Don't own nothing

Just a few warnings, this story will be full of some dark shit later on. All the grisly details and such. If you have a weak stomach you shouldn't read this, or maybe I'll not make it that graphic just because I'm not skilled, shrug.

Oh, and for the purposes of my story high elves, dark elves, and wood elves all look like they do in elder scrolls online, Skyrim did a bad job on that part :P

Empress of Death

Tylermech66

Neka opened her eyes as she woke to the motions of a wagon. She realized she was uncomfortably leaning back onto her bound arms and lean forwards.

She heard someone talking but ignored them as she attempted to remove the gag that she had in her mouth. It was still full of blood from when she had ripped out an imperial's bicep just after they had restrained her arms.

Neka glanced around and noticed that she was in a cart with some Stormcloak looking people. Although one was strangely... well dressed...

'By Namira!" Neka lurched back from the man, he was Ulfric Stormcloak! if he was here-

"Ulfric Stormcloak? Your the leader of the rebellion! But if your with us... by the gods! Where are they taking us!?" Neka looked sharply at the skinny Nord, then ignored them again as she tried to manipulate the gag out of her mouth, using the gag itself to move the cloth keeping it in her mouth.

She realized it was futile so she then simply swallowed the wool gag whole, bit through the cloth meant to keep in the gag and leaned over the edge to activate her gag reflex, expelling the clothe from her throat with some bile added to it.

One of the imperials on horseback following looked astonished and somewhat disgusted at this feat and Neka grinned widely back with teeth stained of blood and bile, and he quickly turned away ignoring her.

'Yah, above your pay grade kid' Neka stretched her jaw a bit then spoke to the blonde Nord in a demanding way.

"Do you know of this area Stormcloak? Surely you must have traveled much and have a general idea." The Nord looked up at her, then glanced around at the scenery.

"Ah, I believe we are between Falkreath and Whiterun. I know these area. I was raised close to here, then that means..." He quickly peered up the road ahead, and Neka followed suit.

There was some of that cheap but effective cobblestone walls so popular with the Empire, with a big wooden gate, the Nord seemed both happy and saddened by the sight.

"Ah, this is Helgen. Raised here. I wonder if Vylod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in, funny, I never thought that I would think of these walls as the place of my death." The Nord turned back to her and attempted to introduce himself.

"So Elf, what's you're name? I'm Ralof, of the Stormcloaks obviously, hah." Neka didn't want to get to know this Ralof, but she decided he might help her escape if she was not to tell him to much.

"Neka, I'm a battlemage, no allegiance" Neka glanced at the sky as her acute hearing picked up the faintest echo, no one else noticed so she didn't even ask if they heard it, but the sound seemed familiar somehow, yet also alien.

The carts stopped, and everyone got out. She got out last and watched a young and inexperienced looking soldier reading a list.

"Name... thank you, name... thank you, name... thank you, name... your not on the list?" The captain gave a snort of derision.

"Pft, put her to the block like everyone else" The man looked shocked at this, obviously he had not yet experienced the REAL army yet.

"But ma'am-"

"Do it, soldier!" The soldier seemed to struggle with his convictions for a few moments.

"By your order... captain." The soldier looked to her with pity, and a bit of frustration in his eyes, he obviously didn't think this was justice... if only he knew.

"I'm sorry, we'll make sure your remains are returned to Morrowind. Go in line with the others."

Morrowind, that wasn't a place she'd been to in a while, only there a week as she traveled from her home of Solstheim and settled in Cyrodiil to escape... things.

And now, she would finally pay for her actions, but she wasn't going to let them kill her, not like this.

'One spell, that's all I need. Plenty of the dead, but no, the art of raising headless corpses was lost long ago... something else!' Neka squirmed her arms, she wouldn't be able to use spells anyway, she might be able to do a flame cloak spell, and other ones that didn't need direct use of the palm's magical focus points.

A flame cloak it is then, loosen the restriction on the spell, burn skin and clothes, worthy sacrifice.

Neka performed the spell, held it, then released it just as the ax came down on the first Stormcloak.

The soldier behind her got hit with the initial heat and stumbled back. Neka slammed her body back into him in such a way that her leather bonds hit his sword, cutting them just enough that the fire and her own strength could rip the rest.

She formed a fireball between both her hands just as the smarter soldier backed away quickly. Neka grinned manically as she slammed the fireball into the ground, making a fiery explosion that incinerated anyone nearby, including Ralof and the list reader.

She quickly grabbed a sword of the dead and readied another fireball in her left hand, only wincing slightly, long having been used to ignoring the burns all over her skin. Aiming at the general who was attempting to stare her down she let a smirk come across her relatively burn-free face.

"Now then, Mr. Tulius, I am going to leave... peacefully, and you are not going to stop me or you and your entire imperial squad next to you is killed by the fire rune you are now standing on, DON'T MOVE, you'll... die." Tulius looked down and saw that he was indeed standing on a rune. He obviously had no idea how she'd done that and she wouldn't tell him.

"Right now I am keeping it from exploding with my magicka, if I die you do to, and will also if your soldiers move, because I'm nice like that." Neka Turned to Ulfric and undid his gag and bonds, then moved onto another Stormcloak as she spoke next.

"Ulfric, All I ask for releasing you and your people is to not try to kill the general right now and help me get out of here. I don't want the legion after me anymore than they already will be" Ulfric glared at Tulius but nodded, isn't Nord honor useful?

"We owe you a debt of gratitude mage, we will respect your decision, but as soon as you are outside the walls all debts will be payed." Neka nodded.

"Fair enough, let's go!" They started running and the gates were up ahead, but the loudest roar of them all suddenly hit them and a shadow covered them, the people finally noticing.

Neka looked up and gasped in shock, a DRAGON! A real dragon that looks to be in a familiar sort of mood.

"I think we need to run faster!" The Stormcloaks and Ulfric as efficiently as they could removed the deadlock from the gate and pushed them open, getting out and running as fast as they could into the wilderness, Neka ran the other way, along the outer wall so that the dragon would follow the larger group and ignore her.

She made it to the north side and quickly made her way down the slopes, until she came across a bandit ridden mine, Neka killed the Bandit guarding the entrance and, feeling much safer inside, took a small breather before clearing the mine of bandits, then she hunkered down as soon as she made a few corpses stand guard at the entrance before entering the chieftain's room and plopping herself into the wood and fur bed.

She was exhausted, she needed sleep. She'd heal her burns tomorrow.

This started out as a little experiment, then I realized that it could make a damn fine story if I did it right, which is why I have some of the story completed instead of my usual crap of updating as I finish stuff.

I hope for this to be one of the greats, but I'm not afraid to do a few taboo things, if you haven't guessed as to Neka's nature yet.

I'll try to keep Author's Notes to a minimum.