Authors Note: This happens to be my first story outside of attempted official writings (Feel free to ask) so please don't stone me with words as one, William Shakespeare would. It is my own thing that I think would be cool in TES so again don't stone me. Also this is a very clunky start, not what I am used to.

Chapter 1: The Knights of Tamriel

I walked through the tundra near Winterhold, I wish to go and see the college for myself. I'm a long way from the actual place but as long as I'm armed, I am calm. I spotted a structure up ahead, it seemed to be a Fort. Not like the regular ones dotting Skyrim, but a unbroken and pristine structure, save the snow of course. Expecting Bandits or Vampires, I inspected the outside. after a few minutes of border walking, i found only the strangely open front gates. there were no other entrances.

Confused, i walked ahead my feet falling deep into the snow. the draw bridge seemed to be clean, as if it were recently dropped. personally I thought daedric lords of something. i have no problem with them, so i continued to walk. As if a magical barrier was present, the freezing cold of the North receded. I was now standing in a large square room. Without anything but an oversized door, like all those in Skyrim, at the opposite end and a pedestal with a thin sword.

Curious I proceeded to the sword. It was decorated like an elven blade but seemed so much more regal. It had a long blade, about the size of my arm, a hilt with, what seemed like, diamonds on the twin 'wings', the handle stretched far enough for two hands comfortably but looked to be for one handed use. Upon closer inspection, it had carvings in dragon along the flat. I had thought I may have escaped the hell that is my 'destiny', apparently not.

It was suspended by some form of magic, looking about I, again, saw nothing. Putting my sword away in its sheath a conjured some magic in my hand. Channelling it into a revealing spell I put the purple glowing mist to my head and looked up, down, left and right. I saw nothing.

I still thought it too easy but being the oddity I am, picked it from the magic 'sheath'. It had literally perfect balance. I had not enough time too admire the work as the door on the far side of the room opened as the other closed. I ran to the now closed one and shook and pushed on the handle. Nothing happened. Thinking of survival I ventured forth. The new blade in hand, a spell of lightning readied in the other.

Once I was clear of the door, it closed. Now frustrated at the annoying doors of mystical magic, I walked on. The room I had entered was really just a two way hall. Looking both ways I saw nothing but a door at the end of each. As always per my mannerism, I pulled a six sided die from my pocket. I crouched down and rolled "1,2,3 Left, 4,5 and 6, right." I muttered, the dice bounced twice before landing on 2. slipping it back into my pocket I moved to the left.

The door opened to reveal two men and a woman, all in similar armour that I had not seen nor heard of before. The closer mans armour was seemingly made of a master crafted steel coloured dark green with strips of red, bearing an emblem consisting of a dragons head looking toward me wreathed in fire. At the left side of the neck was an extended piece of metal, coming up to where his mouth would be. The helm was like none ever seen, it had a faceplate with hinges up near where the temples would be, two separate slits with a small, chain mail looking thing behind it, at the top was a fiery red crest. It was the most full armour I had seen in my life.

On the second man was a blue with strips of red armour. He was significantly smaller than the first and he had no neck piece nor head crest. Seemingly instead was a blade sticking from both arm plates. On the woman was a black and res striped armour, she had a different crest however. It was a wolfs head with a blizzard whizzing around it. How they had these colours in steel was beyond me, she also had no head crest but in its place a small but thick shield welded to the chest at the left.

What surprised me was, unlike the countless bandits they just stood there, the smaller man continuing his work. The larger man spoke first, "Greetings to you sir, might I ask why you have the Draco sword?" I stood, dumbstruck at both the talking and the manners this Nord showed, most just told you to piss off.

It took me a moment but eventually a answered to the intimidating figure. "Uh, I found it out in that front room, it was suspended in magic." at once the smaller man ran out into another door. Confused I raised my sword.

"Please do not mind him, he is merely Sir Jorald's a squire. He is most likely telling either our lord-knight, Lord Heralthic Stormcaller, or our high Magician, Esther Torial, my mother." said the woman in a amazingly soothing voice. It didn't exactly match any other race I had heard before.

"What do you expect me to do then?" I asked while lowering my magic and sword.

"I ask you to stay here until one of the leaders come" said Sir Jorald. After a few seconds of me and the two heavily armoured warriors before me the door opened swiftly and in strode a bulky man in full armour of Black, Green and red, with the full neck, arm blades head crest and chest shield.

"Who comes to our castle and touches the Draco sword," after a short pause he spoke, "an Argonian, named Vorus, called Dovahkiin or Dragonborn by the common folk of Tamriel. We should bow as is our custom for the Dovahkiin, but this ones soul is tainted by those of many dragons. It is a crime punishable by death. Also, we have no bloody idea of what he is worth in a fight."

Authors note: Yes, Torial is a MTG name but come on, its great for a mage. Also if you cant figure it out from my terrible descriptions, these people are essentially 1500's knights. They seem to worship dragons or something like that and prize combat. Sorry if it's a little short, but this is my first thing so, calm your farm.

Please review and all, I will accept any and all advice, please don't stone me and I will update when I can, most likely very soon, I may, however set a day in the near future. Also, this chapter is bloody clunky and the next is by far better. I now sound like a beggar.