Authors Note
This is my first fanfic so I will make mistakes. Constuctive Critisism is wanted. The story is based of a Roleplay build Called "The Scarred Hero" By Syphr54.
As I watched the gaurds bring the body of the child of a bandit attack something changed in me, something vengeful. As I walked into Breezehome, my stomach lost its contents into the nearest pot i could find. "Weak son of a whore you are!" I sneered to my self angrily. " A man lost his woman and child today and you throwing over like a mewling child."
Looking anrgily around i found a bottle of ale and threw it furiously at the wall. "This must end, the empire does nothing about it. I'll do it myself. Justice must be served and nothing will stop me, not even death itself." Going upstairs I adorned my steel sword and shild as well as an iron greatsword that I used for decoration. As I walked out of my front door I took a deep breath and knowing I could very well be my last day on nirn, or the first of a legend. And the bandits at Fort Greymore will be the first to fall to me.
Charging head first into the fort i saw a bandit near the forge and proceeded to kill him with my greatsword before he even knew what was happening. Turning around after hearing screams an arrow grazed my shoulder. Locating the archer I ran at her faster than she could draw another arrow and decapitated her. As i finished two bandits with iron swords ran after me and started to attack. One overcorrected a heavy attacky and lost his balance giving me an opening to drive my sword into his gut. The other one looking at his now dead ally screamed with anger and started swinging wildly wearing himself out. After he exhausted himself I quickly dispatched him.
Heading into the fort I turned to go downstairs where a redgaurd bearing a steel battleaxe was doing his patrols. As we walked into eachother I swung my sword in a downward motion driving it into his shoulder. Hearing footsteps behing me I turned around to find an orc with another Steel Battleaxe in his hands. As he came down the stairs he swung downward. Jumping backwards to dodge the attack I quickly started a counter attack slicing the orc in his armm, causing him to scream out in a pure fury. Backing up, I tripped on the dead redgaurd and fell, causing the orc to smile as he lifted his battkeaxe for a killing blow that would surely send me to sovngarde. Jumping at him sword pointed at his chest in pure desperation I rammed my sword into his heart. However, as i did this the handle of his axe swung on my shoulder causing a loud crack. Stumbling backwards, I saw an old lady walk out of a room. Thinking she was a prisoner I ran over to her and asked "Are you all right? Come on you are no longer a prisoner for these bandits." Earning a small chuckle from the elderly lady she stated " Prisoner? Oh dearie no, i just clean up after this bunch. They are such a messy bunch." She said as she laughed again. Upon hearing this an unbridaled fury came over me and i yelled "YOU CLEAN UP FOR THEM! THEY ARE BANDITS. LOWIFES, MURDERS AND RAPISTS. THEY JUST KILLED A CHILD THIS MORNING. YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN THEM AND YOU SHALL DIE LIKE THEM!" And with that I ramming my sword into her side.