Welcome to Skyrim
A young Imperial man was working at the Sassacre Forge in the Imperial City. He was a young man who had just reached the age of 18. He had a lighter skin tone than most imperials, messy black hair, and buck teeth protruding from his mouth. His blue eyes were concentrated on the iron sword he was currently making. He had worked there as an apprentice for a couple years. His family owned the forge, and it was his plan to one day own it as well. He hammered the hot iron a few more times before taking the sword over to the sharpening wheel. He ground it fine and sharp to make an excellent iron sword. He put it in a pile with the other one he made that day and headed inside. The grumpy shopkeeper Karkat was at the counter. Karkat was a close friend of John, and was teh only one not family working at the Sassacre Forge. Karkat was a troll, and there were quite a few in the Imperial City. not much was really known about the Troll race, but those stories of them coming down from an alien space craft in the 1st era are probably fake. John's older cousin Jake was stocking display cases around the store. "Hello John, all finished with your work?"Jake greeted him.
"Yeah, i'm all finished for the week." John said as he took off his gloves and apron. "Where's my dad?"
"Ah, he went out for lunch not too long ago. Want to say goodbye before your long trip tomorrow?" Jake asked as he locked up a case full of steel daggers.
"Yeah, it'll be nice to see Jade again though, I haven't seen her in so long." John put his apron and gloves in the back room and walked out into the main part of the store again. "I'll tell her you said hi too Karkat, we all know yo had a crush on her back when we were kids." That remark was net with Karkat flipping John the bird. John chuckled to himself. He may be grumpy, but they had Karkat around for a reason. Someone walked into the store and places a sword snapped in two on the counter. "Hey, your shitty sword broke, I want a refund." Karkat just kept leaning on the counter and looked up at the guy.
"Ok, first off, do you think i'm some kind of fucking idiot or nook kisser? Because you'd be wrong on both accounts. This is an Orcish sword, do we look like Orcs to you? John, is your dad an Orc?"
"Uhhh, no." John stammered trying to to get caught up.
"Exactly, we don't make Orcish weapons, this isn't ours. Second, how the fuck did you even mange to break an Orcish sword? Did you piss off a Daedra or something stupid?" The man just stood there shooting an angry look at Karkat.
"I'm telling you, I got this sword here." The Imperial man tried to tell Karkat.
"Really? Because do you know what I see here?" Karkat took the handle half and pointed at a small sign engraved on the hilt. "That's not our engraving, nor is it where we put ours. That's the mark for Dushkin Yal. You got this blade in Skyrim, and then somehow actually manged to break an Orcish sword. now get your dumb ass out of this shop." At being humiliated, the man took the two sword pieces and left. John and Jake were left speechless after witnessing that display. After a small moment of silence Jake spoke up, "And that's why we keep you around Karkat." He joked.
The next day, John headed out early for Skyrim. He went to one of the steeds his family owned and took it. He rode off North into Skyrim to visit his sister Jade. It had been nearly 3 years since she left. He had written her and planned the trip ahead. It would be nice to see his sister after such a long time. He rode off north to Skyrim.
John awoke with a jolt. He was riding in the back of a carriage with his hands tied together. There was an Imperial soldier driving and another carriage in front. Two soldiers on horse were on both the front and back of the convoy. John looked around to examine his surroundings. There were three other men in the same carriage. One burly man with long blonde hair, one next to John with his mouth gagged, and a third wearing rags. All the men were Nords. The man across from John spoke to him. "You're finally awake. You were caught in that imperial ambush along with the rest of us." John was confused and didn't know what to say. "You were trying to cross the border into Skyrim right?"
"Yeah... I was coming to visit my sister." John told the man.
"Ay, you picked a bad time to come to Skyrim." The man in rags spoke up then.
"Damn you Stormcloaks, the empire was fine until you showed up. I could have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell."
"We are all brothers in binds now." The blonde told the man in rags.
"Stormclocks?" John asked curiously. Everyone in the back fixed their gaze on John.
"You're not from here right?" The blonde Nord asked.
"No, i'm an apprentice at a forge in the Imperial City." John told him.
"Well i'm sure you know the ban of the worship of Talos." John nodded. "Well some of us in Skyrim don't like that law, and the damn Thalmor are taking people away for worshiping Talos. So our leader here, Alfred Stormcloak, leads a rebellion against the empire for bowing to the whims of the Thalmor. Sadly, it seems our efforts were in vain." The ragged man's eyes went wide at hearing that last part.
"Ulfric Stormcloak?" He turned to the man with the gag "You're the leader of the rebellion, if they're captured you... oh gods, where are they taking us?"
"I don't know, but Sovngarde awaits." The blonde said rather calmly. The convoy came up upon a town. John had no clue where he was and he was scared more than he had ever been. He knew what was going to happen and couldn't believe it. He was only 18 and about to die. He had accidentally gotten mixed up for a rebel and was about to be executed. His breath rapidly increased and he could feel the fear growing up in his gut. The carriage rolled into the town. There were people stopping and watching as the convoy came to town. The man in the back with gold armor trailed off. It looked like he was talking to some High Elves in black robes. "Damn Thalmor, and there's General Tulius off to plot with them." The blonde said at noticing that. He then noticed John seemed to have a lot on his mind with the whole situation. "Hey, what are you doing in Skyrim?" The man asked John.
"I came to visit my sister, she moved up here and joined the Companions." The man went a little wide eyed at that.
"A companion eh? Well at least there's someone who can carry honor on in your family." As the man said that the carriage stopped by a tower. Everyone began to exit the vehicles and were ordered to line up. There was an officer and soldier with a list in front of the line made by the carriage John was in. The soldier began to call out names. "Ralof of Riverwood." The blonde man stepped out and taken to stand in front of the executioner. "Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." The gagged man stepped out. "Lokir of Rorikstead." The man in rags walked up to him.
"Please, i'm not a rebel, you can't do this." He began to run off and the officer ordered him to stop. She then yelled for the archers and the man was shot down. "Anyone else feel like running?" John thought about it for a little. He was thinking it would be faster and less gruesome to just be shot down by an arrow. He then decided he should at least face his death with some courage and decided not to. "You there, step forward." John did so as instructed by the soldier. "Who are you?" he asked.
"My name's John Egbert, i'm from the Imperial City. Please I was just coming to visit my sister, she's a companion." The soldier was a Nord and took notice of the last part. "Sir, what should we do? If he's related to one of the Companions we could have an uproar."
"He goes the to block just like everyone else." The Captain ordered. John felt a little disheartened at hearing that, but he never really thought that would work. "Yes sire. I'm sorry, we'll make sure your remains are returned to Cyrodil." The soldier told John. "Follow the Captain prisoner." The officer walked off and John followed her and stood in the crowd of prisoners. There was an executioner standing in front along with the captain and a priest of Arkay. General Tulis was mocking Ulfric for being caught before he stepped away. The captain ordered the priest "Give them their last rites." The priest began to speak, "As we commend your souls to Aetherius, the blessing of the 8 divines be upon you..." She was cut off when a rebel stepped up and yelled out "for the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with."
"As you wish." The priest said. The rebel knelled down and put his neck to the block. Everyone was quiet as the axe man raised his weapon. He brought it down with a thud as he cut off the head of the Stormcloak. . His body was kicked down by the captain. A rebel yelled out "You imperial bastards!" Followed by a citizen nearby yelling "Death to the Stormcloaks." Ralof just commented "As fearless in death as he was in life."
"Next, the renegade from Cyrodil." A strange noise that sounded like a roar was head and everyone looked up and around. "What was that?" The solider asked. The captain barked at him "I said, next prisoner!"
"up to the block prisoner, nice and easy." John walked up to face his death. His mind raced as he walked up to the block. He was standing in front of it with fear filling his gut. He knelled down and he saw the executioner. He held his axe up...
Then as if by some miracle if you could call it that, a dragon swooped down and landed on the tower. There was a lot of commotion as everyone panicked. Except the executioner. For whatever reason the executioner seemed unaware there was a dragon behind him. Maybe he was hard at hearing and didn't notice, or maybe he was incredibly bloodthirsty and borderline insane and not fit to be wielding such a large axe in the first place. In any case, the dragon let out a shot which sent him flying forward and John tumbled off the chopping block.
AN:
-I thought it would be fit for John to work at a forge with his family, and for that forge to be named "Sassacre".
-Jade's a companion for a reason, if you played the game and read past Act 5 you know why.
-John and Jade are imperials because I didn't know what else to make them.
Hope you enjoyed this, a lot more to come. Thanks for reading.
