So, I wanted to do a RP story since the game came out, but I just now got around to starting a character just for a RP story.
I have a good base story I think, and I will be adding in pictures as I take them. I had several but only one went through to steam at my fault. I plan on taking progression pictures, as well as trying to write a (hopefully) enjoyable story, with a character that I hope will turn out to be believable.
I sometimes have the tendency to swap writing styles on accident, but I will try to refrain from doing so.

I would like to note that my writing skills are not the best in the world, but I will endeavor to make this something worth reading, I always enjoyed doing them for Mount and Blade, as well as reading about them and in once set in fallout 3.

My misfortune.
Chapter 1.

The past weeks have been both the most eventful, and the most terrifying in my 35 winters. I once lived in a small village under great red cliff's in Cyrodiil, near where the provinces of Hammerfell and Skyrim join at the border with Cyrodiil.
As you may have guessed, the village was called Redcliff. This is where I made my home, as did my father and his father, all the way back into the start of the third era.
My forefathers founded this village, far away from just about any other village, let alone the 4 day travel to Helgen through the mountains. Helgen was the nearest village, Chorrol was 5 days travel from the village. My father was a native imperial, like his father before him.
No one bothered us here, I lived my life in peace working the limber mill and tending to the crops. The great war always seemed so far away. I was 25 when the White-Gold Concordat was signed.
Not even bandits came this far out to bother us, and there was no one to enforce the ban of Talos. Things went on as normal.

Shortly after the war was over, a few soldiers would pass by, going to and from Hammerfel and Cyrodiil. At times some of them would stay in the village for a few days, resting and teaching me and the others about fighting with sword and shield.
I quickly became better than most of the others, a few of the Nords who called the village home proved better warriors than I was though. I was by no means the largest man in the village, but I was more agile. In total, ten of the men in the village including me kept simple armor and weapons about. I managed to get a suit of iron armor and a shield and axe in exchange for food and shelter.

When I was 30 my parents both passed within months of each other, and I having no brothers or sisters, I was the last of my line. A line that traces back to the founding of the village, over 200 years of Redcliff's. I was the last, and unmarried.

Life went on, as normal in a small village like this.

Then came the 4th day of Hearthfire. 4E 201.

I was out chopping a tree down, leaving early that morning before first light. I spent nearly all day felling a great old oak and chopping it up into lengths to be cut at the mill. I had been planning on cutting the tree down for most of the year, going to make some fine furniture from it you see. For sale of course.
I had the tree ready to be pulled to the mill by the team of village horses.
I was leading the horses back, it was getting dark. The encroaching darkness made it all the more apparent as I cleared the forest.
The bright flames in the dark, utter silence from this distance. Just the flames dancing in the distance.
Securing all but one horse that I turned loose from the pack, I pushed the horse as fast as it would go, heading to the village.

As I got closer to the village, it was clear that the flames had been burning for quite some time, most of the houses where already burnt out. Including mine. Only five men laid dead, the rest of the villagers missing. Over two hundred years of history, gone.
I fell to my knee's in front of my house. Everything I owned, gone. Everything I had ever made, or my parents had made burnt. Ruined.

Tears flooded my eyes, I tried to hold my emotions back. I failed. I am not sure how long I was there, weeping.
Something stirred behind me, I tried to clear my eyes and took the dagger from my belt. It was one of the Nords, his iron chest piece had a ragged hole in it with burn marks on his face and armor.
He tried to drag his way over to me, so I went to him. His armor was broken, blood flowed from the wound onto the ground and soaking his clothing. Half his face was burnt, clearly magic. I seen the remains of a arrow that he had broken off left in his chest.

He grasped my hand with amazing strength, and with half his renaming eye he looked into mine, from lips half burnt off he gasped,"Thalmor......Purge" and managed a few more wheezing and labored breaths before he managed to ask me to finish it.
I thrust my dagger through his chest while holding his hand, into his heart. His hand goes limp and falls, I close his eyes. May you live on in sovngarde my brother.
One of the huts escaped the fire, I wash the blood off my hands and dagger.
The bed was still clean and ready for someone to sleep there, I am not ashamed to say that I wept until I fell asleep that night, the others missing. These people where like family to me, my brothers and sisters. Gone.


I awoke around midday, I burred those who remained. It was not long after I spotted some bandits in the distance. No doubt attracted to the fire, wanting to pick over the loot like the bottom feeding scum they are.
With a dull ache in my stomach I got back on the horse. I rode out and turned the others loose. Helgen was this way, along this path. Four long days away with no food or drink and only my dagger.
I turned to see the village one last time, it was then the arrow screamed past my head, a warning shot. The bandits had already reached the village. I thought of riding hard towards them with my dagger. Suicide it may be, I have nothing left.
Yet, something told me to ride on, to Helgen.
A second arrow, this one closer, flew past my head again. I spurred the horse forward.

I rode for two days, not sleeping. I was not able to and I think the bandits may have been following me. I only stopped for a few hours each day to rest and feed the horse. As I was feeding the horse I stumbled upon some wild snow berry's and a clean stream. I quickly ate the berry's. Enough to dull the ache in my belly and I got some clean water. I washed my face, then continued on.
Nothing really happened until the middle of the third day. I heard sounds of battle over the next ridge. The next thing I knew I was smacked in the side and knocked off my horse by someone or something.
I looked up from the snow covered ground, a horse thief. The coward jumped on the horse and it took off, in the direction of the battle. What a fool, I chased after him. My horse caught a arrow, throwing the thief off. Several imperial foot soldiers took the thief and my self with ease. Then finished off the horse and loaded us on a wagon.
When I asked what was going on the only thing I got was the back end of a sword and "Storm cloak traitor". They made me change into some old rags.
It was freezing, and I had no idea where I would end up.

Again, I asked what was going on, one of the soldier's punched me so hard I blacked out.

Sometime later, I awoke. The large Nord sitting across from me seemed glad I was awake. He informed me that Helgen was close and we should be passing through soon.
When we arrived at the village the general was there him self! The general of the legion was here. How did I get into such a mess?
They moved us like cattle off the wagon, started calling names. The jarl of Windhelm had been sitting right next to me the entire time! He was bound and gagged.
My name was not on the list, but at the command of the officer in charge I was to receive the same fate as the others. The man with the book told me he was sorry, and another soldier whispered he was sorry as well, while he pushed me to the chopping block.
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It seems like a dream now, a priestess gave us a final sermon. The horse thief tried to run but was killed. A rather large Nord was called up to the block. The imperials forced him into place. Then I heard a strange noise in the distance. The axe fell.
"you there!" they pointed at me, you are next. They forced me into place, I heard the noise again. Was I going crazy? The Axe lifted high, about to fall.

It was then, a huge blacked winged creature landed on the tower, his very voice shook the ground and I blacked out.

When I awoke everything was on fire, the Nord that sat across from me dragged me to me feet. "come on! we have to get inside!" I followed him into a tower.
Ulfric was there, he and Rolf had a conversation. Called it a "dragon".
While they where distracted I ran up the tower, stopping just short of the platform where the dragon burst through, killing a man and roasting another with fire, before flying off.
I managed to make my way out of the tower, jumping down and avoiding the flames. I ran into the nice soldier again, he was saving some child from the dragon. He commanded me to follow him, "if I wanted to live" and I did.
We made our way to the keep, just narrowly avoiding death many times. The general and his guards where fighting the dragon as best they could. Holding it at bay.
I kept running, following the soldier. He freed me from my binding, told me his name was Hadvar. I found a shield and a good sword. Together we mad our way out of the keep.
He did most of the fighting, I was tired and weak. Had it not been for us working with each other I firmly think we would have not made it out of there. I flanked them while he took them head on.

He told me about his uncle, in a place called Riverwood. He helped me get there, stopping at some standing stones. He showed me the different ones, I chose the warrior. Somehow I felt like I know more now about fighting just for touching the thing. Eventually we made our way to the village. I was exhausted. His uncle Alvor took us in. Hadvar told the story of what happened, while Alvor's wife fed us fine cheeses and some fresh meat with mead. I was so hungry. Alvor told me I could use his house. I think Hadvar told him I was a much greater help than I really was.
I went to the little bed, I was so tired.
I passed out as soon as I laid down.

The next morning, I awoke to a fresh breakfast. Alvor, his wife and child along with Hadvar, already awake, where enjoying the meal. I ate too. It seemed like the best two meals I had ever had.
With out even asking, Alvors wife brought a empty journal and a quill after I had ate. I was welcome to stay here for a while, they made it known.
I wrote down everything that happened up to this point, everyone listened to my story. They seem to care.

It feels like home. I miss my friends.



End chapter.1.

I will write more later, if anyone wants.

I didn't read it all couse is long and have no time but I guess deserved a bump ... ...

Thanks!
I went back over it again. I added a picture in there too.

:sadvaultboy:
Guess no one lines it, I do pan on finishing the story, but if no one here likes it I may just do it for my own enjoyment.
I had fun writing it, that counts for something I guess.

I tried to go back over it and correct any mistakes I found, however I am not prefect. I think its pretty good though.

Yes. Please do. :thumbsup: These sorts of stories are fun. I've often thought that I wold write one too.

Thanks.

When I get some time I will write some more. Maybe in a few hours.

Nice! I want this book in Elder Scroll 6 called *Dragonborn Titan saga*

Alvor gives you a horse? o.O

I don't have any of the pictures I wanted, because they did not get uploaded to steam, so for now I won't have any to add until tonight when I get home.
Sorry about that.

Chapter 2.


12th of Hearthfire. 4E 201.
I have been here in Riverwood for over two days now, I have been helping Alvor with the forge work during the morning to help pay for my keep.
I offered to help at the mill as well, cutting firewood and bringing in fresh logs. Gerdur runs the mill, I don't think she likes me, Alvor says its because her family is tired to the storm cloaks and I came into town with a imperial. That and I am a imperial as well.
Gerdur turned me away, "I have enough help" she said, but they only have Hod running the mill and Faendal chopping firewood.
They could use at least two more pairs of hands, but its not my place to cause trouble here.
Hadvar has been teaching me some things about fighting, I think he is leaving tomorrow, to report back in at Solitude.

Some times I have dreams about home. I miss the way things used to be.

13th of Hearthfire.
I was up before dawn, helping Alvor sharpen axes and repair Hadvar's armor.
Hadvar left shortly after dawn, going to Whiterun, and then by carriage to Solitude.
No one has seen or heard of the dragon since, the travelers think it was all the storm cloak's doing. Maybe magic.
I try not to think about the past now. Nothing left for me. Sometimes my thoughts wander though.

It was a normal day, until Lucan Valerius (the local trader) found that some sort of golden trinket he had was missing.
Lucan seems to think they took it up to bleak falls barrow, some ruin above the village.

I felt pretty confident that I could handle some bandits, Alvor lent me some leather armor with a shield and a axe.
That man and his family have been so nice to me, they took me in and fed me, even though they barely get by. It seems that Camilla, Lucan's sister, was talking of going after it her self.
Lucan won't allow it, I told him I would retrieve it for him.
Camilla escorted me to the edge of town and gave me directions from there, and to Whiterun as well.
As I left, she wished me good luck.

The path up was unguarded, save for one lone and hungry wolf. I killed and skinned it, then I proceeded up the path until I came across a guard post with a tower.
The bandits must have seen me coming, they tried to warn me off. There was only two of them. The biggest was a young orc, with a great sword, the other had a bow and looked to be a native.

I readied my shield and drew my axe, the young orc charged at me, "never should have come here" he yelled.
He swung the great sword at neck level, I raised my shield and blocked the blow. He stepped back and brought the sword above his head, I side stepped the the swing and planted my axe firmly into his back. Never killed a man before, it was shocking. The jolt of a arrow brought me back to my self. It nicked my sword arm, cutting the leather and bringing blood. It stung.

I turned and faced the archer, shield up and made my way to him. After a few arrows bounced off my shield I heard the bow drop and a dagger drawing from its sheath.
He charged at me, slashing and thrusting with the dagger. Looking for a open spot, I kept my shield up. The little dagger was not enough to move my shield, he swung hard and missed. Here was the perfect time, I swung out me shield arm knocking him down, my ax came down swiftly, ending him.

I paused to catch my breath, this leather was not much protection, the Nord only had furs on, the orc however. He had a nice suit of Iron armor, minus the damage I did to the lower part of the back plate.
Gods is it cold up here, I swapped my armor for his and rounded up the coin. I stashed the loot in the tower. Hopefully out of sight.
Ill come back for it later.

Pushing on, up the mountain, more bandits. Three this time. Another orc and what looked like two more nords.
These bandits must have seen some combat, the orc waited for the two others to start pelting me with arrows. My shield blocked them but allowed the orc to close unchallenged.
He carried a war hammer so large it looked like it could crush a man in one blow. I used some rocks and pillars to block sight of me from the archers.
Just me and the orc now.
He swung left to right, I stepped back out of range by inches. That turned into a overhead swing, I side stepped and the hammer planted firmly into the frozen ground. He gave me no respite, slamming his armored shoulder into my chest knocking be back and off my feet.

He worked to free the hammer while I did my best to stand and regain my stance.
The warhammer is slow and dangerous, I got to my feet just as he freed the hammer. This time starting a right to left swing. Before he could get the hammer fully moving again I charged him getting inside the rage of the hammer. With everything I had in me I slammed into him shield first. Armor creaked and bones crunched. The orc staggered back, I brought my axe down, cleaving through the helm and into the skull. His body fell limply to the ground.
The snow was red.

It seemed like only a instant after that one of the archers stepped around the rock I was using for cover, I slashed him from shoulder to stomach with the axe. A grisly sight as his the fur armor proved no protection. The sight of it almost made me sick, I still had one archer to contend with.

I moved quickly up the steps, he seemed to be in shock for a bit, the sight of a blood soaked armored man charging you could do that. His bow twanged as he let loose a arrow, too late I was already there and the poorly aimed shot was deflected off my shield.
The man backpedaled, slipped on some ice and tumbled over the side of the mountain.

Finally, I was at the entrance of bleak falls barrow.
The next few bandits proved no challenge. I caught them unaware and unarmed. I looted gold coins and what I though would be of value.
As I worked my way down through the chambers I caught sight of another bandit. I watched as he pulled a lever to try and open a gate, and promptly died in a hail of arrows. A trap.

Now what, here I am with no claw and blocked from going any farther. I looked around for some clues. A few statues on my left.
Maybe they are tied to the leaver? But how would I know what the right setting was? I twisted one around. It seems the three statues each have three sides.
I left them alone, for now.

I took my time and looked around.
Then, I noticed a carving next to the lever, two more above it. Thats it!
The order the statues go I bet.

Spinning them around, I got them to the correct order. I also tried to find where the trap shoots arrows from. I stood in front of the lever. Raising my shield to cover me I pulled the lever.
Nothing.
I stepped out of the kill area of the trap.

Maybe its broken, I looked at the carvings again, then the gate started creaking and eventually opened. Just rusty from never getting used much. Looks like someone has been this way though.

Now to find this claw. I kept going down, into what now appears to be tombs. Well maybe its still down here somewhere, I could see signs that someone had come this way. I followed the scuff marks and disturbed dust.
Until I came into the next room, I kept following the marks, its then that I heard something moving. I looked around but nothing was moving.
The sound changed, creaking bones and clanking armor, dead men where rising! So the tales of the draugr are true.
Once I got past the shock and stench they proved to be quite fragile. If not terrifying.

It never occurred to me, until this point, that for never having been in battle I seem to have a good grasp of it. I wonder if it had anything to do with that strange stone.

Some traps, and more draugr. Still haven't found the claw. Still following those marks. I am beginning to wonder if it is even here!
It was then I happened upon a door way blocked by spider webs so thick I had to hack through them to continue.
Something moved, I seen it from the corner of my eye.

The largest spider I have ever seen silently glided down from the top of the chamber. I head a man scream "get me out of here!" "gods help me!"

I went back in the door I came from. I have no idea what to do, luckily the spider is much too large to fit though the door way.
Got to look around for anything I could use to my advantage. I noticed a lit torch and a pitcher full of fresh oil.
The spider turns to face who ever was screaming.
Grabbing the pitcher I sling the oil over the backside of the spider. It jumps and turns around as I roll the torch onto the trail of oil leading to the spider.
Igniting the oil, the flame trails right to the spider, then up its hind legs and onto its back. it seems the web catches flame too.

In pain from the flames, the spider spits some sort of poison at me, I deflect it with my shield and with my other hand I throw my axe.
Gliding through the air, it connects perfectly with the spider with a sickly squishing sound. The spider crumples to the ground.

How do I know to do this? Combat feels natural, instinct.

The axe is far to burred up in the spider to get it back now. I pick up a old axe from one of the draugr corpses in the room and find the source of the screaming.
A dark elf begging to be cut down. "I have the claw" he says. "It unlocks the door and leads to a great treasure!"

Why should I trust you?
"I know the truth about the puzzle, its on the claw, cut me down and we can share it!"

Trusting him was a mistake, I hacked the web around him down until he worked his way loose. The elf dropped to the floor and gave his hand before he should have.
"HA!, you fool ill never share it with you!"
He never rose from the ground, my new axe found his shoulder and dug in. A dagger hidden in his boot fell to the ground.

I grabbed the claw off his body, the door was just beyond. A puzzle, similar to the one with the leaver.
The door had three symbols on it " its on the claw" he said, and he was right. I matched the symbols on the door to the ones on the claw and used it to unlock the door.

Its clear, no one has been here in a very long time.
In the center of the room is a large coffin and a wall with strange writing on it. A word on the wall, it calls to me. I approach it, I can't help my self.
The word seems familiar, like I should know it. It jumps into my mind, and flows through me.
Unrelenting Force.

The coffin behind me bursts open, I turn and see a draugr climb out. Bigger and stronger than anything before it.
He shouts at me, in a language I have never heard, but I understand it. I raise my shield.
"fus ro dah!"
I slam back into the wall. Struck with a force I could not see, but felt.

The thing approaches me, I struggle to my feet.
We are almost even, back and forth we battle for what seems like hours. It was really only a few minutes. I gain the upper had after a missed swing from the draugr, I strike, again and again at the monster. It wails in pain and feebly strikes at me one last time before falling to the floor.
I fall with it, out of breath. I sit for a while and gather my thoughts.
I grab the coins laying around, and some gems on the alter. There seems to be more to this place, but it only turned out to be a fast exit from the tomb.

I make my way back to the Riverwood Traders.


End chapter 2.



SkyFrog, he does not.
Think of it as my flair on the situation.

Ill write some more later, I have work to do at work. Fancy that.

Nice bit of storytelling there :foodndrink:
Makes a good read when having a break from slaying things

Keep going; it's an enjoyable read.

Thank you.


Thanks.


Chapter 3.

The trip back to Riverwood was uneventful, the exit of the cave let out a bit further down the mountain. I followed the stream back down to the village with no resistance.
Once I got back to town it was late in the day, and most everyone was in bed already, including Lucan and Alvor.
Instead of disturbing them I rented a room at the local in, the Sleeping giant Inn they call it. I paid for it easily with the coin I had picked up from my trip. Before I went to bed I had some mead along with a fresh cut of venison. I removed my armor and locked the door. After such a even I was tired and quickly fell asleep.



14th of Hearthfire.
I awoke to the sounds of laughter and the local bard playing the "age of aggression." It seems to be just past dawn, I give the inn keeper a tip and buy a apple as well. I return to Lucan 's store and, much to his delight, return the golden claw to his waiting hands.
"Thank you, so much", I can see the joy in his eyes and he places the claw back in its place on the counter. Even his sister seems to be overjoyed at the return of the claw.
I tell Lucan about the items I stashed through the area, he agrees to help me move them back to the store for "half the value in gold" for what he assures me is "more than fair". I agree, even though giving up half of the value in gold seems a bit high, it would take me far to long to do it alone.

While he prepares to help me retrieve the goods I go to return the borrowed armor to Alvor, I can tell he is glad to see me return, alive and well. Even if he does not say it. He lets me keep the shield, and I gladly return the borrowed leathers to him, I even give him the fresh wolf pelt I got the day before.
I tell him of my plans to return and bring back the loot, he agrees that the price was a bit steep, but I should still come out quite well.
Lucan brings a horse around and hooks it to the cart in front of his store.
"Well that's my sign to go" I tell Alvor, "Aye, it is", was his response.

Lucan and I spend most of the day loading the cart, we got a few sets of weapons and some good shields. Most of the armor on the bandits are too badly damaged to be worth taking back. With a cart full of loot, from weapons to plates and empty urns, we head back to Riverwood.
Its late in the day when we return, Lucan kept track of what we loaded up and paid me "more than a fair sum", a total amounting to 1,000 gold pieces. More money than I have ever seen in my entire life!

I spend the rest of the day talking to Alvor of my adventure and http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn234/titanmike357/Skyrim/2011-11-25_00005.jpg We take turns http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn234/titanmike357/Skyrim/2011-11-25_00001.jpg the older weapons I kept

Alvor seems to find the weapons in great shape after we clean and sharpen them, I told him to keep them. Part of allowing me to stay with him for free.
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I spend the rest of the day enjoying my rest, http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn234/titanmike357/Skyrim/2011-11-25_00003.jpg
Later, at the inn, a few guards pass by leaving a bounty note for some bandits. It reads "To whom ever is brave enough, a sum of 500 gold pieces will be awarded to anyone who can rid Whiterun of the nearby bandits." It had a map marker, the guards gave me a extra map they had because I showed interest in going.
"Good luck, old man" one of the younger guards said, the same way nobles talked to me during my visits to them when I sold fine oak desks and chairs.

I have a map, and a adventure. But its getting dark. I down the rest of the mead at hand, stout drink that it is, and return to Alvors house. Spending time to clean and polish my armor before I sleep, I also count out half of my remaining gold. Right at 600 coins. I put them in a separate coin purse.
I go to bed early, in hopes of waking up before anyone else.

15th of Hearthfire.

Waking before dawn, I carefully pack the remaining supply's, and my journal I was given. I leave Alvor a note.
"Alvor, my friend. You have taken me in and treated me like family in my time of need. This is a debt I can never replay in full.
As you know, I am leaving to go after the bandits, I seem to have a knack for this adventuring thing. Do not worry about me, I will try to write or visit when I can, and if I don't then forget me and mourn not for I am with my brothers and sisters from home.
I am leaving this sum of 600 coins to you, for your kindness.
Thank you"

I place the coin on top of the note and quietly leave for the inn, I spend a few coins and leave a nice tip. I picked up form provisions for the trip. Besides, if I die I don't want the bandits getting rich off me.
Leaving the inn, I walk down to road, I have to pass by Whiterun, I may stop there to rest. As I look back, I can't help but feel that I am leaving home again. I still miss the life I had, and my friends.
Blasted Thalmor.
If only the empire knew the truth, maybe they would do something.

I head for Whiterun, the sun is starting to rise. A new day.
A new life.

Nice stories bro. Keep'em coming! It was a great idea to add pictures too :foodndrink:

I do like these things. And I'd even be happy for a subforum dedicated to it. I bet there's a lot of people who could write interesting stuff liek this.

Him bein older is a very fresh alternauve to the young nord who i always play with! I hope he finds a companion to help him....

dude this story rocks! please keep writing

I would Like to thanks everyone for the support!
Yea, I thought a older character would be a nice touch, as well as adding pictures. I have been playing a lot today, and I am not going to add in every little thing I do/did, to keep from boring things sneaking into the story.

Chapter 4.

15th of Hearthfire.

The walk to Whiterun was a short one, I reached the walls before midday. There is a carriage service here, offering passage to each of the major holds. I will have to keep that in mind, could come in handy.
As I pass by the local stables a man comes out, "I have a fine horse for sale!", he shouts at me. Having a horse of my own could be very useful, I made my way to the stables. "How much for the horse" I ask him.
"Not a bit less than 1,000 gold coins, a better deal won't be found anywhere!"
"Sorry, I don't have anywhere near that much coin." I told him. "Ah, well come back when you do, I always have fine horses for sale."

I barely have 300 coins left, after leaving Alvor so much, and buying the food. Maybe after I turn in the bounty, if I survive it, I might be able to afford one.
As I continue to the main gate the guards stop me, "Halt, only those on official business may enter!"
"Well, I have news from Riverwood. The jarl may want to hear" I replied.
The guard waited a moment. "well, go on in, but remember we WILL be watching you."

I walked through massive doors to the hold, I was greeted by the sound of a blacksmith at work, I stopped to talk to the smith. Turns out her name is Adrianne, says shes quite the smith. Eventually I asked about the keep, telling her where I was going. She told me about her father, the steward, and asked me to take him a sword.
Strange that she would trust me with something so important as this, having just met me. I told her I could be trusted to take it to him.

I proceeded without delay to the keep, the city looks very busy, there is still even a stature of Talos here! My thoughts wandered as I climbed the stairs, not one person has seen a dragon since that day. maybe it was just summoned by a mage, a trick to free Ulfric.

The doors to the keep where equally large as the ones to the gate. Once I entered I was greeted by a wondrous sight, a http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn234/titanmike357/Skyrim/2011-11-25_00006.jpg With a fire to match.
A great skull, as big as a man hung over top the throne.
I was greeted by a dark elf. Irileth. At first I thought she was going to turn me away, but the jarl told her to let me pass.
He listened to me, and asked me if I had come from Riverwood. I told him yes, and that some of the villagers there where scared because of what happened at Helgen. He agreed that some troops should be sent, and had Irileth send out a detachment.
I was given permission to go. The jarl whispered something to Proventus.

Stopping only long enough to give Proventus the sword, and ask about the bounty. It still stood, no one had even tired to claim it. He gave me a suit of steel armor, said the jarl wished me to have it.

As I made my way out of town, I stopped on the outer walls, to enjoy the http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn234/titanmike357/Skyrim/2011-11-26_00001.jpg

The bandits lair was not far from town, strange that the guards had not dealt with it already, maybe it was the shadow of the war that kept the guards so close to the city, I often hear others speak of it.

On my way there, I happened across merchants cart.
Everything here seems abandoned, I was looking around when I was ambushed by three bandits, maybe this was a stopping point for them.
One had a http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn234/titanmike357/Skyrim/2011-11-26_00010.jpg, the other a sword and shield, the third was preparing to cast some sort of spell.
I rushed them, knocking the archer over, staggering the other and going right for the mage.
I dropped my shield arm then raised it with all my might, slamming it into the face of the mage, I quickly brought the axe down. One down, two to go.

The archer retreated back, and left me with the warrior, I had to be careful not to expose my backside to the archer. The other bandit hid behind his shield as he approached. With amazing speed he dropped his shield low and charged me, I braced my self.
Slamming into my shield and scraping across it with a metallic ring, his sword did nothing, save scratch my shield. The sword came again, and again, each strike weaker and weaker. The man was tiring out his sword arm on my shield, the archer never got a clear shot, but fired anyway.
The arrow whistles as it approaches, I move to the side, the other bandit follows. Time seems to slow down, its like I can see the arrow coming. The bandit steps into its path, the arrow strikes the man in the backside. It pierces his armor, I hear him exhale.
His shield drops, the flash of my axe in the light of the sun is the last thing he sees, the body falls limply to the ground with the sound of clanging armor, his sword makes a dull thud as it hits the ground.

Seeing what happened, and that his arrow had a ill effect instead of killing me, he hesitates. I move forward. My shield held out in front of me. The arrows strike my shield as I approach, one even nicks my helm, I push on.
My heart beats faster, another arrow bounces off my shield, I lower it long enough to see where he is, just a few more steps.
The archer panics, he back up and trips, I feel confident that victory is mine.
I close upon him, ready to end his life.
Just as I am about to lower my axe he trips me up with his bow, breaking it in the process. Now I am on the ground, my feet tangled in the bow string. The bandit rises up and pulls out a short sword. He charges at me, I managed to make it to a knee.
The man is closer now, five steps.....four.....three, he lunges forward.
I left my shield from the dirt, it works, he runs onto my shield, I hear the air escape his lips. The blow knocks the wind out of him. I continue the sweep, tossing him over and behind me. Dropping my axe I pull the dagger from my belt and cut the string. No time to pick the axe up, I turn to face the bandit again.

This time both of us are more cautious. We slowly approach each other. I still have my shield, my advantage.
he swings down from his right to the left, I crouch and raise my shield, my dagger comes up, cutting the mans belly. he staggers back, just a small cut.
I spin around and slam the shield into him, he falls to the dirt. Blood starts to soak his fur armor. Moving over to him, I place my armored boot on his throat. I hear a crunch, he stops moving.

Making my way back to the cave and cart , I take a seat after checking around for more bandits. A moments rest. I gather anything worth taking and stash it out of sight, a sword and some good armor. A bit of food and mead, even some skooma.
Gathering my axe, I continue on. Hopefully no one finds the stash. Should make for a good haul later. I did take some healing potions with me.

Its not far, just a short walk according to my map. Almost midday, should be there soon. I come across some wolves, they give me a wide berth for some reason.
I see the cave, a lone guard outside it.

"Leave here if you know whats good for you" , he shouts.
"I just need a hand, my wagon is tuck!" I shout back at him.
The fool believes me, I show him over the hill where the cave and wagon are, "see" I said.
He takes a few steps in front of me, I put a dagger in his back for his troubles. "Would have done the same to me" I tell the corpse. Not even a single gold coin on him.

Entering the cave, I prepare for the fight ahead.

The fighting is fierce, many http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn234/titanmike357/Skyrim/2011-11-26_00007.jpg make this cave home.
Most fall with ease, the large axes and swords too unwieldy in the http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn234/titanmike357/Skyrim/2011-11-26_00005.jpg spaces.
Until, the last one. the leader. He wears armor better than the rest. A great steel shield and longsword, armed better too.

Swords clang on swords and bounce off shields, I slam him into the wall, catching the pommel of his sword in return. My head rings, I lash out with my sword, cutting the bandits leg. I stagger back, my nose broken. It stings, I feel the blood running down my face.
Only a few feet separate us, blood runs from his leg. He has trouble standing,my head still rings.
Backing around a corner, buying my self some time I catch my breath.
My head stops ringing, my nose does not.

"Maybe we can work out a deal, join me. We could be rich!" he yelled.
"No thanks" I said, stepping around the corner.
He was on his feet now, I approached him, he remained in spot. His shield gone, now a sword in both hands. Time seemed to slow again, his blades like whirling steel, I block one blow with my sword, the other with my axe, trapping it. I rip the sword from his hand, pulling him forward as I do so.
His other sword bounced off my armor, as he stumbles forward. I silently thank the jarl for the gift.

"Please, spare me" he cry's from the ground.
"How many have you spared?" was the last words he ever heard as my axe removed his head, a proof of my victory.

The last one, I find a seat. Opening a bottle of healing, I pour some on my nose, drink the rest. I feel the bones shift, back in place. It hurts, the potion dulls the pain, my nose goes back to shape.

Not to be rude since i truly do enjoy the story but try typing it on word or something for spellchecks...but otherwise awesome job so far!

No problem, my browser has built in spell checker, did I really miss that many?