Jester's ring on the Black Hand
I don't own anything from Skyrim
I use Caroline, my real name, in all my stories and I only own my OC, and I give a huge thanks to my beta reader Writer of the North! * hugs* Thanks again!
I came here to try and start a new life for myself wanting to start anew. As fate would have it I accidently came along at the wrong time, and became mixed up in an ambush for a group of rebels, which lead me to being knocked out and thrown in to the back of a wagon that was heading for Talos knows where. Then nearly lost my head to the headsman's axe, but before the headsman could swing his axe a black dragon attacked the village where the imperials planned on ending our lives.
Just as the headsman had raised his bloody axe above his head, still stained with the blood of the Nord that lost his own before me, the dragon attacked killing almost everyone immediately. It was a miracle that any one was still alive as stone walls fell around us, fire whooshing overhead. You could almost hear it cackling as it tried to find something to catch in its fiery grips to consume it and make it stronger to spread and destroy.
My cheek was caked in his blood still warm from the Nord's last moments on this earthly plane. I ran as fast as I could, my hands still bound in front of me, trying to keep up and not fall over the debris that scattered the ground, following Raolf to where Ulfric Stormcloak was talking to his men.
They begin to free each other and figure a way out of this nightmare alive. I didn't know why they were ignoring the fact my hands were still bound, maybe it because I was an Imperial myself. We climbed the tower only having enough time for me to make a life threating jump to another building, where after exiting the building was almost burnt to death again!
I had followed a fellow Imperial through the burning village, villagers screaming out in pain and fear trying to escape the village they once called home that was now worse than the Void or Oblivion itself. When we arrived at the bunkhouse that appeared to have a secret exit, Raolf came towards us. I was more interested in trying to free myself when they got in to an argument like two girls fighting over a cute village boy. I looked up at them; my own people were ready to kill me when I decided not to be involved in the war. It was then and there I decided to fallow Raolf and join the Stormcloaks.
I told him that I would agree to join the Stormcloaks to drive the Legion out of Skyrim. My love for my own people and homeland was now dead, as my parents and ancestors in the ground; I would help to put Ulfric as High King.
That had been well over seven months now and shehad been very busy. Raolf's sister had asked her to go to Whiterun to secure more guards for Riverside village. Which had lead to her learning that she was Dragonborn. She was heading back to Dragonsreach when a thunderous shouting ripped through the sky from the mountains calling for Dovakin, becoming a Thane for Whiterun after killing a dragon that attacked a watchtower.
The jarl told her to meet and learn from the Graybeards since the had summoned her to do so on how to use her Shouts, after learning what she could from them, before having to prove herself again to them by retrieving the horn from their founders tomb, only to find a note telling her to return to Riverside and rent a room at the inn.
The owner of the inn was one of the last members of a group called the Blades. She had been looking for her for a long time. She then gave her the horn only to drag her along to a dragon's burial mound. There stood the black dragon that had attacked Helagn. It was shouting at the mound bringing it's dead dragon brother back to life. They managed to kill the beast. She gasped, freezing in her spot as the dragon's soul filled her body, it was only then that she believed she was Dragonborn and began to fill in the blanks. She then made it back to the Graybeards and to finish her training.
She headed out to join the Stormcloaks located in Windhelm. She had made it to Windhelm and the palace of the kings and joined the Stormcloaks, though she had to prove herself by going and hunt down and kill an Icewrath and bring back its teeth as proof.
She was now in Riftan, a busy little city like lakeside village with canals under the bridges, taking a break from missions that Ulfric would send her on to help further his lead in this war. She had learned from a young orphaned boy in Windhelm that at his orphanage an evil woman was in charge of their well-being. He must have thought she was an assassin he asked her to kill the woman. She couldn't really say no, so she went to investigate, only to find out about her and killed the cruel woman.
Never letting anyone adopt a child, never showing them love or kindnesses, forcing them do all the work around there, and making them repeat memorized lines, she was called 'Grada the Kind' in irony.
Right now she was in this Inn trying to drink away her guilt with strong mead but this was for a different kind of guilt. She had enjoyed killing the old woman in the manner that she had done it in. She had liked it when she was sneaking in there when everyone was asleep, ending her life with her poison coated dagger in the belly as she lay on her bed dreaming whatever foul woman like her dreamed about and then got away before anyone had woken.
She was happy that she had killed her in cold blood. She had gone back to the boy in Windhelm to inform him that he could go back to the Orphanage where a kind young woman that was now working there and really did love and care for them, was waiting for him. He gave her his family heirloom to sell for a large sum of money, which promptly she did.
She sighed as she buried her furred gloved fingers of one hand in her long chocolate brown hair which was now tied back in a messy braid to the middle of her back. Her glacier blue eyes stare at the reflection of her in the mead in her cup. Her cheeks were a little rosy from the slight buzz her had gotten. She decided that she had enough and paid for a room.
She didn't bother undressing out of her Stormcloak uniform or to even take her traveling bag off with her twin daggers and bow. She moved to the side of the bed near the wall with her quiver filled with arrows, as she lay down and closed her eyes, and let her slightly drunken sleep claim her not knowing by falling asleep after doing what she had done would bring a huge change in to her life.
When she had woken up, she was not in the inn anymore, but an old shack that looked like it had not been lived in by anyone alive in a long, long time. She looked around the floor near her, and found her weapons. Grabbing them, she felt a little better, but had the feeling that someone was watching her. She slowly stood up having to bend her head slightly. As she looked around, her eyes were drawn to where one of the light sources where coming from. On top of a bookshelf leaning against one of the roof beams, half hidden in shadow, was what looked like a woman dressed in red and black form fitting leather. Her armored face hidden and the only part of her face that she could see were her hazel eyes and blonde eyebrows.
She turns slowly to look at the mysterious lady and slightly narrowed her eyes. She seemed to have been waiting for her to wake-up. She could almost see her smiling behind that mask that covered the lower half of her face. When she spoke it was a deep tone that had the feel of authority in it and of danger. She stood in a slight stance waiting, with her right hand on her blade that rested on her left hip.
"Ah good your awake I have been waiting, you see that old woman you killed was not your prey to take, but don't get me wrong, I like your style." She said with an amused tone.
She stayed silent.
"I have been watching you ever since you left the boys old home, but that was a Dark brotherhood contract, a contract that you must repay. "Her tone dropped slightly; and she leaned forward as she spoke.
She watched her movements, her hand never leaving the pommel of her blade. When she finally spoke she said. "And how am I to repay for this life that you and your kin were to take, if it is mine you will see I will not part with it so easily"
"Well if I had wanted that we would not be speaking now would we ….no we wouldn't if you would look behind you, you will see three people bound and heads covered, one of them has a contract on their head. Figure out which one it is, and kill them then you and the other two are free to go"
She replied looking over at the spoken three, she felt as if she didn't have much of a choice not saying a word. She simply nodded and walked over and listened to what each had to say, with her blade in hand. When she heard the third one speak and tell all they had done she knew who she would want a contract on. She lifted the blade back and brought it down, tearing through cloth and skin. Blood went with it to, along with their last breath one this earthly plane.