Hi!

I'm taking a break from the other things I've been writing since I've been playing ESO and Skryim non-stop. I may get back to them.

This story is a lot of talking, the bits I've wrote anyway. I guess it's also reader lead since I'll be writing what people want to see.

Hopefully the chapters will get longer, I just struggle to ever write a long first chapter. They're for setting the scene and I'd hate to drag that on too long.

The False King had become a term that was often whispered throughout the cities of Skyrim. A criminal Empire ran by a person who called themselves the False King, a person who sought knowledge above all else to use against others to cripple them before they even had a chance to rise against them. People often said the False king knows secrets about you that you don't even know.

The Dragonborn often wondered about the False King and what he or her as well as their subjects could do if they wanted to dominate the world. After running with the Thieves Guild for a while this hero knew exactly that information could do and it was one thing that most people struggled to find a defence against.

"I wonder what the False King knows about you." Farkas said as he passed the Dragonborn a mead.

The Half-Elf Dragonborn just shrugged. "Maybe how kinky my sex life is, not that they could use it against me. Too many people know." And with a wink she took a swig of her drink.

When races interbreed nine times out of ten they dominantly take after their mother's race. It had been different for the Dragonborn, be it by divine intervention or her father's theory of how his magic must have interfered, she had become a somewhat perfect mix of the both. Half Altmer, half Imperial with immense magical power and long livety. It seemed like a fantastic deal but the almost instant distrust especially when she was off saving the world was not great. Even after saving the world not once but three times she was somewhat distrusted.

"Arken, you should join up with the Companions. You must get bored adventuring on your own." Farkas said with a laugh as Arken, the Dragonborn, pulled a face.

"You're all about honour and I'm as honourable as an Assassin killing people for kicks." Arken said with a roll of her eyes. "I have a friend, this friend is just in Elsweyr retrieving a staff for that museum I've been helping up in Solitude. I would have went myself but Skyrim can barely last a day without me, Akatosh forbid I leave the country for weeks on end. And I don't want to be pulled into another country's problems, count me out."

Farkas laughed. "Sometimes I ask myself why we're even friends."
Arken made a face that would suggest the reason was obvious. "All you Nords are so bleak and boring with no sense of humour, clearly I brighten up your life."

Arken took after the Imperial colouring, fair skin and dark brown hair but her eyes were amber, much like her elven fathers. Her ears came to a point and her features were quite sharp so it wasn't easy for her to hide her elven heritage but she had found herself in the company of the Companions. They accepted her as a person not an Aldmeri spy looking for nothing more than to see the downfall of the Nords.

"I'm going back to the Summerset Isles in a few weeks anyway. I want to finish my training as a Mage and the Aldmeri Dominion have just forgiven me for fighting against them in the Great War." She took a sip of her drink as Farkas gawked at her.

"I always forget you're a lot older than you look, Elves and their age it's too confusing." Farkas said.

"Theoretically an Elf can live to 1000, probably through the uses of basic restoration magic to keep himself healthy. They can live longer with the uses of more advanced magic, and if you're higher class. A common, non-magical elf would be extremely lucky to make it too 200, even past 100 can seem unlikely. My father, a Noble and an extremely powerful mage could probably make it past 1000 with ease unless of course, he's killed and perhaps much longer if he delves into… not quite legal magic."

"What about you?" Farkas asked.

"Sometimes I'm surprised I live to see tomorrow." The humourous but rather serious reply came. "I'm always at risk of getting killed, assassinated or getting some deadly disease."

"Still got the Dark Brotherhood after you?" Farkas asked to which Arken flashed him an evil smile.

"I sorted that issue out but it's people sending thugs after me. It's rather insulting." Arken rolled her eyes. "What's a thug against the Dovahkiin?"

"And she swears she's modest in her title." The ever so slightly smaller twin said as he walked into the hall before seating himself with Farkas and Arken. "Finally come to join the Companions welp?"

Arken made a face as if the very idea offended her. "Your talk of honour makes me sick to the stomach. I'm leaving for my homeland after I visit the Greybeards for their annual (and very boring) two day of silent meditation and after visiting various people to say I'm going to be gone for a long while. I'm required to go, so's Ulfric so I'll have to put up with him trying to convince me to join the rebellion."

"Never heard of that, you sure they didn't make that up to shut you up for a while?" Vilkas said to which Farkas chuckled at.

"It's supposed to help those who can use the voice to be able to continue using their normal tongue. Argnier found it in some old tome but since they're not sure if the Dragonborn is at risk of it like normal men and women are, I'm required to attend."

"I don't see how two days a year will help." Farkas said. "It just doesn't seem like enough."

"It's not, I have to do private meditation one day every month." Arken sighed. "It's boring but I do enjoy being able to communicate with people."
"What does the meditation even consist of?" Vilkas asked always wanting to know more about the inner workings of the Thu'um and the Greybeards.

Arken shrugged. "It's meditation on both our common tongue and the Thu'um and keeping them separate." She interlaced her fingers. "The issue is the common tongue and the language of the Dovah can get mixed up and with the Thu'um being dominant the Common tongue get's lost. So we need to concentrate on making sure that doesn't happen."

Farkas shook his head lost in the explanation before seemingly deciding changing the subject would solve the problem. "So when are you leaving?"

"Ulfric has requested that I leave tomorrow to meet up with him in Ivarstead so that we have a day before we need to make the pilgrimage up the steps. He wishes to converse but by that he means harass me about joining the rebellion while I repeatedly tell him to fuck off. I often tell myself if I kill him and flee home I'll be celebrated as a hero there."

"But you don't?"

"I have little to no want to join the war, I'll stick to killing the already dead and bandits. I'd rather not kill people I know have a family and friends." She sighed. "Unless the Aldmeri Dominion declares war on us all again, I'm not becoming a Soldier again." She then laughed. "That'll never happen though, they're too cloak and dagger now."

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