Tales of Solgrif, the Dragonborn
Prologue
I'm Solgrif, Solgrif Axevail. A Nordic warrior I am, an axe is my weapon of choice. Who would have known a dragon would attack? Ok I'm far ahead of things. Let me back up. So you know my name, my weapon… Oh, I know! So I was born and raised in Skyrim for thirteen years, then my family moved to Highrock.
This saddened my friends, just as much as me. I promised my friend Michael, a Redguard that I would return to Skyrim one day. My friend Cyrus Alomar a Khajit had gave me a golden necklace. Then, I moved.
Seven years later. I'm twenty; free to go back to Skyrim, So I sent the word to Michael who spread the word to my other friends, who I didn't mention.
But before I left to move back an Argonian came in very odd garb and gave me a letter, I opened it and it was from Cyrus. He told me to meet him in Cyrodiil. Odd, I didn't know he moved. So it took me two months to get there. Then I realized something… I DINN'T KNOW WHAT CITY HE MOVED TO! That put me back lost a nice amount of coin to 'bout two hundred septims. Thank Talos I'm in Burma. Should take about a few weeks to get to Skyrim if I'm on horseback. So when I get there I learn that entrance into Skyrim is Five hundred septims. So the logical choice is to sneak into Skyrim via the mountains that surround it. I see some people in blue clothes walking then some Imperials ambush them. But of course I end up in a bear trap. I gave a fight, got my axe out. I swung! The imperial blocked with his shield. Then with the foot that's free, I kick him back into a tree. Then I get my head hit with the hilt of a sword. Every thing goes black…