This is my first attempt at a Skyrim based story; please leave feedback for future reference.
A New Threat
Mornings were always a pain for Aela. She would wake up, feeling restless and groggy, and usually would have to listen to the dark elf rant about some missing book or quill. She had moved to Windhelm with the Dovahkiin, Draco, and it was becoming increasingly prevalent that the jarl hated her. She hadn't seen him lately, which was a good thing, but knew she was about to when Draco knocked on her door and told her the plan.
"Dross said the Ulfric has a job for us. I know you hate him, but we have to go hear him out." Typical. A job from the jarl. It would probably turn out to be some sort of giant that needed killing, or a dragon attack. She got up, got in her armor and grabbed her glass bow. She walked downstairs and grabbed an apple.
"Morning," she grumbled to Dross, Calder, and Siren. They returned the greeting, and she looked them over. Dross, the irritable dark elf wizard had joined them on a venture into the dwarven ruin of Ivanchel. Calder, the housecarl of Draco, had been given by Ulfric when Draco had saved some Stormcloaks from some old fort. And finally, Siren. Another dark elf, she was a very cheerful, very sneaky thief. Aela thought of Siren as a kind of "little sister", since she was mentoring her on archery. Right then, Draco walked in. Aela always thought that he looked great in his cloak, but today, he looked, there was no other word for it, awesome. He had mixed light and heavy armor to make a mixture of obsidian, leather, and pieces of the companions wolf armor to create his almost impenetrable clothing. He looked angry, but she had no idea why.
Draco looked over everyone, hoping they were ready. Ulfric said eight, and it was already seven-thirty, leaving no time for him to hunt or anything. He was angry, and he noticed that Aela could tell. He tried to look as normal as possible.
"Morning everyone."
"Morning," they all replied.
"The jarl is expecting us all in about thirty minutes, so if you have some thoughts, now is the time."
"It's big," Dross sighed.
"What?" Aela questioned.
"Normally he wouldn't ask for me or Siren. He hates us Dunmer."
"Yeah, that is odd. Maybe he wants to be an annoyance."
"Aela, he may be not so pleasant to you, but-"
"Last time I walked in there, it was, 'can she fight? A sword would go right through her'. Uggh, I hate him." She stood up and walked outside. Later on, they all came out to join her, and began the short walk to the jarl's palace. He was rather annoyed looking, but then again, he always was when he was around her.
"I'm going to make this brief. The mountains to the south of Eastmarch have been plagued by some dragons and draugr. It is up to you all to kill every dragon there. Got it?" they all nodded, "good."
This is the very beginning part, more is coming in the future.