Hi this my second fan-fic my first being When the Daedra Return which I made on my old account.I haven't thought of a name for this one yet and this is all I have written so far its a bit chaoticly written but I had fun writting it and there may also be some mistakes.

Chapter 1:The Setup

"This clearly isn't real Ebony."said the hooded Imperial angrily as he began chipping at the black paint that was poorly painted on to a stone brick by Cirrius."What are you talking abo..."Cirrius was cut short by the sound of the Imperial's guard unsheteing his blade.
"Ok ok it's fake but you can use the bricks to build a nice house and retire from smithing weapons for the Stormcloaks even though you are one of the Imperial Army's most trusted weapon smiths,now how many years would you get for that?10,20 wait I know!You would be publicaly exucuted in the Imperial City or maybe you would be forced to fend for your self in the Arena and you wouldn't want that would you?"Cirrius said with a smug grin on his face.
The Imperial's jaw almost hit the floor.He signled to the guard to sheath his blade."How do you know?"
he stamered."I have my sources and I never did intend on giving you Ebony even if had some."The Redguard said still bearing his signitaure grin."Why not?Do you want Skyrim to be under the rule of a puppet emporer being controlled by a couple of pointy eared elves!"The Imperial shouted."Excuse me?" came a voice from the snow covered tree line a few meters away from the camp where the deal was going down,now you may ask why the Imperial didn't just buy from a mine well Cirrius said he was selling his Ebony cheap just tought I would clear that up,from the threes came a High Elf clad in similar armour to Cirrius.It was a regular set of leathar armour with fur around the wrists,ankles,and collar."What did you say about Elves?" The elf asked with rage in his tone.The Imperial's Nord guard took out his blade again at the same time the elf drew his crossbow."Let's kill them both no one knows that you are supplying the Stormcloaks and there one less pointy eared Elf on Nirn."The Nord suggested in his graveley voice his face dressed with a grim bloodthirsty smirk."Ok if you want a fight then we will give you one"The Elf said fixing his sights on the Nord's gargtuan chest which was only lightly armoured by an iron circle branded with ancient Nord symbols strapped to his chest with leather bands,a classic Nordic barbarian chestpiece.The Imperial took a dagger out from under his black robe and Cirrius pulled out his silver shortsword."Men!"Cirrius shouted happily."Men?"The Imperial shouted confusingly.The a few moments of silence went by until the sound of horn came from the tree line followed by the rusteling of leaves suddlenly from the darknes came dozens of Imperial and Thalmor soilders."Jerrus Ergin we are here to arrest for treason your exectuion is schdueled in 2 days and shall be held in the Imperial City."called out a Thalmor soilder,probaly of a high rank,"And as for this Nord..."He nodded at the Elf,who was still aiming his crossbow at the guard,"My pleasure."He said then he shot a bolt with great acuracy just above the Iron cheastpiece of the hulking Nord.A group of Imperials restrained Jerrus and another group dissposed of the Nord's body."Thank you Cirrius,"said the high ranking Thalmor who had nodded at Torill,the Elf with the crossbow,"Now don't be telling anyone that the Thalmor has been hiring mercs do to their dirty work and heres you pay."He said with a commanding tone in his voice while handing Cirrius a bag of gold."This will get us some Tamika Vintage,the real good stuff!"Torill said excitedly to Cirrius.They began to walk away from the scence towards their favourite inn,Newlands Lodge,where they do all their drinking,shady dealings,and the usual bar fight.