Prologue

Five years before the events of the Oblivion Crisis...

The white blizzard blew flakes into Riverwind's face. He cringed slightly as cold as they were, even his nordic fur armor wasn't keeping him warm. The Barbarian stared into his nordic-steel halberd for a moment and saw the reflection of a wolf-like creature, a werewolf. "Defend Skaal, brothers, a lycanthrope is here," he barked.

Rushing out was a horde of Skaal Warriors. The werewolf charged and slashed at his chest. A tear ran down his face, but the wind quickly froze it. He looked down at his chest and noticed blood was drawn, the nord rushed into the walls of Skaal. Blood dripping down his chest, he collapsed, the darkness clouded his vision and he finally passed out.

When he awoke he stood before the shaman, who was an aged nord, long gray hair, tribal necklaces, and snow-white fur armor was worn by him. He calmly said, his face turning to a frown, "You fled, Riverwind Frostheart."

The Barbarian responded, "Yes, I did." Shame resonated in his voice, as if he felt guilt.

"I was afraid, pathetic, I deserve death, or humiliation," He thought sadly.

The Elderly Nord commanded, "You will leave Skaal, Riverwind. You are--were, a great hero, now you'll live in exile, I will drain you of your great power." The Shaman chanted and the "accused" fell to the ground in agony, as he felt his power leave him. The man sighed deeply.

"Leave Skaal, Riverwind, do not come back unless you're ready to regain your honor," He continued.

The barbarian walked out, the blizzard had stopped, but it was still cold, even beneath his thick fur armor. "I'll return...some day," he thought. "Some day..."

Riverwind awoke on the prison ship to Vvardenfell with coldsweat covering his body. The furry armor was heavy as he stood up. A Dunmer with a scar on his left eye asked, "What's your name?"

He responded, "Riverwind."

A guard walked down in clanking armor. The Dark Elf warned, "Shhh, here comes the guard."

The guard motioned the nord to come and he came. Finally he reached a hatch and pushed it open. Another guard came walking closer on the dock as he climbed out of the hatch. The Barbarian walked closer. The man asked, "Now, where are you from?"

The Nordic Warrior looked out at the sea and noticed the boat taking sail. He whispered, "Skaal, Solstheim, Skyrim."

The Imperial nodded, "You'll fit in nicely, now lets get you all filled in, if you'd follow me."

Riverwind obeyed and walked into a door. "Joy, I get to be in the dark elven lands," he thought glumly.

I thought it was good, though, I wanted to see more of Selene and the witch-hunters. Alas.



I liked this statement, though, I thought it should have been 'Dunmeri lands' or just Dunmer lands.

Also, I like the protagonists name, it reminds me of some D&D books I gots.

Good luck on this, hope to see more.

Only elves call themselves mer, man calls them elves... Thanks for the criticism.

Yeah Zalphon, this is the nord you were telling me about? Great job!!

Zalphon has a good point.

And also remember that people in Tamriel probably don't identify with their racial group as a whole. Since communication isn't good and most racial groups are fighting a lot anyway, it's much more likely they would identify themselves in conversation by where they're from or who their lord is. I doubt common Dark Elves would use the term Dunmer very often, and I rarely talk about "caucasians this" or that. Perhaps insert the words "Black people" wherever you want to say Dunmer to see if it sounds appropriate. If it doesn't, maybe consider using something other than Dunmer right there.