I decided to wright a Skyrim story involving my Skyrim character(Nord thief/assassin/fighter) yes my character has 80 sneak, 55 one handed, 40 pickpocketing, 35 lock picking, 30 speech, 56 archery and 45 light armor, so I kinda classify him as all !

Rha'zid

race- nord

appearances- not very muscley, short 5'6 thinish long brown hair a short brown beard.

personalty- very nice, doesn't kill unless he has to, good friend, quiet, charming.

"we really got those silver hands didn't we?" Farkas boasts jokingly "yeah, we sure did" I reply, Farkas and I were leaving the silver hand camp we just "cleared". "I bet there will be a feast in our honor, wouldn't that be great?" Farkas asks, I turn my head

toward him and smile "feast?, a feast is an understatement for the meal we'll get" I say, Farkas is holding a list, our contract to be exact and he's crossing of names until he comes to one and he frowns, looking away from the list he says "shit, we've missed

one" we both stop in our tracks I grab the list and look at it, he's right we've missed one I look up from the list and when the missing silver hand emerges from behind a tree and sprinting toward Farkas, I bring my hand up and point towards him , Farkas

looks at me confused finally I call out "behind you!" his face turns from joyful to a look of horror, he twists around to engage the attacker but it's too late the silver hand thrusts his sword in-between the joints of his steel plating plunging his silver sword deep

in him and giving a gut wrenching twist and pulling out his bloodied blade as well as Farkas's entrails and the man looks at with a stare full of hate pushes Farkas's bloodied body off of him and runs towards me "oh god!' I scream out my voice betraying my

fear of this man i bring my hand down to the freezing cold metal of my sword handle and unsheathe it in one cool quick fluid movement. He's two steps away from me when he lunges his blade slicing the air where my head was a moment ago, before I know it

he recovers from his lunge and sets upon me again this time a downward strike I bring my sword up and parry the blow causing him to stagger back "your dead!" the man calls out, I take a swipe at him "AAAHHH!" he screams out clutching his bleeding right

arm I reel back for another swing this time aiming at his neck but before I can swing the man tackles me into the snow knocking my sword out of my hands "I'm going to kill you for that!" he screams in my face, I quickly grab a handful of snow and shove it in

your face he leans back allowing me to twist him over pinning him to the ground, the snow already turning bright crimson and steaming with blood which I'm shoving his face into hoping to suffocate him he brings up his elbow and jabs me into my face

knocking me to the side and allowing him to get back up "time to finish this" he says pulling out a dagger from his boot and with one thrust it punctures my skin and glides in-between my ribcage ripping and tearing anything that gets in its way, he's smiling

pushing the dagger deeper and deeper while my hand is reaching out for anything I can use as a weapon, still smiling the man notices what's happening, but before he can stop me I grab the hilt of my sword he lunges too for my sword and then before he

can grab it I bring it up and with one quick horizontal stroke his head is no longer attached to its owner, his lifeless body falls on top of me almost drowning me in the torrent of blood that's gushing out from his neck, I gag at the taste of his blood going down

my throat and push him off I roll over on my stomach causing bolts of pain to run up my body making me scream in agony, I drag myself over to Farkas until I'm right next to him "Farkas?" I moan out, his blank lifeless eyes are staring at me "Farkas?" I call out

one more time pulling me on top of him, I'm crying now, I'm crying and cursing and screaming I stop for a moment and I grab his hand and resting it on his body, as I lay there my fingers intertwined with his, and my blood mingling together with his, with tears

spilling down my cheeks my last thought is "it's my fault"

3 months earlier

"are you ready brother?" the Khajiit Urjabhi asks peering through the bushes that we're hiding in, I scoot closer and ask "you think the we can actually make it?" we're at the border that divides Elsweyr from Skyrim, "sshhh" he whispers and points towards a

guard that is patrolling the low border wall, its night and he's carrying a torch and has a bow slung across his chest stopping at every few feet to scan the darkness for intruders Urjabhi looks towards me and brings his hand up and points toward a noticeably

large crack in the wall that we could use as a foot hold to climb up, ever so silently he steps backwards being careful not to trip or make any noise at all and moves towards our camp. Once we're there he sits on his bedroll and I do the same aster a few

moments he breaks the silence "pack your things we're going tonight" I do exactly as he asks, rolling up whatever precious items I managed to hang on to in my bedroll before we leave he says to me "remember young one Skyrim get cold, not like Elsweyr

where it is warm" I nod and quickly grab some fur hanging from the entrance of my tent and pack it into my bedroll which is now wrapped around my back, its now 12 am and me and Urjabhi are slowly crawling on our bellies towards the crack in the wall

stopping every once in a while if a sentry might look in our direction after an hour of crawling we make it to the wall and Urjabhi is the first to attempt to scale it he slowly starts to get up and crab walks towards it when he makes it he looks around for guards

and then digs a clawed finger into the crack and after that he hooks his foot in the crack as well he test his weight, it holds and quickly but quietly he makes his way up the wall, he come to the edge of the top of the wall and hooks both hands on the edge

and pulls himself up, he crouches and looks for the sentry, the sentry is on the other side of the border, he opens his nap sack and pulls out a coil of rope and drops one end down to me I quickly get up and scuttle over to the rope, when I finally get there

Urjabhi is urging me to go faster I grab onto the rope and with both hands I start to climb up it, I thought I was going to fall a couple of times but I make it up with the help of Urjabhi of course he moves closer to meand whispers in my ear "good job,

youngling we're half way there" just then the sentry appears from over the bend in the wall.