This is a story idea I've had and this is my first time really writing one so please give me lenience if you don't like it, so please give me a review as to where it could go, as I'd like to continue but I wish to know others opinions on it.

Elder Scrolls: A New Age

Chapter 1: A Nordmans Dream

Whiterun, Whiterun Hold, Skyrim

I am looking out at the land below in Whiterun, my beautiful city, home to the greatest of warriors, civilians and blacksmiths. About 100 years ago, who would have thought this land would be in chaos in the midst and centered next to a civil war and dragon crisis!

The roaring 5 districts of Whiterun, The plains district dominating the marketplace, The wind district the old residential block of Whiterun, The fields district a big wide open field behind the city being under looked by Dragons-reach that contains wide open fields and country houses that produce food and agricultural advantages to Whiterun and the rest of Skyrim, The Iron district which was built out about a mile from town by an old abandoned tower and giant camp which contains a soldiers barracks training over 800 soldiers from across the hold and firmly establishing Nord dominance in Skyrim, And finally The cloud district Dragons-reach itself, a huge rocky castle hastily built on a big hill, containing royalty of Whiterun, such as the man overlooking his city.

The confident man was wearing black steel boots, gauntlets, royal blue leggings with black leather covers, and his torso was unseen with a steel breastplate covered with grey chain mail and a big fur coat over the chain mail, Blonde hair and Blue eyes with a big long beard and moustache, the big Nord man was the envy of men and the swooner of ladies, he grinning at the bright blue sky and clear white snow being blown across the land, but still being able to see the moons and enjoy the hustle of the city, he eventually got away from his pause of enjoying beauty and without any further thinking grabbed the stone railing of his royal patio, hopped up onto the top of the stone, and jumped down from the very top of Dragons-reach right down into the plains district, all the way shocking guards and scaring random groups of people as he flew/fell above them shouting,

"FOR SKYRIM!"

Once he quit shouting his awesome Nord battle cries, he crashed right into a ladies vegetable stall. Wood, Cabbages and Assortments flew everywhere, and the lady was furious. "Who do you think you are?!" She cried, slapping him right in the face as he got up in a daze. The man was silent for a minute looking at the damage. Then he turned at the woman and realized she looked like she was an Imperial, and a scary one at that, the only woman to give him this death stare was his mother when we would mess around with giants in the plains outside of the city.

"My name, my sweet lady is Jarl Brynjar and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he let out sweetly.

The woman let her face show another death stare, "Antonia, but lets forget about introductions, why don't we go straight to the part where you pay all damages, or I'll call a guard and have you sent straight to the towns dungeon."

The blonde warrior was in shock, either by the fact that she didn't know who she was speaking to, or who a Jarl was, but both were a shock to him. Up came Brynjar's steward, Martin Quiver. "My Jarl, what seems to be the problem?" he quipped. The Imperial lady shot Martin a look of dis-trust, "And who may you be?" She asked forcefully. Martin answered Non-Chalantly, "I am the Jarls steward! I take care of commerce issues in the city, I can be involved in the sales of houses, and offer package deals on household items and furniture's to an extent, Is there anything I can help you with?"

The Imperial lady suddenly changed pace as her jaw dropped and she looked at the big man, "You're the town's leader?" Suddenly she had a scared look on her face, as by cue and respect he answered, "Yes m'lady, everything is fine, I'm sorry I was so reckless as to crash into your stall, I will personally have Mr. Quiver here take care of the income for reparations from my own money," Martin started writing all this down without an expression already knowing Brynjar's careless behavior led him to crash into many cabbage stands.

The lady started looking thankful and happy, "Thank you Jarl Brynjar, I'm sorry I didn't know and I was angry about my stand, I just came from my homeland Cyrodill because of the Elven and Imperial problems."

He had a grimaced face all of a sudden; He knew full hand to the extent of the problem. Skyrim just got independence little over a hundred years ago after its first real leader, Ulfric Storm cloak started a civil war against the Imperials, But after the Imperials and Storm cloaks ended fighting, the Aldmeri Dominion of the High elves and the Imperials were coming into skyrim for reasons such as weapons, valuables and strategy points. The Imperials were okay, there was distrust at first but eventually the relationship solidified when there were Many, Mannnnny meetings and relationship exercises between the kingdom of Skyrim and the Rest of the Imperial empire still standing, but even so, Nords have an old and proud way and many still don't respect the Imperials. But the High elves tried numerous times to impose a ban on the mighty god for Skyrim Talos and other restrictions. Brynjar figured the 8 other holds thought that Skyrim together was so strong that we could fight the whole of Tamriel at once, but Brynjar knew better and it worried him all the time.

With a solemn demeanor, Brynjar asked Antonia, "Where are you living? In Which district and where?"

Antonia noticed his tone and spoke truthfully, "The winds district of course, but in the lower levels, Immigrating is hard to do, especially when 95% of skyrim is Nord, and they try to kick everyone out, the only reason im here is that I have higher up friends such as Julius Grey-Mane and Tiberius Battle-Born.

Ahh, Brynjar thought, The Battle-Born and Grey-Mane were the two oldest and wisest White-run had to offer. "Well I must go," Brynjar decided, "Martin should take care of everything to concern your stall and reparations, if you wish to speak for any other reason just ask him for me, take care". Antonia gave him a warm smile, "Thank you! I'm glad White-run has a wise Jarl,", Brynjar smiled back at this and made his way to inspect the rest of his bustling map.

Cyrodill-Skyrim Border

Princess Margot of the Imperial Empire was in a troop caravan heading for the Palace of Kings in Skyrim, apparently in a dumpy little city in her thoughts. She thought whoever could live in this cold could stay here. Through the border she and her troupe of 100 men protecting her were being checked by Skyrim Guards, of all things! This really annoyed her but she was a respectable lady and understood them once she put herself in their shoes. After so long of being pushed around by her empire, it could be possible they don't trust them 100%, but maybe she wanted the Empire and the Kingdom of Skyrim to be allies later on, to end bloodshed and mistrust. Recently soldiers' sneaking through to skyrim to fight and face the Aldmeri dominion was of her father, Emperor Caesar Tiberius the II, He didn't necessarily try and force skyrim back to the empire, previous emperors had struggled with it, and one was even assassinated, but she respected her fathers decision because the Aldmeri Dominion was a problem, but when Imperial soldiers and Aldmeri are caught together, the Jarls automatically believe our two empires are in it together, and though war hasn't come yet, it's funny how the high king called this meeting, because it felt very close for the princess. She was really stressed about this, especially though because Races under the empire after the civil war though kept trying to break off.

After the border check, the skyrim guard dressed in a grey and leather cloak suit with a full on helmet with a spear waved us on politely, not treating us like monsters. Speaking of monsters, as soon as we passed through the security check, we noticed how Khajiit and Argonian Diplomats, Soldiers and Traders were trailing each other. She had heard of the two beast races trying to ally with each other and it seemed strange to her but she figured they needed friends and they were both looked down on worse than Elves or Imperials.

Near the Hammerfell-Skyrim Border

10 soldiers were escorting Royal Redguard, Atooluk. A small dark man with no hair, he terrified passing people as he had paint decked out all over his body. And iron armor with dry blood from his enemies. He wore accessories such as earrings, earrings from a bandit he murdered in battle. Every time he killed someone he took something of theirs as tradition.

He doubted that peace could be made in Skyrim but he would give it a shot, who knows, maybe the Redguard could make a big difference as well.

After awhile, they were walking through a forest hitting the middle of skyrim and were tired so they decided to stop and take a breather. His men were stupid he could admit but he loved them, they were chatting about whether skyrim was going to last or if they were going to come crawling to the Redguards. They started a fire, cooked a meal and were getting ready to pace to the Palace of Windhelm, when instantly; the sky went dark above them. 5 mages around them appeared, and 1 man with a sword confronted Atooluk, "You shall surrender to us now and give us all your belongings or you are to die". Atooluk took a deep breath and took a chuckle, and started laughing harder and harder until he was laughing like a crazy madman. The man with the sword and his mage friends kind of got nervous, but he straightened himself out and tried to talk without shakiness, "What are you laughi-," Just before he could finish, Atooluk too out curved swords from a sheath on his back and struck quickly, not letting the swordsman have any say in the matter. Blood started gushing on Atooluks face as he was just laughing about it as the mages got terrified. One sent an ice dagger at him but a man of Atooluks small army deflected it with his own sword. The Redguards surrounded the mages and charged. Half of them tried fighting back but the way the Redguards kept dodging fireballs and hitting ice away was amazing, eventually the Redguards finished their enemies quickly and cleanly, so they all took a break for a second while Atooluk Searched for potions and information. After Atooluk was done searching all the mages, they continued on their way to the palace of kings. With a smiling Royal Chief who had more weapons and magic information.