Tamriel; a once great and powerful country. Tamriel is still powerful, but it's reputation and the morale of some citizens throughout the Empire was crushed when the last emperor signed a treaty with the Thalmors. Many citizens were both angered and ashamed by what many considered a cowards way out. None more so then the Nords of Skyrim.

Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm, started a rebellion by killing the High King at the time. He used the Thu'um. The dragon shout. Then he and his Stormcloaks, the name given the the rebels, proceeded to declare war on the imperial army. A war they wouldn't win. They lost for one reason; The Dovahkiin. The Dragonborn.

The Dragonborn, who was captured by Imperials that believed him to be a Stormcloak, was an Imperial himself. He was a warrior. He was a mage. He was an assassin. He was the champion of Azura, the champion of Dagon, and the champion of Boethia. He was a hero. He was Vladen Teperon. And now he was lost.

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"Legate sir, we may have a problem." said a rather short legionnaire.

Legate Teperon turned around to face the soldier, "What might that be," the Legate looked closer to the legionnaire, "Bosmer?"

The Bosmer shifted uneasily, "Well...sir, our navigator may have fallen asleep and we may not know where we are."

Legate Teperon sighed, "Are we at least withing the Abecean Sea?"

Again the Bosmer shifted, "No sir, in fact we believe we may have drifted toward the left of the Eltheric Ocean."

"Then turn around and take us back."

"It's not as simple as that...we..we are.."

"Spit it out Bosmer!"

"Yes sir! We are stuck in some sort of current that, despite our best efforts, seems determined to drag us to some land formation in that direction." the Bosmer then pointed toward a mountain range.

Once again the Legate sighed, "Well maybe there people there that could point us in the right direction...that direction being Skyrim."

"So shall I make the men attempt to get there even faster?"

"Yes." the Legate turned back toward the mountain range, "and Bosmer."

"Yes sir?"

"Get a detachment of five archers to accompany us to the nearest settlement. If there is one."

Again the Bosmer turned to leave, "Yes sir."

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"Blood magic?" Anders asked a young elf mage.

"Yes I know it's blood magic, but demons are just like any other spirit."

Anders' eyes glowed slightly, "Don't spread your lies! You know nothing!"

Hawke sighed as he watched his friend and the elf mage, known as Merrill, got into a small argument about the use of blood magic. However, seeing as the barrier was dispelled Hawke decided to move things forward.

"Come now Anders, let the poor girl be and lets get this over with."

A short dwarf answered before Anders could, "Why would we want to get this over with? I mean doesn't everyone want to spend the day by a creepy, and more than likely cursed, elven graveyard?"

Hawke sighed again as Varric's light comment got another argument started about whether or not the geaveyard was creepy and cursed. However, that argument ended when Varric's little comment became a reality. Hawke gripped a massive sword that hung on his back as he watched hands pop out of the ground. Only to be followed shortly after by a moving corpse.

Anders, much like Hawke, got ready for battle by readying his staff and summoning a suit of armor, made of stone, to act as his defense. As the corpses came closer Anders fired a well placed fireball and sent the majority of the corpses flying to the ground.

Varric, who had readied his beloved crossbow Bianca, sent a rain of arrows into the sky. Only to have them rain down on the crpses. His attack killed the majority of them. However there remained two to three skeletons left. Skeletons usually use bows, but the remaining ones were unlucky enough to use a sword and shield.

Hawke, after Varric's arrows stopped falling, charged the remaining skeletons and swung his great-sword in a wide arc. The attack, that had utilized Hawke's immense strength, killed two if the skeletons. Unfortunately the wide attack left Hawke open for an attack, but before the skeleton could strike a massive fist of stone slammed into it; turning it to dust. Hawke turned around to give a appreciative smile to Merrill, the person that shot the spell.

After another wave of corpses and skeletons attacked, and were dealt a rather similar defeat, did Merrill approach an alter of some kind. After she spoke words, that to Hawke sounded odd, a bright light shown briefly before taking the shape of an old woman wearing way too much leather and in a way too sensual style for someone of her obvious advanced age.

Hawke always the talker spoke up, "Well that would explain my cravings for small children."

The old woman laughed, "Again your sharp tongue makes me laugh. Though for future reference avoid saying that you crave children."

"By the maker...what are you?" Anders asked with slight hesitation.

The old lady's cold yellow eyes fell on the mage, "I am many things! But most of all an old woman."

The old lady then turned to Merrill, who had been bowing, "Tell me child, how much do you know of me?"

"Only a little." was Merrill's small reply.

"Then raise your head. The elves are too quick to bow their heads."

Hawke, who had enjoyed the little chat, spoke up, "So Flemeth," obvious sarcasm in his voice, "what will you do now?"

Flemeth, who stared off in the direction of Kirkwall for a moment, said, "Who knows. Though," Flemeth turned towards Hawke, "I have a feeling things will get very interesting for you."

Flemeth stared in the direction of Kirkwall once more and smiled, "Yes. So very interesting."

And without another word Flemeth turned into a dragon and flew off; leaving behind a slightly irritated Hawke, a confused Merrill, a cautious Anders, and of course a smiling Varric. The last already planning a great story.

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"Sir, are you sure?"

Vladen glanced down to his Bosmer companion, "Yes I'm sure. We will travel to that city off in the distance, and the five archers will scout of this mountain range and if possible map it."

Vladen, who was in a great mood, started walking in the direction of the city he pointed out earlier. His Bosmer companion worried that they might not receive such a great welcome at the city that they knew nothing about.

"Sir, did you give the men their orders?"

Vladen patted the Bosmer's shoulder, "Of course I did! The archer are to scout the mountain range, map it if they can, and return to the ship to help the rest of the men fortify the immediate area around it."

"Anyway," Vladen continued, "I'm sure that the locals would be glad to welcome us. I mean your Alyne, one of the best elven archers in the Imperial Legion, and I'm Vladen Teperon; Arch-Mage of the college at Winterhold, Harbinger of the Companions, a Legate in the Legion, a Thane to many Jarls, and of course the Dragonborn."

Alyne sighed at Vladen's over enthusiasm, "I hope your right."

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Here is a little story that popped into my head. I would like to apologize to any that were reading my other story, The Strongest Guild, because of the lack of updates. There are many excuses why, but it all boils down to the fact that I dislike Fairy Tail at the moment.