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Chapter 1
Urgorad sighed deeply as he saw the townspeople close their shutters and heard the click of the door locks. "You don't belong here fur balls!" he heard a voice shout from behind a door. Urgorad stopped in the center of the small Cyrodillic border town smoking with anger."It is not worth it Urgorad" Purred Jo-vir, one of the female members of the Khajiit Caravan he was travelling with.
"These people need to learn respect, Jo-vir. We can't just let them push us around." Urgorad told her. "But, that is how it has always been and that is what it will always be like. These people see us as beneath them, and when they outnumber us so, we can do nothing to contradict them." Jo-vir responded. "We need to hurry if we are to reach the Campsite Ra'li has marked for us. Urgorad followed reluctantly, looking at the locked doors as the caravan passed through the town.
As he walked, Urgorad reflected back on his past. It had been almost 3 months since he left Elsweyr. He would rather not think about why he had left. He heard a voice and turned his head to see a small group of Khajiit children running around and shrieking with glee. He smiled sadly, remembering when he did not know about the harsh real world out there and could be carefree with his friends. He watched as one of them pounced on another and they rolled around in the dirt. Then a older khajiit called out to the group of children and they stopped wrestling. They all scampered off and were lost to Urgorads vision.
They trekked on until they reached a snowy forest. "According to my maps, we are a week's walk from Ivarstead. It is directly northeast of us. We shall camp here for the night." Spoke Ra'li the caravan's leader. All of the traders gratefully unloaded their packs and spread out their bedrolls. The group of kids from earlier were playing tag and running around. Urgorad walked over to a tree and laid his bedroll up against it. He then brought out a whetstone and a handful of arrowheads and began sharpening them.
After about 20 minutes of working he realized that he had an audience. The three children that had been popping up all day were standing a few feet from him. "What are you doing sir?" one said. He had small ears and fuzzy white fur with grey markings. "Well, I'm using this" he held up his whetstone, "To sharpen these." He showed them his arrowheads. "Oh.. Are you a solider?" the fuzzball inquired. "Not anymore.. Want to see a cool trick?" Urgorad asked, hastily changing the subject. "Sure!" All three of them squeaked. "Ok, Stand back then." Urgorad picked up his bow. " You see that apple in the tree over there?" He asked the children pointing at a large tree on the other side of the clearing they were camped in.. "Yep! What are you gonna do sir? That is way too far to hit, its almost too far to see!" they exclaimed. Urgorad didn't make another sound. He fitted an arrow to his bowstring and drew back. He sighted and let loose an arrow. It whistled through the arrow and hit the apple's stem severing it and causing the fruit to fall to the ground.
He walked over, picked it up and threw it to the children. "Wow, thanks sir!" the spokesman of the group said. "You're really good!" Urgorad laughed and sat back down and resumed his work. Suddenly, He heard the sound of Horse hooves hitting the ground. he looked up to see a group of imperials on horseback entering the clearing. As he scanned the warriors he noticed two small carts filled with prisoners were standing behind them. "We mean you no harm; we only wish to pass through". Ra'li explained. "Ha! You, Mean us, Harm? That is a good joke cat!" A different one laughed. A hotheaded warrior named Do'siy slit his eyes in anger, and reached for the iron broadsword on his back. He never reached it. An arrow suddenly protruded out of his chest. He fell backward with a shocked expression on his face. One of the children screamed but was silenced by a sword to the chest. The world seemed to spin in slow motion. Urgorad drew his bow, nocked an arrow and fired, hitting the first warrior who had spoken in the throat. The warrior crumpled forward and a wave of people broke the treeline, all of whom were armed to the teeth. They cut through the untrained Khajiit like wildfire. Urgorad continued to keep up a steady stream of arrows until he was hit from behind. A red haze filled his vision as he fell face first, into the ground. The screams of death slowly subsided. "I think that's all of them." He heard a voice say. "this one still breathes, sir." Another said. "Put him into the cart with the storm cloaks. He killed many good Imperial Soldiers today. I want him executed!" A third said in a commanding tone. Urgorad felt himself being hoisted upwards and he blacked out.
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-TheBerserker18
