Skyrim tales Re-Told
Book 1: Prophecy Fulfilled
Chapter 1: a hero re-awakens
Morndas 20th of Sun's Dawn 4E 207, imperial city catacombs 3:00 pm
As Claowyn Salium stirred from his sleep, he noticed he was in a coffin. Panicking, he punched the stone lid several times till he heard a reassuring thud. Getting up, he noticed that two guards were placed near his tomb, getting out he noticed his armor was still in pristine condition. As the two guards turned, they began to draw their swords, "Undead, DIE!" as he charged the hero; Claowyn dodged his strike, allowing the sword to shatter on the stone. "Whoa lad, I'm not undead I think." He assured the two guards, handing the guard who rushed him an amulet of detect undead; the Hero of Kvatch told him to put it on and if he was undead he would blow purple to the guards eyes. "I believe you," the guard said in awe. As he began to ask questions about what era it was, who was currently emperor, and other questions, the guards replied as best they could. "Hero, sorry to say this, but you were believed dead for two hundred years; killed by a Thalmor agent." one of the guards said to him. Taking his akiviri katana King's Bane from his grave, he gave it a test swing. "Just as balanced as the last time I held it," Claowyn said as he sheathed his trusty sword. With the two guards as his escort, he was led out of the catacombs, out of the corner of his eye he noticed Jauffre's grave. What the guards told him finally sinking in; he had been dead for two hundred years! As the three reached the entrance to the catacombs, Claowyn had to squint his eyes until they adjusted. Dismissing the guards, he decided to give the emperor a visit. When he neared the palace gate, he heard excited whispers spread like wildfire. "It's him, the hero of Kvatch." With news of his return began to spread, a smile grew on his face, "it's good I'm still remembered." He said to himself as he entered the palace. Walking to the emperor's chambers, he knocked slightly, allowing whoever was inside time to get ready. Opening the door, Claowyn entered the chambers, shocked to see a portrait of him and martin standing together, grinning from ear to ear. "Ah so the hero has returned from the grave, it's truly an honor." The emperor said to him. "As you have seen, the imperial city has changed since your presumed demise." As emperor Mede said those words, Claowyn was given his home, artifacts, and armors back since they still belonged to him. "Thank you sire, but I must head to the other provinces to see how much they have changed. I'll start with Skyrim." As he turned to leave, a smile came upon his face. "I'm coming home finally" he had a mission as a blade, locate and protect a Dragonborn.
As the ship he was on set sail, a small sigh escaped his person as he chugged his third tankard of ale. Watching the sunset, he knew everyone he cared about from his day was gone now. As he returned to his quarters, he sent a prayer to the nine for guidance. After that, he allowed sleep to take hold.