Honestas

by NepenthesRose

Skyrim is in disarray, as the civil war rages on, the Thalmor occupation continues, and dragons are still ravaging the land. But this is no dragonborn's tale. Five strangers, all with their own objectives, get thrown into a greater tale, where a dragon attack may be a walk in the park. Join them on their epic quest that began with a plea to come home.

1. Prologue

Prologue

Razafri crouched in the snowy mountain pass connecting Skyrim to Cyrodiil. Shadows played over his feline features as he watched a caravan make its way over the rough road. His Khajiit eyes pierced the night without strain, a great advantage in his line of profession.

The passing of the caravan made his fur stand on edge and his heart pump harder in excitement. The moment he'd been dreaming of for over thirteen years had finally come. Three of the men in the caravan of no less than twenty were marked for death, though they knew nothing of this. Razafri had been patiently anticipating their arrival. The minutes ticked by slowly as he waited in the darkness. Five carts pulled by ten horses carried the goods, and Razafri took inventory of them, more of habit then necessity now.

The Caravan was likely to be on its way to Falkreath or Helgen. These were good trade posts for dealers on the outside of Skyrim. Two of the carts held furs, one of them had a light tarp over it, which typically meant that it contained iron or steal weapons. The others had miscellaneous items that held no real value to a thief.

As the last light of the moons began to fall and the sun began to rise the time approached. In his experience, this was the time when the caravans were least aware. The sun was rising and the night was over, and they naively believed all danger had passed. This had been the mistake of many victims before them and most likely many afterwards. The time had come. Vengeance was soon to be his.