The Blades Of The Forgotten

by daniel.hayden.3344

This is my first story. The first chapter is a bit short but anyway Denric is a mercenary who has been training with the Legion, while Skyrim has been overtaken by the rebel Stormcloaks , Denric goes on a quest to find out who he is and why Dovahkiin searching for him? And what is the Cult Of The Forgotten?

The Departure

A slight ray of sunshine was just peaking over the clouds. A new day had begun for all the warriors in the Legion camp just outside Falkreath. Denric was the newly recruited solider and no one was quite sure where he came from. Some said he was a lowly peasant from the battle-torn Whiterun

After the rebel army, the Stormcloaks used the Nordic Dragonborn to lead the assault on Whiterun the Imperial Legion fell short on recruits ,as the Stormcloaks seemed to be taking the lead and on their way to controlling all of Skyrim But Danric wasn't in the Legion to win the war but to train and, one day become a mercenary of tremendous skill, wiping out the Glenmorin Hagravens would be his quest at first. To get renown. Denric was around 20 years of age, long black hair that went to shoulders, a growing moustache and a strong muscular build. He was up early and was pounding at the practise dummies by the forge. He had been up for about 4 hours hammering at the dummies. There was one mighty punch that knocked the dummy of its pole, sending it flying in to the fires of the forge. And as the dummy burned into nothing,Denric stood watching it and chuckled. He was ready to leave.

Denric stool alone on the mountain hills of The Hold of Whiteun. He had travelled along the river of which he had no clue the name of. Stopping only at Riverwood to shelter and stock on supplies. Now he had found a cave with a small sleeping bag and a skeleton. His blade,Skullwipe was laying beside him glowing softly in the light of the fire. A dark rumble shook the cave and light flooder through the roof and a large claw ripped rocks from their overhang. Rolling to the side and grabbing Skullwipe,Denric knew what had attacked. A dragon. Dodging the fire that came from his mouth Denric swiped at the dragons left leg which sent it collapsing to the cave floor. The dragon hooked round with a giant claw that tore Denric's armer on the leg. With a rush of anger Denric rose and sprinted up to the dragon's left wing and clambered up it. Raising Skullwipe to his full height, he swivelled the sword in his hand and plummeted it down into the dragons neck.

`Take that you overgrown winged Argonian`

Falling ton the ground Denric saw the dragon cry out in pain and fall. Dead. Denric went to retrieve his sword , wiped of the blood and sheathed it. A growl started to emerge from a gap in the wall, gripping the hilt of his sword Denric cursed about his leg which was gushing dark red blood. A hairy little dog came out and bounded on him licking his face. Denric couldn't help laugh.

Far away in snow ridden city of Winterhold, a heavy armoured man was searching for a mercenary called Denric. To which all the town said they hadn't seen him. Mumbling under his breath about the uselessness of mortals he made his way to Candlehearth Hall to rest.