A Empire Torn

by Robertthekingslayer

The Septim Empire has fallen. The Meades now rule a corrupt illusion of its former glory. Skyrim is at war with itself. Ancient evils have rose again this time more powerful than ever before. Now its up to three heroes, a Dark Elf thief, a Half- Wood Elf Half-Nord Mage , and a Khajiit Assassin. Now are the days of a empire torn. Now are the days of the Dragonborns.

1. Chapter 1

A Empire Torn

Authors note

Hey guys this is my second posted fanfiction and it is taking place in Skyrim. As always be read and review all constructive criticism is appreciated enjoy the story.

Standing inside the fabled halls of high Hrothgar Torygg forgot the chill of the mountain air as he looked at the ancient monastery. The half-Wood Elf-half-Nord was 6'1" and his brown hair hung shabbily over his face. At his side was Willis Ebonheart and Wolfis who was a odd Khajiit. Willis was a Dark Elf who stood 5'8" with red hair, typical Dunmer skin and startling black eyes. Wolfis was a different story though. The Khajiit had blood red fur, a royal violet colored mane that went to his shoulders, a steel grey left eye, and a rose pink right eye. He was one of the few cats who actually talked like a normal person too. The cat stood 6'6 and had a intimidating look to him. The ancient temple was awe inspiring to say the least. The temple was spacious and had a homelike feel to it. His shoulders still ached from carrying his supplies up the 7,000 steps to the temple but he knew it was for a good cause. They had made this journey to hear what the Greybeards had to say to them after the events in Whiterun. Just remembering what they went through to get to this point was enough to make him shudder. The roar was something he'd never forget as well. It filled the sky. The day had started out peacefully as the three of them had delivered the Dragonstone to the court "wizard" of Whiterun. Then all hell had broken loose as the housecarl of Jarl Balgruuf ran into the room telling the group to come meet the Jarl because a dragon was attacking the watch tower. After getting the word from the Jarl they had hurried to the tower only to find it destroyed. Willis had been cracking jokes next to a guard while Wolfias was exploring the wreckage when a roar shook the sky. The massive beast roared before diving straight for the group. Torygg had cursed before yelling "Get to cover!" With that he had sprinted into the tower summoning his bound bow to his hand. At the top the image he saw was astounding. The dragon was bathing the already destroyed wall with fire while the guards roared battle cries and fought it. Willis was running in between shards of rock taking pot shots at it while Wolfias ran around swinging his chains around scoring hits all across the beasts sides while yelling insults. After taking this all in he had fire five quick arrows into the dragons back causing it's roars to increase in volume. It had turned with surprising agility and using it's tail it had slammed Wolfias into the wall of the tower before burning a small cluster of guards and taking off. As it flew Willis had peppered it's wings with arrows from his long bow which had little effect. Toryggs arrows had dealt minimum damage then after completing a circuit around the tower the dragon landed and roared a challenge to all in the area. Wolfias who had climbed to his feet moments before jumped and stabbed the blade at the ends of his chains into it's chest. Roaring again the dragon took flight and seeing Torygg on the tower it had swung it's tail at him which had caused the half elf to dive for cover. Torygg had gotten up cursing his luck. "It had to be a dragon. Of all the freaking creatures to fight I get dragons." He said to himself as he stood. Running back to the tower he saw Wolfias on the dragons back slamming his chains into it's back as Willis launched arrow after arrow into it's chest. Looking down and seeing the dragon breathing fire yet again Torygg had drawn his steel sword from is sheath with a ringing noise as he charged a conjuration spell in his left hand that would summon his familiar to fight alongside him and with that he had ran from the tower. With a roar he had joined the battle along side Willis and Wolfias until the beast had been slain finally. But in it's final moments it had shocked everyone. It's soul revealed that they were all Dragonborn. Now here they stood in High Hrothgar. He could hear Wolfias and Willis laughing as he was shook back to reality when he heard a ancient voice speak saying "I am Master Arngeir and you three most be the Dovahkiin." Looking around at his newfound friends they all three replied "Yes Master Arngeir. We heard your call and we have come to learn." With that the three final Dragonborns of history followed their master into the ancient temple and towards their destiny.