**I'm keeping this chapter short to set the scene, don't worry, they'll get better as they go**
**Also, a huge thanks goes to my Girlfriend, Sophie, for helping making this more legible**
A Nord Imperial Legate. Irony at its best, while my brothers fight for their rights in Skyrim, I'm here defending the Emperor in Cyrodiil. It's hard to explain really. It would take me ages to explain how I got to this point, so why not start from the beginning?
My brothers and I were abandoned as children, just like most Nordic children whose parents got involved in great wars. I find it strange that most of the Nords never make it home, due to the fact that they consider themselves to be superior in a fight. They wage the most wars and lose the most men. Anyways, so our parents were lost to a war, and we were found by one of the Noble's daughters while trying to build a hut in the wilds. She brought us back to her parents who then brought us to Cyrodiil. There, we were fortunately raised by a home of Nords. The daughter soon became our acclaimed sister, and my brothers and I beat the daylights out of anyone who attempted to harm her.
We grew up knowing her as Rikke, and her father turned out to be one of the Generals in the Imperial army. So, when we became of age, she and I signed up for our spots in the Legion. We both got Legate positions in the army. However, we didn't realise this would post us in completely different regions of Tamriel. She is currently in the field, and I'm stuck in the offices of Cyrodiil arranging protection and patrols for the highest paying Nobles. In one of our exchanged letters, we swore that one day we would trade positions without anyone knowing it. It was primarily a joke, but we both wished for it.
On the contrary, when our brothers became of age, they returned to Skyrim and became merchants. Belethor owns some general goods store in Whiterun and swears allegiance to the Stormcloaks. He isn't actively fighting the war, but he assists the camps in the hold by stocking them raw materials like Firewood and Apples. He risks his life everyday by doing so, considering that the Whiterun Hold is controlled by the Imperial army. He doesn't care much though, he wishes to serve his people in some form.
Gunjar on the other hand was quite open about being apart of the Stormcloaks. I heard he was captured and brought to Helgen for execution the same day as the first Dragon attack. I pray to The Nine that he made it out alive, but it wouldn't surprise me if he died there. From what I understand there are only three known survivors that day; Dovahkiin, Rolaf and, Hadvar. Gunjar probably died in some sort of heroic fashion, I like to think he was defending a child from the flames of the beast. A Nord's last thought should be of home, I hope he did just that.
Right now I'm being transferred to Skyrim by carriage. Apparently, some Khajiit attempted to assassinate General Tullius, and as a result, he ordered anyone under his command to Skyrim. Luckily, I'm under his command and I finally get to see my sister for the first time in who knows how long. I should be there within the next month.