This is the story of the Dovakin Bregoldes the Hawk. The name actually has a meaning taken from Tolkien lore:
Bregoldes Violent/Sudden/Fierce (bregol) Woman (dess) bregol+dess
She's an Altmer (High Elf) who has been used and abused by the Third Ademeri Dominion. Essentially she was baited into coming to Skyrim. That's all I'm going to say, I don't want to ruin the story. I'm conjuring this fanfic as I'm going along; I like to keep things loose. there's going to be some romance... Haven't figured that out yet either. I'll try and be consistent, but I'm currently living in East Africa and the internet sucks, along with the power… and the traffic… Well anyways here we go!
Elder Scrolls: The Hawks Cry
Prelude
In a small fort in the Summerset Isles sat High Commander Bolon, pouring over reports as he usually did. His thin fingers flipping through the seemingly endless reports, he only paused his reading when he heard a polite knock at his door. "Enter", a seemingly nervous Kahjiit page poked his head through. "Sire, a scout from the southern border of Skyrim is here to give you a report." Bolon straightened out his robes as he stood up. "Please see the scout in."
The Aldemeri scout entered and immediately Bolon noticed what a mess he was. "What is the meaning of your state soldier? How dare you come to me in such disarray?" The scout shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably. "Forgive me High Commander, this news is urgent, it could not wait." Bolon snatched the document out of the muddy scout's hands and quickly broke the seal. "Seems like Ulfric is getting bolder…" The commander said it more to himself than anyone. "Sir, Captain Bregoldes requests that more men be sent to the southern settlement to bolster her ranks." Bolon sniffed and casually flipped his long golden hair back. "I can read you simpleton, come back within the hour so I may give you the return message. In the meantime I hope you straighten yourself out…" The scout left with a polite bow and shut the door behind him. Bolon quickly summoned the Khajiit page. "Bring me Lieutenant Faegon, immediately!"
Lieutenant Faegon walked into the High Commanders office. The High Commander was furiously scribbling on a piece of parchment, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Faegon straightened his gilded elven armor and politely coughed. "Lieutenant, I summoned you here because we got an amusing communiqué…It seems that Ulfric Stormcloak is becoming very bold indeed. We need to do something and quickly." Faegon gave High Commander Bolon a hard look as he handed the message from the scout over. "You know Ulfric is supposed to be hands off Commander. The goal is to turn him into an asset for our cause. As much as I don't like it or Ulfric our hands are tied." Faegon looked as Bolon paused his writing, looked at him and gave a truly evil smile. "Ulfric is an unwilling participant, and unreliable. He is more of a threat than anything to the Aldameri Dominion. What if I had a plan…? A plan to get rid of Ulfric and you and I would be completely blameless…" Faegon gave a skeptical look. " Tell me how." Bolon's evil smile returned, "Captain Bregoldes is currently in the southern border town of Bruma, she has requested we send her more men because she has gotten good intel on an attack that Ulfric was planning. What if my reply said that troops were in transit and then said troops didn't arrive?" Faegon looked aghast. "You cannot be serious Bolon! That would wipe out the town! We have many officers, soldiers and their families there! How would this stop Ulfric!" Bolon frowned, "Its High Commander Bolon to you Faegon and do not forget that. It's the perfect plan; it would spur our people into action. It would give us cause to eliminate Ulfric Stormcloak for his atrocities. The Empire would even back us up. " Faegon shook his head and raked his hand through his cropped golden hair. "Bregoldes the Hawk is our finest soldier, a hero. How could we do this…?" A toothy grin was all that Bolon could give. "Her death will add fuel to the fire; it will not be in vain. Her death will be for the greater good." Faegon had heard enough. "I will NOT let your ends justify the means; I will report you to the military council Bolon. This is too much!" The High Commander shook his head. "Alright Lieutenant, perhaps this is a cruel idea." Bolon got up and went to the side board on the other side of the office. "Never let it be said that I didn't listen to my subordinates when it concerned delicate matters. Wine Faegon?" The Lieutenant eased his stance. "Please, shall we speak about what troops to... GHUAAAK!" Faegon crumpled to the ground as High Commander Bolon removed his dagger from the back of Faegon's neck. "No we shall not lieutenant!" Bolon spat at the body on the floor as a pool of blood stained the floor rug. "Page! Get in here at once!" The Khajiit returned, his eyes only widened for a second and then composure was regained. "Clean up this mess and get me the dossiers on soldiers ready for promotions. Also get me some clean robes, this bloody gore will not do." Bolon smiled as the cat went running off, "I'll help myself if no one will help me… Now to finish my letter to Bregoldes."
Chapter One:
Storm on the Horizon
The air was frigid, so much so if one were to spit it would freeze before it hit the ground. That's how the Nords tested whether or not it was safe to go hunting that day, or fishing, or even go outside. There was very little activity this day, even the dogs weren't doing anything. They stayed huddled in tightly coiled balls of fur contentedly sleeping or watching the few people brave enough to endure the cold.
Captain Bregoldes sighed and wrapped her fur lined cloak tightly around her. She stood on Bruma's outer wall, watching. Command said that more troops were coming, but when? That was nearly a month ago when she got the response. Technically she wasn't even supposed to be stationed in Bruma anymore. She was supposed to have gotten a different assignment by now, but duty called. Command asked her to stay on because of all the campaigns she had done in the Great War. Now there was more fighting, the Nords didn't like the "White Gold Concordat" which banned the worship of Talos. Skirmishes lead to the Empire asking for support from Aldmeri Dominion to try and help quash the Nordic rebellion. Things seemed to be settling after a few of the rebellions leaders were executed. That is until Ulfric Stormcloak. He started the rebellion up again, by killing the High King. Now it was full on war between the Empire and the Stormcloaks.
Bregoldes shivered, but it wasn't because of the cold. How much more fighting could she endure? Now she had good intelligence that there was to be a raid on Bruma and despite High Commands promise to send more soldiers and mages a single one hasn't showed up. She had people to protect and not just the Altmer, all who lived in this town was at risk. Nord and Elf alike would not be spared if the Stormcloaks attacked. It's because Bruma was part of Cyrodiil not Skyrim.
The Captain trudged down the snow covered steps; a local guard saluted her as she gave pause. "You are to tell me at once if anything is wrong, do you understand?" The guard saluted again, and replied in a thick Nordic accent "Yes Captain!" Her many victories in battle have earned her honor amongst her own people, and at the very least respect from the local guards. She treated everyone fairly too; Nord and elf alike had to live together in this harsh land. There was no excuse for looking down on anyone, unlike so many other officers of the Aldemeri Dominion did. "To be perfectly honest the whole war was a mistake, too many lives lost." Bregoldes thought to herself bitterly as she came to the front stoop of her house.
She stomped the snow off of her armored boots and stepped inside, only to be met by a hurtling child. "Mother! How come you told me not to go out and then you did?" Bregoldes walked awkwardly towards a set of wall hooks, with her son hanging on to her waist. "It is too cold Maenion, you would turn into a boy-sicle!" The young boy giggled and let go. Bregoldes then proceeded to put her cloak on one of the hooks and conveniently "missed". Bubbly laughter could then be heard from under the cloak. Maenion poked his dark haired head out and wrapped the heavy garment around him; it was far too large for him. "Mother, Papa has made some stew, he said to keep it over the fire for you because you would be cold." The Elvin woman couldn't help but smile, Carasben her husband was a doting man, and an excellent husband and lover. They'd been together for over ten years now, she never tired of him. Five years ago they had their first born Maenion; it was shortly after the war. Bregoldes thought that having a child was one of the greatest privileges there was. Usually Altmer marriages are arranged and breeding was carefully monitored to keep blood lines pure. But the whole pure bloodline nonsense was lost on Bregoldes's family. There was Dunmer blood mixed in her family lineage long ago. It showed in Bregoldes's long dark hair, highly unusual for Altmer. It also meant she could marry for love instead of blood, which was fine by her.
Bregoldes sat down in her favorite chair by the fire, took off her helmet began to unbuckle her elven armored boots. "Maenion where is your father right now?" She smiled as the boy came over still wrapped in the over sized cloak. "Papa said that the cart with his goods was late. He went to the north gate to ask Celegon if he'd heard anything." Carasben owned a successful general goods store in Bruma and it was in sore need of a restock. The Captain frowned; the supplier from the south was never late. She started to re-buckle her boots. "Maenion, I'm going to go and check on your father, I want you to stay in the house, eat your supper and go to bed in an hour." Maenion pouted when he looked at his mother. "Awww, alright… Here is your cloak Mother." She took the garment from her little boy and as she brushed his hair out of his eyes planted a wet kiss on his forehead. "I'll be back soon with Papa. The Captain then grabbed her helmet and headed out the door.