorn to search a new life in the outskirts of the big city. There he met Cienne, a young and beautiful lady that shared with him a common past of street life. She told him about a group of thieves who lived in the woods and robbed merchants coming in and out of Camlorn. She said they were a nice bunch and would give her food and coins for valuable information about things going on around the city. Cienne took Fenrick to the thieves where he asked to join them. At first they laughed at him but as soon as he disarmed two of their members with a swift strike of this blade they decided to give him a chance. Fenrick not only joined the group of thieves but he became their leader after a few years. Robbing from rich merchants and noblemen they almost never employed violence, usually getting in and out of the crime scene undetected. Even though their actions were famous in a large region ranging from Daggerfall to Wayrest noone could tell who they were or where they hid.

That was till one day when one of the group members betrayed them for gold telling a nobleman who was their next victim about what was about to happen. The guards set up a trap and all of the group was killed except for Fenrick who managed to escape. When he went back to their hideout he found the place torn apart and guards waiting for him. He decided that staying in High Rock was too dangerous now that his identity was no longer a secret and so he fled to Skyrim, the homeland of his father Ulfgar. For the third time in his life, Fenrick was completely alone.

[MINOR SPOILERS BELOW]

Morndas, 17th of Last Seed 4E 201

As I wandered off the road looking for a patch of water to refill my canteen I heard some voices coming from a cave nearby. Approaching the cave I could see some armed men studying a map. They had horses and wore uniforms showing they were not bandits but soldiers. I never got along with authorities so I decided to keep my distance and move away but when I turned around another group of soldiers with different uniforms came out of nowhere and attacked the camp. One of them saw me and before I could say a word I was sorrounded by three swordsmen. I didn't even try to tell them I wasn't part of the group, if they wanted to believe this then they would have noticed I didn't wear an uniform, so why waste my breath? They took me along with the other men in carriages to a nearby town called Helgen. I was finally in Skyrim, fleeing from High Rock to avoid being arrested and condemned to death only to be arrested and condemned to death by mistake in my father's homeland. The irony here is amusing.

On our way to the town a man called Ralof told me about some sort of conflict going on in the province, some sort of civil war but I didn't care much about it. All I could think about was how I would get myself out of this situation. As soon as we arrived in Helgen they led us to what they called "the block" where they carried the death sentences. When I was about to literaly loose my head I saw something I thought I would never see. A dragon came out of nowhere and started attacking the city. Everyone was in panic but I was relieved. That was my chance. In the middle of the chaos I managed to survive with the help of Ralof and an imperial guard called Hadvar. Later when we were out of town Hadvar told me more about this conflict between the Stormcloaks and the Empire. He asked me to search for him in a place called Solitude to join the empire forces but I didn't care. I'm in a foreign land, I have almost been decapitated and I had no idea where to go. I had enough problems of my own without having to worry about local politics.

Me and Hadvar parted ways and I found a little village called Riverwood. Hadvar told me about this village and about a relative of him living there that maybe could help me. I could hardly see how this relative would be of any use but if I happen to meet this man I should mention Hadvar. I headed straight to the town's shop to resupply. When I entered the shop I overheard the shopkeeper and a woman arguing about something. I bought what I needed and before leaving I asked the man what the arguing was all about. He said his shop has just been robbed by some bandits living in the mountains nearby and only one item was stolen. He asked me to retrieve this item and offered me gold. Now I could use some gold to get better equipment, potions and better food. Also the job didn't seem to be very difficult, after all he didn't ask me to kill those bandits, only to take the item back. I've been taking things from other people for all my life, I'm good at this. I stopped at the local inn to rest and wait till it gets dark so I can do my job. I like the darkness, it's been my best friend since Ulfgar died.

Meanwhile I've been reading a book I found on my way out of Helgen. I like reading, it keeps my mind off all the crazy sh!t going on around me. The book talks about Dragonborns, apparently they are people that are born with dragon blood. If you asked my opinion I'd say this is just BS created by emperors and their kin to justify their right to rule and feel superior to others, as if they needed more reasons to do so.


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Fenrick disappeared when trying to retrieve a stolen item for the shopkeeper in Riverwood.

Disappeared? Are you saying he died?