/So, this story is based in Skyrim. For those that haven't played Skyrim yet, leave now and go play. The game is awesome.
I don't own rights the game, but I do own my character, and he is... well, you'll find out/
I used to be an adventurer, like you.. Then I got arrested. Wait what? Yeah, that happened. I was building a piano with my father in our back yard when massive stones rained from the sky, a sky painted red with fire. My home was destroyed, most of my family was lost though my father managed to get me out of the village safely. My father... he's very strong. He honed his skills in battle long ago so he could teach me, his only son, how to one day fight for myself, he taught me how to defend myself with swords, knife, axe, and magic, he also taught me how to take care of myself, to be strong. He stayed strong, for me.
Ah, little me.. I was a short little thing, skinny as a twig. My father always said I was built like my mother, but everyone always said I looked most like my old man. Tan rough skin spotted with large dark blue scales. As I grew, these scales grew too, growing to cover my arms and fingers as well as my snout and brows. I got tall, much like my father and as I matured into a healthy young fella, my adult colors started showing. Bright yellows and golds appearing on my cheek bones and in my naturally dark brown eyes. Feathers of a bright blonde sprouted from my head between my twin long horns, more horns started to show up on my chin, jaw, and brow, but dad said that's normal for our breed.
My father on the other hand, he was always a big guy, not fat, but like... Well, he was built like a working horse. Very strong and tall. He had dark grey skin that was thick, almost gritty. Scales much like mine but dark as night and hard as stone. A snout like a dragon, long and fierce, full of clean white teeth. Horns growing out everywhere, chin, nose, brow, lips, everywhere. I think I got my feathers from him too, save for his were like that of a crow. His mature colors were powdered blues, almost whites, those colors were in the same places as mine, but his showed off his stunning lightning blue eyes. People always remembered him by those eyes. The last set of color he had was his breeding color.
When we first become sexually mature, our necks and chest flame with a vibrant color to show that we are in prime, these new colors will stay with us even until we are far out of our prime. These colors also come in one of two patterns, thick stripes from back to front of the neck and chest, like ribs or gills, the other is a wide stretch from the jaw to the belly, like if wine was dumped onto them. Dad had... interesting colors. Getting his later in life even after him and mom had us, his were the rib stripes, and they were blood red.
When my father had learned that I was arrested and sent to the block to be put to death for thievery, he mentioned to my face that I had grown into slime and wasn't worth saving. He had chosen his only son to pass on the family name and become something great, I failed him by giving into temptation and stole. He should have taken my sister or his wife, they wouldn't have let him down like I did.
In a daze, very lost in my thoughts, I stepped off the wagon and into a town I'd never seen before; looking at the faces of men and woman I'd never see again. I failed my father, and also myself. This is really the end for me.
"You there, step foreword" I did as instructed, the nord garbed in an average tunic looked up from his quill and parchment, tilting his head at me a little "Who, are you..?" what was that? Did he sound a bit distant, like he was questioning himself?
"Uh... I'm uh.." Oh shit, did I just forget my name? What is my name? Who am I? " Th-That's a good question, uh.. sir" I laughed stupidly, trying to forge myself more time to blunder my brain for the answer.
"We don't have all day lizard" the lady clad in some heavy armor beside the guy with the quill boasted, obviously she was very unamused with me, maybe she's just having a rough day. It sorta hurt my feelings, being called a lizard. I'm an Argonian, just like my father and his father his father before him. I don't care too much that she was having a bad day, it's no excuse to be a jerk.
"I- I'm Cheese" They all took a long moment to look at me in confusion, one of the armored fellas in the background looked to the cheese wedge he had been chewing before slowly lowering it to the dog at his side whom happily devoured it, looking away like he was never eating that cheese wedge in the first place "Cheese Jr. Actually, My father's name is Cheese. I go by Cheese though" I shrugged and smiled nervously, making the other prisoners around me shrink away a tad in fear. They must not get many Argonian visitors.
"Riiiiight, well.." The fella looked down at his notes again before turning to the lady with raised eyebrows "Uh.. what do we do about him? He's not on the list" Wait.. Not on the list? What does that mean? Is my crime not exactly a super bad crime that said I need to die today? Can I just give the pie back and go hug my dad? I'm free?
"We'll send him to the block too" ...What..? The block? Oh god, I'm truly going to die today. I can't wiggle my way out of this one. The maiden in steel called off a name I hadn't heard of, a tall man stepped foreword with his chin held high, his long flowing blond locks swayed gently with the slight wind that rippled the air.. Damn, if I were human, a woman, and not about to die, I'd so tap that ma- WATHUMP oh my..
I watched as that nord's head fell from his shoulders into a waiting basket, the woman nudged his lifeless body to the side with no regards for it or anyone looking. I may or may not have vomited in my mouth a little. It's a cruel world we live in, a very cruel word indeed.
"Next, the lizard" There it is again! She keeps calling me lizard. Even when being put to death, she's still chucking insults at me and just being a butt-head in general. I grumbled about being called a lizard as I stepped up to the block, she kicked the back of my knee and made me fall into the poor dead nord's blood. I could see his dead eyes looking up at me from the basket, his expression painfully relaxed in his death... I promptly lost my lunch right there, covering that head and basket in bile and bits of food mashed together into a creamy discolored substance that smelled faintly of apple pie. I was like a barf dragon, the vomit spraying from my throat like a jet stream of nasty. Everyone had stopped to watch me gush my guts out through my mouth and nose for the time it lasted.
Someone behind me said something like 'Ya sure we gonna kill this one? He doesn't seem like the sort to be a dangerous criminal...' I don't feel dangerous or like a criminal, I feel rather sick and ashamed of myself. After I coughed a little, I felt a foot press into my back, pressing me face down onto the block and into my own vomit. Nasty. The puke is still warm on my skin as I look up at the man whom is going to do the job of cutting my head off. Things were shouted somewhere, but I couldn't hear them, I was waiting to see my life flash before my eyes, but that never happened.
"Is that a bird?" A lady shouts from a window, pointing into the sky.
"Are you stupid, you dumb whore? No, that ain't no damn bird!" Her mate from down below shouts up at her, he had paused in his wood chopping to look into the sky for an instant before calling her crazy and ordering her to go make a sandwich.
"It's a DRAGON!" a small boy had dropped his ball and flung his arms into the air with his shout before screaming, everyone in town seemed to follow suit, flailing and screaming.
The man with the large axe that was going to be my death stumbled and fell when a massive black dragon landed on a close by guard post behind him. It looked furiously down at me like I were a slab of meat before bellowing a mighty roar that rendered the sky a blood red and made it cry flaming tears of death, striking more fear into the towns people and making me promptly shit myself on the spot.
After that.. Everything was just a blur, I had gotten up from the stone and set a mad dash to the closest undestroyed building, hands still bound behind my back. Unfortunately, this building was rather useless to me in every way. One door, a table and a chair, what was a window, maybe an old bookshelf, and a dresser. I'm a cornered fool. A sitting duck. An easy meal. Way to go Cheese, might as well put an apple in your mouth and lay down on a platter for the big-ass dragon. Hell, that dragon might just not be in the mood for stupid right now anyway! I grumbled and ran back out into the mass of hell-fire that had been this town.
"In here, quick!" Looking over, I seen a man shouting at me and waving his arm in a motion that meant for me to follow, and follow I did. "You must be that Cheese fella the town was talking about, boy are you lucky" Lucky? PAH! This guy doesn't know half the things I'v seen, the things I've done... "Come on, get to the top of the tower, we need to jump the wall!" What? Jump the wall? Get to the top of the tower? Oh, he must mean to go up these steps and meet him up there, I can do that!
Climbing the steps quickly, but watching my feet, I made it about half way up when I turned to see one of those guys from earlier looking back at me, I think he might have been the fella with the dog, I was about to smile and nod in his direction when suddenly the wall to my right exploded inward. That dragon had hooked itself onto the side of the building and busted in like a pro, it then opened it's wide jaws and spit a long hot inferno of red flames into the building.
That man I was looking at moments ago burned to death instantly right in front of my eyes, I lost my footing and fell down the steps backwards.
Making the trek back up the steps again, I tilted my head at the platform the dragon had destroyed, it had crumbled the roof in, blocking the way up to the roof. Hm, smart dragon. I felt the building rumble again, this made me act first and think later, I ran, jumping out the hole the dragon made in the side of the building. In mid-air, I seemed to understand what I just did and time seemed to slow down for a second. I was plummeting to the earth quickly and I couldn't do a thing about it besides shout in a voice that was anything but manly "SSHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIITT!" I closed my eyes tightly in a last attempt to hide away from my death.
There was a loud thud, whatever I had landed on was slightly warm and very hard, but I wasn't dead. Opening my eyes, I looked around, must be the upper level of a house that I fell into. Dumb luck on my part. Getting to my feet, I pressed on. Hopping down a hole in the floor into the main room of this house and jogging out the front door. It seemed as though the dragon was busy toying with some of the towns folk, so I took this moment to run around it.
"CHEESE! You made it! Into the keep" It was that guy again, standing in a door way and shouting at me to follow him like I was his best friend. Who the hell is this guy anyway? With no better options, I followed him once again.
/END PART ONE! Leeme know what you guys think and if you guys found any errors, until next time...
Happy Elder Scrolls everyone!/