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Blood on my name

summary: The City of Kings is torn between pogroms agains the nords hatred and an entire war emerging from inside it's very walls. When the onerous life of a simple hardworking Nord changes rapidly as he is forced to hospitalize a noble from Morrorwind, a Dragonborn finds her way into the hold, slowly submitting to become the dragon she always locked away inside. When times are the hardest, troubled souls find each other in this rumbling lands.

follows few main events of the game

Original characters/Dragon!Dragonborn

Chapter 1

There are dark, dark places in all our minds.

Most of men are afraid to visit them, yet their poisoning darkness possesses many minds in these lands . Lots of them are too daunting and dangerous to be openly practised, others

make a crowd cheer.

And I saw them cheer.

They cheered when her petite body hit the cold cobblestone, her shredded cloak instantly soaked with the muck of the alley. The poor thing cowered on the ground. She held up her arms to protect her head as she knew what was about to happen as the sick act proceeded. The man wo had sent her to the ground kicked her in the gut with one precise blow, and he made sure he'll hit her womb. "Embrace the filth you roll in gray-skin! Maybe you'll reek less when I'm done with you!" He bellowed, a scary excitement layed within his words. The dark elfs body shaked in pain, but she didn't dare to anger him with fighting back. People started to gather around us to get a better view on the disgusting act. In these seconds I damned myself to oblivion for not having the courage to speak up. "Get out of our city you maggot!" I heard another kick hit it's target. "This is nord land"! We knew Rolff did'nt fancy anything that's not in particular a nord, but now he's going berserk. Those who found their way to the alley in the gray quarter stared motionless at the defensless woman. Rolff Stonefist, who was clearly drunk, hit the woman on the ground in the face with a strong kick of his heel. A new figure fought its way through the audience. Revyn Sadri pushed the people in front of him aside and he was visibly furious. I figured he heard her screams and ran out of his shop in a anxious rage, and was now swinging his right fist into the ruffish nords face. "Who in Talos's name-" He was cutt of by another one of Revyns hooks and the drunk man tripped over the womans feet and fell down with a thump into the filth of the snowy road."I'm sick of you! You piece of shit! You'll never touch her again hear me!?"The elf roared while Rolf had to gather himself in the dirt. "You filthy ass!" He groaned, blood bubbling out between his teeth. The male dumner must have hurt him good, he rolled around in a dissy anger trying to get up to his feet. Revyn Sadri rushed to his friend on the ground. "Suvaris, you alright?" He spit out in panic, now I began to recognize the broken elf. I've seen her many times working at the docks. She was a strong and wealthy woman, as wealthy as they allow you to be in Windhelm, yet her face was now swollen and bloody. A miracle her savior recognized her. There was no response from her, she probably passed out. Afraid as I was to get involved in this drama I hid myself behind the eager watchers who yelled and cheered at Rolff to get up and fight back. What a pile of scum, those people, I thought, cringing at my own situation. Why am I still gaping with them? I decided to leave the Grey Quarter to escape this horror . As I turned around a strong impact pushed me into the wall of the used wars shop and I cringed as my shoulder hit the solid stone. A guard stormed into the ring of people, more guards following him. Finally. I rushed up the alley as fast as I could and I could already hear the shouts of protests starting behind me. The guards gave all they had to send the viewers on their way.

With the soothing picture that the Jarls men are now taking care of the situation I headed to the old inn in the middle of Windhelm. Stopping by at Candlehearth Hall to drink in broad daylight might not be the prime time of my life, but it was the best plan I had for this day. The previously scene had burned itself into my mind, something only mead could soothe. As I left the Gray Quarters behind me, entering the big square that lay behind the main gate, a very familiar figure grabbed my arm and pulled me with her. We stopped when she was sure we're safe from the town folks field of view in the shadows of the old Aretino Residence. "By the gods Silda-" "Shhhh!" the beggar broke me off, "I don't want folk to hear us". I sighted at the woman in front of me and grabbed her shoulders, "If it's money you know I can't help you out". " You're a true honorable man, Vigge. For the sake of the Jarls ass, money's not m' concern" She said ironically. Her gaze lay heavy on mine and I knew something was troubleing the poor woman in her dirty rags, all her limbs stiff and cold from the snow. I looked at the cobblestone beneath my feet, "You've heard it, didn't ya? It was Rolff again, he's real trouble Silda" Her brown eyes widened in terror. "Oh no oh no, no, how..scum, that's what he is-" I observed the voice had left my friend as I trailed around the corner we were in. After a time she looked me dead in the eye. "Who" was all she said. "Suvaries Atheron". "The s'wit is going to pay for it!" Silda spat at me, oh Talos this woman could be furious. "But I do not want it to be your doing!" I would never want to know her in danger, the beggar just wasn't one to put up fights, yet being in the condition to win them. "Let it rest Silda, the guards will handle it". Nothing's going to ever chainge in this town, Vigge, and if we do'nt speak up no one ever will". Maybe that's how things are supposed to be. My chest hurts with the thought of how things are settled around here, but I never knew anything else. "Let it rest" I told her. She just glared at me in anger. "I'll head to Candlehearth now. Follow me or stay, it's your desicion, but the snowstorm sure won't get much cozier out here " Silda crossed her arms over her chest and with a broken look she walked past me. "I'll pass, altough I hope the wind dies down a bit before tonight, hard when you've got to sleep outside". "Silda", I grabbed her dirt covered arm, "You'll sleep at the inn tonight, no excuses" With that I layed ten septims into her palms. "Oh, thank you Vigge, Divines bless your kind heart". I watched her return to her fire where she stood every day. The winter wasn't kind to the fragile thing and she was visibly emaciated. My thoughts raced in my mind and I wondered if she would be still alive if I wouldn't be there taking care of her now and then. The City of Kings does not care about Baggers who crawl on the streets, yet I thanked Talos that she does not have grey skin, it could have been her beaten up today then. I decided to check on the women who sadly did got beaten up later this day, but for now it is Candlehearth inn.

The heavy door screamed in its hinges and the handle was freezing cold to the touch as I pushed the right entrance open. I was greeted by the familiar aroma of fire smoke, old wood, and of course tankards filled to the brim with nord mead. Elda was already gesturing me to come over as I made may way to her bar, one of the two chairs to her side already taken. I nearly beamed as I recognized the scaled horn armor of the old nord occupying the said chair. "Vigge, what a surprise! C'mon and sit down with'yer old man while I go and fetch a flagon for ya" Elda Early-Down greeted me and went off in the kitchen. The retired warrior got confused for a second,"Vigrold's here?" and spun around. "Son! What are you doing here?"Brunwulf Free-Winter got up and opend his arms in a happy surprise. "Da, it's good to see you!" I flung an arm around my father and in return I got a big bear hug from him. "Sit down son, I'll imagine you've got a lot to talk about since you ventured out! Hah! We should get more mead for this!" He roared in a delight I couldn't share with him. "Actually I would like to-" "There ya go boy" The barkeeper had returned and pounded two foamy tankards on the wooden counter. I never knew why she kept saying 'boy' to the grown adult that was me."I've got some good old brand here, ya'll like it. Arrived yesterday down from Rifton, they say the taste of honey in Black-Briar mead is matchless". "Actually I would like to take a look at the stews this afternoon" I said, finally coming to word. She was visibly encouraged now, "Well then, let's sate that appetite, hmm?", "Get me some Apple Cabbage Stew and then make it twenty septims for all of it", I ordered. Brunwulf was eagerly enjoying his honey brew when he made himself compfortable again. The entrance corridor was a nice place to spend the afternoon in, but I didn't felt like it today. With a small clasp on my old mans shoulder I stood up from my chair and grabbed my mug. "Let's settle down in the upper flow shall we?" I suggested, luckily I wasn't single minded. "Sure, a good place near the fire it is then. Brunwulf raised and I was yet intimitaded again by his bear-like appearance. He may be my old man but he's still the warrior he was years ago, yet the fight had left him. Elda returned again, and now with a bowl of steaming stew in it. "Nils worked hard on it, ya better enjoy it", she said with a happy grin. The elderly women may seem cold at first, but she's got nothing but good in her heart. It was strange to see those familiar faces and places again I grew up with. Maybe I should have considered visiting them now and then when I was out of town, looking for work."I'm starving, I'll promise I won't do Nils any wrong" I jested back at the blond women. Brunwulf clasped me hard on the back, " We'll be upstairs", he said in Elda's direction. "Wait", she paused us walking to the stairs, "Susanna!" Get those men a table!", she yelled at the corridor next to the bar. It took a while but Susanna finally emerged from the kitchen. She hadn't chainged a bit since I'd seen her last. Her dress was laced up tight and as always covered her barely. In fact she looked as desireable and astonishing as all men in Windhelm are used to her doing so. I fell for it when I was on the brim of manhood and then lost alot of coin for tipping her, but now I knew better, all the old memories finding their way back in my head. Good looks where one thing, but business strategy was something entirely different. "Follow me then" She said as she went for the stairs. "Don't forget your stew Vigge" Da mocked at me with a grin, he sure remembered my days of painly crushing on the waitress. This wicked wench, I silently cursed to myself, no wonder where this odd name of that charming thing came from. "Have you heard?" She called from up the stairs, my dad already at her side. I rushed up the few stairs to catch up on her gossip. "They've arrested the grey-skinned shop keeper this morning! Say he'd beaten up a women,.."

My bowl dropped and shattered on the ground.

"..can you believe that? What a bugger!"