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Authors Note: I like to roleplay my own little storyline for Skyrim, so I decided...what the hell I'll share it with my fans.

Knight of Skyrim

Chapter One: Date with Death

How did it all go wrong? I remember when I first came from Cyrodiil heading to Skyrim. I heard about this country, how it was falling apart due to a civil war, how the Empire was struggling against some rebellion that was trying to take Skyrim back for the Nords. I didn't care about that. I grew up living a poor life, as a beggar on the streets lost because my parents both died in the Great War between the Empire and the Auldin Dominion. I went to begging, trying to just survive, even resorting to things that I'm not proud of that, things that stain my honor to this day. I wanted to improve my life, I wanted to do better, if not for the kindness of others I wouldn't have. It was due to a kindness I received...an Imperial Officer taking pity on my situation and saying that good things should happen to those who deserve it, and I deserved it. That kindness was something I can never forget. That officer gave me a book, I remember it. Tales of Knights, heroes protecting those who were weaker than they were, warriors of honor who didn't ask for much, and gave everything for return. That was what I wanted to be, that was the life I wanted to live. So I did, for a while at least, I went across Cyrdiil doing things, fighting off the bandit, becoming a traveling knight. I named myself the Wandering Knight, with no king except the wind that blows free. My new father was proud of my accomplishments, up until he died due to age reaching him. His died peacefully, which is all anyone can ask for when one lives the life of a warrior, so I felt no sadness only pride.

I was unsatisfied though, it was weird. I was living the life I've always wanted but I felt unhappy, I felt like merely protecting my home wasn't good enough. So I traveled, I went to many places across Tamriel but...eventually ended up back in Cryodiil. I still felt unhappy, I still felt like my life wasn't leading to much, I still felt like my power wasn't being used to protect the innocent but hurt the guilty. Eventually an idea came to my mind, one I now regret. I would come to Skyrim and protect the civilians there during this great Civil War. To harm any bandits that would dare raid a war torn village, and protect the children who suffered in the streets. It seemed perfect, so perfect was this new life that there was no way it could go wrong right? Well, I was wrong, it went very wrong.

The thing about coming to a war torn country is that if you are seen crossing the border with some of the Empire's enemies. You tend to get mistaken for one of them. I tried to plead my innocence, but my armor and weapons did nothing but harm my case. So even though I did nothing, I was knocked out and thrown into the back of the wagon.

I finally came to, eventually, when I heard the words "Hey you, you're finally awake" I looked ahead at this strange man in blue armor, the armor of the rebels. He smiled at me with a warm smile, which was odd to me. I could tell by his face, he was a nord, one of the main population of Skyrim. He meant well in his voice, "You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same with us" He looked to his side "And that thief over there." Wait, thief?

I looked to the left and saw this thief, he looked like he was bitter and angry, well he was being arrested that should actually come as no surprise. He said to the man who talked to me. "Damn you Stormcloaks" So that's the rebellions name. "Skyrim was fine before you came along, the Empire was nice and lazy." That is a normal sentiment as of late. Even I can not argue that the Empire has gotten quite lazy after the end of the Great War. "If they haven't been searching for you, I could have stolen that horse and went half way to Hammerfall" I paused at that, horse what horse.

Suddenly a memory hit my mind.

Flashback:

I arrived at the border on horseback, when suddenly I felt this arm pulling my leg tossing me to the ground "See you sucker!"

End Flashback:

My eyes glared at him, that was my horse! The Stormcloak was talking to me as I looked to my left and saw this man with a gag on his mouth look down almost like he was reflecting on some thing. I heard that horse thief go. "You there, you and me, we shouldn't be here, it's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

Without missing a beat that Stormcloak said "We're all brothers and sisters in binds now thief"

I finally spoke up, "Stranger, what's your name?"

He smiled at me and said "Ralaf, proud member of the Stormcloaks, the true sons and daughters of Skyrim." I looked at him quietly. "The Empire dishonored us by making this truce with those damn Thalmor elves." I glared slightly at that. The Dominon's elves did deserve that hatred, any being that thinks themselves above others like they do deserves all the scorn they get. "So what is your name son?"

"Names Dillon, I call myself a Wandering Knight. I grew up in Cyrodiil" I said quietly. "At the risk of offending you, I do not hate the Empire"

Ralaf smiled at me and said "You can not possibly offend me, knight. We are all entitled to our opinions, however I hope you noticed, if only for a minute. Why we fight the Empire, why we do what we have to, why even when they kill us today, the Rebellion will fight on and our spirits will guide our sucessors to victory" I smiled slightly at that

I said "I do see your point of view, Ralaf" I then looked in the sky. "The Empire has its flaws, and even I have noticed that on my travels that there are many of the Empire who abuse their power. Who hurt the Empire's image more than doing what they are supposed to." I looked at him and said "The Empire I know would protect the innocent and harm only the guilty without asking much in return." I looked down at the road. "That's the Empire I remember, that's the Empire I wish was there today"

Ralaf smiled and said "If the Empire we were fighting were like your Empire, well we wouldn't have been fighting it in the first place"

I heard the horse driver bitterly go "Shut up back there" It sounded almost like our words were offending him.

I heard the horse thief look at the gagged man and said "What's with him huh?" I paused and thought the same thing myself

Suddenly I heard Ralaf go "What your tongue, you are talking to Ulfric Stormcloak the true High King!" I paused at the anger in Ralaf's words. That was true fury, like if our hands were not bonded together Ralaf would kill the horse thief before we even got to where ever they were taking us.

Ulfric shot Ralaf a look and suddenly his body shifted to the left, almost like Ralaf's defense of him, offended him. Judging by his name I assumed that this Ulfric was the leader of the Rebellion. I heard the story of course, the rumors. That this man used a move called a shout to murder the previous High King. He killed a king with his voice. Being a knight, I am always under the impression that a knight should serve his king unless his king does not live up to the code of honor he sets for the knight. There is a fine line between King and Tyrant.

The Horse Thief confirmed my suspicions by saying "Ulfric, the Jarl of Windhelm?!" He paused at that. "You...You're the leader of the rebellion." That tone, that was fear the horse thief's previous bitterness was over whelmed right before my own eyes, replaced with a gripping realization of what I knew what was going to happen the minute I was thrown in the back of this wagon. We were all going to die. "If they captured you? Oh gods! Where are they taking us!"

Ralaf said, almost in shame. "I don't know where we are going but Sovengarde awaits"

"No!" The Horse Thief said shaking in fear. "This isn't happening this isn't happening!"

Looking at the Horse Thief, Ralaf asked. "Hey, what village are you from Horse Theif?"

The bitterness returned again as he said "Why do you care!?" He said the fear was still there though.

Ralaf said quietly "A nord's last thoughts should be of home"

He said quietly "Rorikstead I'm from Rorikstead"

I looked at the horse thief and said "Hey, thief, tell me something, why did you try to steal my horse?" Ralaf looked at the thief as well.

The thief quietly said "I lost my home...I needed some gold. You were right there, at the right place" He sighed and said "Right time"

I asked "What's your name?"

"Why do you ask?" He said looking down the gravity of the situation hitting him hard. "I'm getting what I deserve right?"

My response was simple, "Only traitors and murderers deserve nothing but death for their crimes." I smiled quietly. "Besides, I would like to know the name of the people I am dieing with, you are no exception"

He looked away and said "Lokir" He looked up as I started to see us approach a large Imperial made wall. He said all the divines name and begged them to help me.

I heard one of the Imperials say "General Tulius sir, the headsmen is wait" I paused at that, Tulius was leading the Imperials here? I heard the mighty General retired after the Great War was over. Apparently I was wrong.

I heard this bitter old man grumbling and say "Good let's get this over with"

Ralaf growled spitting in anger. "Look at him, General Tulius the military governor." His anger grew as did mine when I took a look myself. "And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves, I bet they had something to do with all this" I nodded in anger, because honestly I hate the Thalmor. They are nothing but dishonorable bullies that either get their way or make others suffer for it. The fact that we now have to call something like that an ally makes me sick.

I suddenly looked at Ralaf and saw him look down somberly. "This is Helgan, I used to be sweet on a girl who lived here" He looked up and said "Wonder if she is still making that mead with the juniper berries in it" I smiled quietly at that, he then said somberly. "It's funny, when I was a boy the Imperial walls and towers made me feel so safe"

Lokir looked at us and asked "Why are we stopping?" As we stopped.

Ralaf paused and said "Why do you think? End of the line" I looked out and saw the Executioners block in quiet silence.