Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim pr any of the characters in this story except for Raganoff.
This is just going to be a short test chapter to see if you guys like it. Reviews are greatly appreciated, criticism as well, feel free to be dicks about it because I don't really care and I know you guys will do it anyway so hope you enjoy.
A hush falls over the crown as the tall argonian is pushed into the ring. Wearing nothing but the white undercloth, he picks up his weapon. An old, unsteady longbow. The gate on the other side opens slowly to reveal the ugliest thing he had ever seen. The frost troll entered, with the champions helmet of gold. In the desert of Hammerfell, the sun blasted down of Raganoff, his argonian skin flaking with heat. The argonians may be a simple breed, but when you were crossbred, you are not simple at all. Raganoff's father and mother were argonian, but his soul as that of a dragon.
"Fus...Ro Dah!" shouted Raganoff, throwing the frost troll back into the wall and with one swift motion, knocked an arrow, and penetrated it chest with the sharp point. The troll was motion less but the arrow quivering in his heart. He walked out of the gate, saying nothing. He claimed his rewards and left, leaving everyone to wonder what had just happened. That troll was given to the leader of the Arena by Boethiah. Ths was no simple crime. He killed the fruit of a god. He would pay.
As the tall argonian paddled his horse along the dirt road leading to his cottage in the deep caves in the Throat of the World, he heard the clopping of a horse about thirty feet back but when he looked back, there was nothing but the usual white of the blizzards. As he opened the door to the small cave, a hand reached to his mouth from behind. He felt a stab at his back, but his thick daedric armour locked it. He turned to see the face of his old friend.
"Astri- AHHH" she shoved him to the ground and pushed him to the edge.
"You fucked with Boethiah, now she fucks with you." she yelled pushing him off the edge. She watched his limp body hit the ledge thirty feet below.
"Bye bye." Astrid walked away, leaving Raganoff for dead.
But with a groan, he st up, Astrid's dagger protruding out of his side. And with that, he faded back to sleep.