AN: Hey there my people! I just got a brand new laptop so hopefully I won't have computer problems that will slow down and/or prevent me from updating…hopefully…anyway, to celebrate this I'm doing several updates at once…yaaaaay!
AN2: With my new computer I want to try and get Skyrim for my computer so I can use Mods and Console Commands (as I have friends who do so and it looks awesome!) but I want some suggestions for which mods to get. Some of what I'm looking for are mods that add new spells, unique armor/weapons, new shouts and a Lightsaber…I want a Skyrim Lightsaber…Anywho, if you have a mod (or mods) that you want to recommend then go to the Review box and put in the name of the mod, what it does, and where to get it.
AN3: Character Bios will be at the bottom
The Soldier, the Sorcerer, and the Shadow
Chapter 1
-Perseus-
Groaning he forced his eyes to open, blinking away the blurriness that clouded his vision as he took in his surroundings. "Ah, you're awake!" a voice spoke up causing him to turn to see a Nord warrior wearing blues and greys, hands bound, and sitting next to a thin man who was wearing rags as well as a well-dressed man who was gagged for some reason..
"We were captured by the Empire as we were too close to these 'Stormcloaks' during a raid." The low almost hissing voice of one of his oldest friends spoke up as he turned to the right to see his friend Deresi immediately next to him and his other old friend, Thehan, at the far end.
Deresi was an Argonian with charcoal black scales, piercing yellow eyes, and a large collection of head spikes giving him a downright feral appearance. Thehan on the other hand was a Khajiit with pure white fur accented with black stripes that, along with his rather large fangs, made him look a great deal like a snowy saber cat. "So the odds of us being taken for execution?" he asked calmly as he tilted his head, loosening the joints in his neck while his two bestial friends gave savage grins.
"They'll most likely try." Thehan growled eagerly, his friend licking the protruding fangs almost hungrily.
"You lot seem rather confident on your own survival." The Nord warrior spoke up with a raised eyebrow to which he gave a grin that was just as feral as his companions'.
"Our time has not run out yet," he answered "so I know I have nothing to fear…for now at least.". At his answer the warrior simply raised a disbelieving eyebrow while the man in rags gave a derisive snort and the gagged man rolled his eyes. Despite their reactions though he was telling the truth as he and his friends hadn't come to Skyrim on some whim but due to the words of an old Moth Priest who had told them that they had a great destiny that awaited them within the war torn country. The old man would have never counted getting executed as a 'Great Destiny' so he knew he had nothing to fear.
"Shut up back there!" the Imperial soldier driving the cart snapped irritably.
"What are you going to do?" the Nord snorted derisively "Cut my head off twice?" making the cart driver snarl angrily.
"You have a real problem with authority, don't you?" he asked in amusement at the man's rather sarcastic answer.
"The Empire aren't a real authority," the Nord snorted derisively "the only authority I recognize is that of Ulfric Stormcloak, the TRUE High King!".
"Wait," he groaned as he finally figured out who he was stuck with "you lot are those idiotic rebels I heard about back in Cyrodil! The ones who murdered the High King of Skyrim and threw the entire country into war because of one man's egomania.". The Nord warrior looked about ready to attack him but a mounted Imperial yanked the angered rebel back down with a smirk, raising an intrigued eyebrow at him as well as his companions.
"General Tulius sir!" a new voice called out as he glanced to his left to see an Imperial soldier standing atop the wall of a city "The Headsman is waiting!".
"Alright," a greying man called out tiredly "let's get this over with!".
"No! No! No! No!" the man in the rags, who he assumed was a thief, called out desperately "Kynareth, Dibella, Akatosh, Divines! Someone please help me!".
"Where are you from Horse Thief?" the Nord warrior asked with a calming voice to the now addressed thief, shooting him a sour look before doing so.
"Why do you care?" the thief groused, flinching when the citizens began to hurl rotten food and insults at them.
"A Nord's last thoughts…should be of home." The warrior said with a sad gaze towards the North, a sentiment he could honestly respect even if he didn't like the man's choices in following a psychopath.
As they moved through the streets of the town towards a courtyard where a chopping block was set up he saw several people throwing him and his friends confused glances, likely trying to figure out why an Imperial was travelling with a Khajiit and an Argonian, all trussed up with a band of Stormcloaks who he had heard were the epitome of Nord racism. With a jarring halt he was jarred from his thoughts, the cart having come to a stop as the various Stormcloak soldiers from the different cards were being unloaded for execution.
As he got down he saw an Imperial Soldier glancing down at a list which, by the other carts, he assumed to make sure they had everyone. "Ulfric Stormcloak," the soldier read out "Jarl of Windhelm.".
"It has been an Honor, Jarl Ulfric!" the Nord warrior from his cart intoned solemnly while the gagged man walked over to the other soldiers waiting execution.
"Ralof of Riverwood." The soldier read out as the Nord warrior walked forward, scowling at the Imperials while doing so. "Lokir of Rorikstead." The soldier read out but this one garnered a more volatile reaction from the named prisoner.
"No!" the now named Lokir yelled out "I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" before taking off running down the street, likely trying to escape.
"Halt!" the woman who had more armor and a clear position of command yelled out.
"You're not going to kill me!" the deranged Lokir yelled fanatically, completely ignoring the soldiers.
"Archers!" the woman called out as an Imperial soldier fired an arrow at the fleeing thief, catching Lokir in the back and sending the man flying into a cliff face. "Anyone else feel like running?" the woman demanded angrily, her expression so full of bloodlust he could tell she wanted them to try.
"Wait a minute," the man with the list said with a frown "you three…step forward.". Nodding slightly he did so, Deresi and Thehan staying a step behind him, almost like guards. "Who…are you?" the man with the list asked them.
"Perseus," he spoke up "and these are my companions, Deresi and Thehan." As he spoke their names his friends nodded.
"Captain, what should we do? They're not on the list." The man with the list asked the now identified Captain with a small frown.
"Forget the list Hadvar, they go to the block." The blood thirsty captain said with a dismissive snort.
"So tell me," he spoke up before the man, Hadvar, could talk to them "who'd you have to bribe to get your position as you're clearly far too dumb to get to the rank of Captain on your own.".
"What did you say?" the captain demanded furiously.
"Hard of hearing as well are we?" he asked with mock concern as his friends smirked behind him "Well to make this as plainly simple as I can so your feeble little mind can handle it. You…are…and…idiot. Did you get all that?".
With a yell of anger the Captain drew her sword and tried to charge him before a loud voice yelled out "Enough!" as he glanced over to see the General stalking towards them, obviously less than pleased. "What's the meaning of this Captain?" the General demanded of the woman who was frozen, sword still raised.
"Just teaching a lesson to these Stormcloak curs General." The 'Captain' spoke up quickly, sheathing her blade and trying to return to military bearing.
"She was ignoring the fact that we were not only not on the list of people to be executed, which can be affirmed by that man there." He raised his bound hands to point at Hadvar "But also the fact that these Rebels are known for their Racism and hatred for any race besides Nords…I'm an Imperial travelling with a Khajiit and an Argonian…need I go on?".
"No you don't." The General growled before looking at Hadvar "Is this true Hadvar?".
"Yes General Tulius," the man said, snapping to attention "their words are true.".
"I did her him insulting Ulfric and the Stormcloak movement on the way over here," the soldier who had yanked Ralof back down into the cart spoke up "referred to Ulfric as a 'megalomaniac'.".
Tulius eyed them for a moment, the man's keen gaze clearly trying to find every bit of their past with a simple glance, before speaking up. "Hadvar, cut them loose. They're free to go. As for you," the man turned towards the Captain "I've had enough of your bloodlust. As of this moment you are officially demoted to the lowest rank and lose all power within this army. Hadvar will be taking over your command.". To signify this change of power the General took the woman's helmet and passed it to a wide eyed Hadvar who graciously accepted before pulling a dagger to cut the bindings on his wrists while another pair of Imperials dragged of the screaming woman who used to be a Captain.
Rolling his shoulders to work out the kings he stood over by Deresi and Thehan to watch the proceedings and, after they were over, try and get a map towards the next town. Now that he was in Skyrim he would have to start planning though as each of them had a different area of expertise and a different goal they wanted to accomplish in Skyrim. He favored the use of the sword and shield in combat, leading the charge against whatever opponent they fought and taking the most hits so his friends could attack from the sides. He planned to track down and join the legendary Companions guild and hoped to rise through the ranks, maybe even one day to become their famed 'Harbinger'.
Deresi was more of a sneak than the rest of them and preferred sneaking bout in light armor which seemed the polar opposite of his scaled friends preferred weapon, the Great Sword. Deresi was an excellent pickpocket and lock pick, often having stolen gold from various thieves in Cyrodil so they could afford to eat when they grew up together on the streets. Deresi's plan was to join the thieves' guild and find a way to take it over, turning it into a group that only stole form bandits and other thieves.
Thehan was the mage of the group and planned to go up to the College of Winterhold to study there and improve in the ways of Magicka, perhaps even gain some authority within the legendary College. When not using spells though his furred friend used a dagger occasionally but for the most part fought using fists and heavy armor gauntlets.
A loud thunderous roar shook him from his thoughts as he looked up to see a Aedra damned dragon winging its way towards the city, the soldiers noticing the beast as they panicked and raised their bows to begin firing. "Men evacuate the civilians!" Tulius ordered loudly, shoving one of the Imperial soldiers towards the houses "The rest of you with me! To battle!".
He was about to try and join the Imperials helping with the evacuation when he saw several Stormcloak soldiers running towards the keep to escape. "Hadvar!" he called out as he pointed towards the escaping Rebels.
The General, having heard them and noticed it as well, called out "Go after them!" as the four of them nodded and took off running after the rebels.
AN: As I promised, here are the bios.
Dragonborn:
Name: Perseus
Race: Imperial
Main Weapon: Sword and Shield
Backup Weapon: Archery
Other major skills: restoration magic, enchanting, heavy armor, blacksmithing
Minor skills: sneak, lock picking, speech
Factions/Guilds (that he will join): Dawnguard, Imperials, Companions
Other Facts: Grew up an orphan on the streets with his two closest friends who were also orphans and they all took an oath to always look out for each other but they always seem him as their leader.
Favorite Shouts (Future): cyclone, fire breath, and disarm
Favorite Daedra: Wait and see
Family: none apart from the bond of brotherhood with Deresi and Thehan
Deresi:
Name: Deresi
Race: Argonian
Main Weapon: Great sword
Backup Weapon: archery
Other major skills: sneak, light armor, speech, lock picking, pickpocket
Minor skills: illusion magic, alchemy, alteration magic
Factions/Guilds (that he will join): Dawnguard, Imperials, Thieves guild
Other Facts: Grew up an orphan on the streets with his two closest friends who were also orphans and they all took an oath to always look out for each other but he sees Perseus as his leader.
Personal shout: aura whisper, become ethereal, throw voice
Favorite Daedra: Wait and see
Family: none apart from the bond of brotherhood with Perseus and Thehan
Thehan:
Name: Thehan
Race: Khajiit
Main Weapon: destruction magic
Backup Weapon: conjuration magic
Other major skills: restoration magic, alteration magic, heavy armor
Minor skills: illusion magic, alchemy, enchanting, speech
Factions/Guilds (that he will join): Dawnguard, Imperials, College of Winterhold
Other Facts: Grew up an orphan on the streets with his two closest friends who were also orphans and they all took an oath to always look out for each other but he sees Perseus as his leader. He has extra long saber like fangs due to his father being a vampire but his mother, who had lycan blood, cancelled out the effects leaving him with larger than normal teeth.
Favorite Shouts (Future): ice form, frost breath, and animal allegiance
Favorite Daedra: Wait and see
Family: none apart from the bond of brotherhood with Deresi and Thehan