This story is jointly written by me and SuperSamurai, we hope you enjoy it, as it is our interpretation of our characters journies in the Elder scrolls game.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the oblivion characters mentioning in this story except those which i have created.

Warnings: Strong language, violence, possibly sex.

Prologue:

Golden sunlight streamed through a gap in the thick curtains onto the faces of a young man and his wife. Slowly they stirred and gently greeted each other with a quick morning kiss.

The man stood. The heavy woolen sheets necessary in Skyrim, sliding off his well toned body, as he opened the curtains fully to greet the world, before turning to smile at his young wife.

"My dear wife the sun is shining brightly upon us this day. What shall we do with it?"

The young woman stood and wrapped a robe around her naked body, crossing the room to her husband she lovingly wrapped her arms around him and said,

"My beloved a trip to the smithy to collect your armour should be first in our day, then a trip to the market for food and wine. Perhaps a short visit to my mother and father whilst in their area?"

The man, a very handsome Nord smiled and kissed his wife's deep blue hair.

"Indeed my love let us get ready, eat breakfast and make haste to town."

The couple dressed swiftly and ate a light breakfast of bread and fruit before donning thick bear skin coats. For although the sun shone brightly, every day is as cold as the last in the town of Dernhelm, which is situated high in the mountains of Skyrim. They walked round the back of their large house to a stable containing just two horses, a dark brown, smaller mare for the woman, and a larger black stallion for the man. They mounted the horses with ease and began the short ride to the town. As they approached the walls several of the guards nodded amiably to the man, who returned the gesture with a respectful incline of his head. They tied the horses to a hitching post near the centre of town and strolled arm-in-arm down the wide cobbled street.

The first stop was at the blacksmiths. The man walked up to the proprietor and said,

"Broder, my old friend, have you by chance repaired my armour yet?"

Broder smiled heartily and gestured for the man to follow him.

"Sieg, young fellow, what a fine day it is, tell me how are you and your beautiful wife?"

Sieg followed Broder to his back room and collected his newly mended steel armour. It had been badly damaged in a bandit camp raid several days before, and though Sieg could repair his armour to a degree in the field, it needed a smiths touch to get it back to full protection.

"We are fine, my friend, how are your wife and son Erich? A fine young boy by the way. He'll make you proud Broder."

Broder smiled, "Yes he will, He's a good lad, he helps his mother everyday as she gets closer to birthing our second child."

"Well congratulations Broder incase I am on duty when the babe arrives. Be sure to call on Anya, as she would be glad to help Charlotte when the time comes."

"Indeed I shall, I daresay the midwife would not let me in to help, after all I'm a man. Hah!" Broder and Sieg shared a companionable chuckle and Sieg carefully placed his armour into a special backpack he had made for it.

Sieg waved goodbye to his friend as he left the shop. Anya greeted her husband with a smile as she had her arms full with materials and other things. Evidently she had decided to make the rounds in the market and had several bulging sacks at her feet as well.

"Sieg I think we should drop our things home before continuing to my parents. I am fairly sure that as strong as you are, you are unable to carry weapons, armour and food all around town."

Sieg nodded, "Indeed, my love, but perhaps it would be better to send them by wagon"

Anya agreed and they paid a passing wagoneer to return their goods to their property. As the sun rose higher in the sky the city grew more crowded. Sieg and Anya had to struggle against the crowds and they were jostled around. The crowds were no problem until an opportunistic thief tried to snip away Anya's coin-purse. At Anya's sharp cry of alarm Sieg spun around and elbowed his way through the intervening people. The thief, realizing he had been spotted attempted to disappear, but the surrounding crowd blocked him in. As a furious Sieg approached, the man fell to his knees. When the raven-haired Nord reached his wife and checked she was okay, Sieg deftly retrieved her purse, before sticking two fingers in his mouth and blowing a sharp whistle three times, paused and blew another three times. Within moments, a large and hairy guard came pushing through the crowd.

"Good day Joten, it seems we have a thief" Sieg declared.

Joten shook his head and laughed loudly, "They never learn do they. I'll get Handron to speak to Gosford about his new apprentices."

Joten waved goodbye to Sieg before dragging the whimpering thief away. Anya calmed herself and touched a hand to Sieg's arm to get them back on their way. Sieg and Anya arrived at her parent's house soon after the attack and greeted the Chieftain's personal guard.

"Mikkel. How are you this sunny day?" Sieg asked.

"Very well Sir, how is the day treating you and Miss Vilfred?" Mikkel replied.

"Its Stengaard now Mikkel and it has been for 2 years now," Anya smiled

"Oh yes sorry Miss Stengaard, Sir, Chieftain Vilfred is expecting you inside," Mikkel apologized.

The couple entered the elaborately decorated house and went in search of the Chieftain and his wife.

Please R&R this isthe first oblivion fic either of us has written and would like ur opinions, just don't be ridiculus wen criticizing. thanks you