» Sat May 28, 2011 5:29 pm
Heimshor Hammer-Fist used to be a Druzhina in Skyrim, serving a relatively unimportant knyaz (duke) there. He was of no special background, having been born in Winter Hold to a sailor; he never got to know his mother, but according to Heimshor's father she was a kind woman. Raised by the harsh life of Skyrim and the potentially even harsher guiding hand of his strict father, he grew to be one of those true Nords - a fierce warrior, always quick to flare up and hard to calm. He doesn't claim to be a chivalrous man; in fact he, having lived in the north-east of Skyrim, has a great hatred towards Dunmeri, having run into Redoran warparties quite a few times during the endless skirmishes in the mountains. In fact the only people he really likes are Nords, and even then only the northern ones, as he considers the southerners spoiled by the Imperials.
Heimshor's short temper would prove to be his damnation, however; when a rather drunk Dunmer colonist who had come to Skyrim seeking a better life insulted him in a tavern, the Druzhina didn't hesitate much, beating the man to near-death, something that proceeded to turn into a drunken Nordic riot when he and a couple other Druzhina, all half drunk, proceeded to march down the street to the colonist's house, knocking down whoever they encountered on the way; they would've burnt the place down had the Imperial Legion not interfered. Charged with 'disturbing the peace', 'assaulting and nearly killing a citizen of the Empire' and 'resisting arrest', he was dumped on the first prison cart to the Imperial City, having had the luck of running into a Legion officer with the temper as short as Heimshor's own when it came to the Nords and their constant troublemaking.
Life obviously turned out to be bleak in jail, especially for someone of Heimshor's spirit. Three years in, he got into a bit of a riot and was placed into a 'special' cell (complete with regular beatings, half-rations and an annoying Dunmer in the cell across the hall from his); that was when world turned upside down and the Emperor with his Blades showed up in jail, Uriel Septim declaring he had seen Heimshor in a dream and amazing the Nord by calling him 'Dragon-marked'. Since the Nord did indeed have a little mark the shape of a dragon's head on his left thigh, that being why his father sometimes said Heimshor was 'Ysmir-marked', he took this as an omen; when the Emperor trusted him with the Amulet of Kings the Druzhina came to the conclusion that, for better or for worse, the Gods had chosen to tamper with his fate. Though he did attempt to get rid of the Amulet a couple times, it always seemed to come back to him one way or another, so he decided to do what he had been told to and bring it to one 'Jauffre', the Grandmaster of the Blades.
Though he didn't feel too sympathetic to the Empire's cause, Heimshor was forced to do his best to see this through, both by the Blades who considered him to have been charged with this by the Emperor himself and by the knowledge that if all Tamriel goes to hell, his little corner of Skyrim will share the same fate. Yet even as he pushed through the Crisis, barely surviving the trials set before him by the Gods (or so he thought), Heimshor stubbornly refused to change his ways. When peace finally came to Cyrodiil and the whole of Tamriel, the vaunted Champion of Cyrodiil was known as a man as flawed as any other during his brief stay in the Heartland. However, even with the fame and recognition that followed him everywhere he went - or perhaps because of that - Heimshor found no peace in the Imperial Province and one day the people of Cyrodiil realized that their hero was gone without a trace, having wandered back to the frozen plains that he had been dragged from.