Skyrim: War of the High Born
Prologue
Months have passed since the end of the bloody civil war. The legion victorious and the rebel Stormcloacks have fled to the wilds of Skyrim. But even with the enforcement of Empire Skyrim is still weak and vulnerable. The fire of the world eater Aldein has been extinguished but dragons still fly over the skies of skyrim.
The Sea of Ghosts
The sea was quiet. The sound of snow falling into water and of creaking rigging of the ships as they sailed was all you could hear. The snow was thick as dragon scales and was just a as cold. It was dark as it could be. All you could see were the small flames and the outline of large ships. There was one ship in the center of the fleet that dwarfed the rest. On the front end of the ship stood a tall figure in a long black robe. The figure was looking out into the sea. Behind him someone was coming. He had a touch that lit the deck and his face. The man was a bosmer or wood elf as some might call them. As he came in to reaching distance of the figure, he stopped. The figure turned around revealing that he was Altmer or High elf.
"What is it now Monthala?" The Altmer asked in bothered tone.
"My lord you should come inside. I have your meal ready." There was a quiver in his voice as he spoke to him. The Bosmer Monthala was wearing a battered old tonic that people of low class or slaves would wear.
"I'll come in soon… has news came from General Olqua?" As he spoke he turned and looked out to sea once more.
"I have been told the ships from Valenwood are having difficulty with the weather. The Imga warriors have become irritated with the cold. Is there an order you wish to relay?" As he ask the Altmer lord turned back around and stared at him with his golden eyes. The bosmer cringed as his master turned around, thinking he would be punished or just use him as a punching bag out of anger.
"No they will get over it. I don't have time to deal with dirty apes. I'm guessing this is your first time going this far north." He turned his head to look at him with a questioning eyes.
"I haven't; it's quite cold" Monthala was shivering a bit and you could see his breath.
"Just wait; It will get a lot colder when we reach Skyrim. I'm going to have to get you warmer clothes or you're going to get frostbite. By the way, have we past Highrock?" as he talked he was heading towards his quarters with his Bosmer cabin boy trailing behind.
"Yes sir. We are now in Skyrim waters. The captain said we should be in Solitude in haft a day." They stopped suddenly at the door and the Altmer turned to face him.
"Good; tell the troops to prepare. We will be taking on general Tullius. It will be a long battle. For this is the beginning of glorious new age. It will be the new age of mer! Time of men is over! Soon the Aldmeri Dominion will control all of Tamriel."
"As you wish lord Volanare."