AN: A Little backstory about the creation of this. First off it is within the Canon of GPHnx 's Skyrim story, the Dragonborn of Skyrim (check it out) and my own character was included. This story is basically here to add some back story to him, add flavor to his own canon, and pretty much give me something to do.
"It was supposed to be an easy job, go into the ruins, find the treasure, and get out….but in this world nothing is ever easy"
Opens up to inside of some ancient Nord Ruins where a scaled armor clad Imperial was backed into a corner by two undead Nords, also known as draugr. This imperial had brown eyes and long black hair, tied back and a face that could nearly make any woman swoon like all the rest of his kind. In his right hand was a small dagger of daedric design, but on the bottom of the hilt was a built in soul gem. His left a torch
"You might be wondering why I wrote down this in my journal, well the reason is that sometimes I forget this lesson myself"
The Imperial with quick swipes cut the legs of the draugr down causing them to fall he then slammed the torch into the draugr's eyes burning them and continued into the crypt
"I am Bren T. Kage, master treasure hunter, and to whoever is reading my memoires know this, life is never easy, even the strongest king can struggle in life"
Bren the imperial stepped into the main burial chamber where he saw his prize, a large golden goblet, right on a stand in the middle of the room, behind it was a large stone coffin
"Ok this shouldn't be too hard" He said stepping forward, he noticed in the back a large wall with strange writing and checked it over
"Certainly nothing I can understand…its weird I keep seeing this in so many tombs and ruins, and yet no one I know reads it" Bren said going into his pack and taking some charcoal and paper and took some rubbings, hopefully his friend he knows could use it
"Anyway onto to business, sorry my Lord but I'm afraid I wish to take your goblet" Bren said to the coffin, while he was a treasure hunter he did show some respect to the dead and set some gold pieces to the coffin
He walked lowly to the stand and noticed something, "Ah the classic pressure plate, so if I'm right…" He looked up and saw small holes in the ceiling
"Bingo, take the goblet, get skewered….heh too easy" Bren said grabbing the goblet and going low, spears from the ceiling a mere inch from his face but he kept his cool and watched the spears retract.
"This is going right on the shelf" Bren said looking over the gold goblet, at least worth a good 3000. Course he rather keep it, he was about to put it into his pack when he heard the sound of stone hitting the floor and looked up and saw the coffin was wide open and a floating undead lord rose, angry as a giant who just lost his favorite club.
"This is not going to end well" Bren said drawing his dagger but was thrown back when the undead lord shouted "FUS!" and slammed into a wall, the goblet landing on the ground with a clang
"Damn it" Bren groaned getting up, he couldn't take him on head on and he sighed and closed his eyes
"Blood within me, hear my call, aid me in the name of my ancestors" He thought and his eyes began to glow white and he raises his left hand
"Be gone, in the name of Meridia" Bren called out and the lord cried out in pain as he was turned into ashes, Bren groaned. He disliked calling upon his blood, mostly due to the fear of what would happen when he died and had to pay up for this help. Bren didn't understand but through research discovered that his family was blessed by the Daedric lords, in return for their loyalty they were given the blood of the Daedric lords as well as their power, the name and family may have changed but the blood was still with them. Bren was the first in over 300 years to unlock this power, however this detail he didn't know.
For the moment at least Bren could only control the power of Merdia and Mephala.
Bren took the goblet and placed it into his pack and high tailed it out of there, he won his prize and wanted to get home to Solitude and rest.
Bren returned to Solitude and was smiling as he made it home to his mansion. Took him a few years of treasure hunting to pay for it, but it was completely worth the cost. He stepped inside and walked to the second floor where he went into a special room, inside it was filled with gold, gems, weapons, and many other valuables. He pulled out of his pack some random gems and tossed them into the pile, leaving one ruby in his hand and put into his pack. He then took the goblet on a shelf and smiled, but then clutched his head.
"Damn it, not now…." He groaned and went into another room and went to his safe and opened it. Inside were many bottle of a strange silver substance which he grabbed on and uncorked it and downed it.
"Skooma is the only thing that will calm me down whenever I feel like killing everyone" He thought wiping his lips and shivered a bit. He was an abuser but Skooma was something he was addicted to.
"Right, guess I better head to the Skeever" He said passing a mannequin equipped with specialized leather armor and hood.
Bren stepped out and went to the tavern, the Winking Skeever, there he was greeted by the barkeep
"Hey Bren, good to see you again, the usual?" He asked as Bren sat down at the counter and set the ruby onto the counter
"Free drinks for everyone" Bren said smirking and everyone in the tavern cheered as the barkeep chuckled and set a glass of fruit juice on the table
"One fruity elf for the treasure hunter" the barkeep said to Bren and Bren downed the fruit concoction
"Now that's good" Bren said and he felt a hand on his shoulder
"Well looks like someone is generous, care to share a little more"
It was the voice of a Nord, and judging by his grip, a user of heaver weapons
Bren didn't turn around, "I already paid for the drinks, I don't think you need any more" Bren said calmly and he was tossed to the ground and saw the Nord man and his two Nord buddies cracking their knuckles. They were in Imperial armor and Bren sighed, Imperial guards how annoying
"Let me rephrase that, hand over the money and we will be sure not to hurt you" He said, "Course you could try fighting us, but then again we fight for the Empire"
"You keep telling yourself that" Bren said getting up and dusting himself off
"Oh so you are a Stormcloak" The Nord said and his guard buddies drew their swords, the first one's greatsword still on his back
"No, I just don't care about the war, in my opinion Skyrim would be better without the Empire or the Storm Cloaks" Bren said calmly, the barkeep had set another Fruity Elf on the counter and Bren began to sip it
"Well what if we called you a traitor, then we can kill you" The Nord said
"Go ahead, call me a traitor, my family tree goes back to Cyrodiil, kill me and you will be put to death for killing a family member whose roots come from Cyrodiil" Bren said, his eyes closed, "Besides, I doubt you could kill me"
The Nord was seething and many of the patrons stood back but didn't seemed worried, in fact they seemed excited
"Get him!" the Nord cried and his buddies sprang up but Bren had already made his move, he splashed his drink into the first Nord's eyes causing him to fall back onto his friends. Bren then grabbed a nearby bottle of mead and used it to club the second guard in the head knocking him out, then he saw the last guard get up with his sword and thrust it at Bren but he twisted in time to dodge it and draw his own dagger
"Come on, I'm just one "traitor" as you put it, I think powerful guards of the Empire can fight me" Bren said using the dagger to parry the sword and get close to the surprised guard and elbow his face in. Bren had won, the first Nord groaned and Bren went to his pocket and drew a small pouch of gold and tossed it onto the man
"Payment for the bounty, and tell Elisif that Bren T. Kage said hi and I wouldn't mind having some tea with her sometime" Bren said to the dazed and slightly blinded guard. He then turned to the barkeep and said, "Sorry for the mess"
The barkeep just said, "No problem, get out of here, if they ask about you don't worry about witnesses, we all can vouch for you"
Bren smiled and left, guess it was time to head home, he made plans in his head to visit his friend about the rubbings he found in the crypt earlier. But for now time for sleep.