The Elder Scrolls -
Fan Fiction Story
PART 1 - Argonian nobleness
Zaakree sitting alone on one of the hard, wooden benches and watched absently around the lively bustle around him.
The tavern "flagged mare" grew in the last years more and more to the center of Skyrim and entire Tamriel, and so this evening was again a lot going on in the cozy tavern.
It was the 28th Day of sun height of 4th era, the year 360 and red light flooded through the freshly cleaned windows in the warm common room.
Zaakree stood up and walked up to the counter, behind which a graceful Altmer was busy with cleaning some dirty beer pitchers.
When she noticed the tall Argonian, she smiled gently and asked him: "Hello beautiful lizard, what can I do for you?"
The lizard smiles and answers: "Oh, only a large jug of mead for a weary adventurer, fair maiden," The elf nodded, griped under the wooden counter and pulled out a large bottle of "Honey brew mead" out. While she handle with her left hand for a beautiful jar, she skillfully uncorked the bottle with her right hand. She quickly filled the pitcher and gave it to Zaakree.
He took a couple of his septimes on the counter, smiled again at the bartender and then he went back to the bench from which he had just gotten up.
When he sat down, he took a big swig the brew and then he leaned against the dark wood wall behind him and relaxes.
Zaakree was a young argonian man who was fled from Black Marsh to Skyrim, only a few years. When he came to Skyrim he wants to become famous as a adventurer and dragon slayers.
Despite his young age of just 25, he had already killed a few dragons, and was also made a remarkable blacksmith.
The dragon bone armor he always wore full of proud was forged by him, but he doesn't thought that he was something better than the people around him. Actually, it was so that he was a more restrained Argonian who did not like it if someone made too much trouble about him.
Although Zaakree was not become famous or rich on his travels, but at least he had to be able to fulfill his dream. More than that, after he saved the life of the Jarl of Falkreath, he received the honorary title "Thane of the Principality" and he was allowed even to buy the house "Lakeview".
According to an old legend, the famous dragon born, built the house over 200 years ago, the house "Lakeview" and Zaakree was overjoyed that he can call this historical treasure his own, but still, something was gnawing at his heart. Something that kept him awake at night and let him often wanders through his house. He had achieved almost everything he had ever dreamed of, but to be truly happy, he needs a loyal companion.
Although he had been on his adventures and travels several love stories, but he had never met anyone with whom he would want to be old and this thought hurt deeper and deeper into his chest.
While he mused about himself, his view fell on a pretty young argonian girl leaning on the other side of the common room on the wall. She might not be much younger than Zaakree, maybe 2 or 3 years and he felt be magically attracted from her.
Beside the girl was a large North, which propped easygoing against the wall with one hand and he apparently tried to impress the girl, but apparently his words did not bring the wanted success.
The Argonian rolled his eyes and let her eyes wander over the curious "mare". As Zaakrees view crossed hers, he quick look away, frightened and felt that his already reddened cheeks getting darker.
As the Argonian carefully raised his eyes again, the girl had already walked half through the taproom, her nice strong tail gracefully swung from left to right. She reached the table and with a shy glance she sat down at the dark wooden bench.
She smiled joyfully and said to the adventurer with a light hiss in her voice: "Greetings sir, please forgive the interruption. My name is Shavvena. Can I also hear your name, my sweet adventurer? "She had lowered her head slightly and looked at Zaakree from beautiful deep eyes out.
This grinned softly, stood up and bowed deeply, "Be greeted Lady Shavvena. Why do you ask for forgiveness, if there is nothing to forgive? You are not a derangement. You are a wonderful companion. I'm Zaakree and I'm an adventurer and a dragon slayer. May I ask what such a winsome Argonian lady like you doing here in Witherun? "
"You are a flatterer Zaakree. Naturally you may ask, but I must warn you, it's a long story and it is quite sad, in my eyes. Tell me, do you really want to hear it? ", A shy smile appeared briefly on Shavvenas face. She did not know why, but for some reason she trusted the male Argonian.
Zaakree nodded and leaned forward. The girl had aroused his interest: "It would truly be an honor for me to listen to your story. Please tell me what happened to you. "
As Shavvena started talking, his eyes and ears were focused only on the Argonian.
"Ok handsome man, you wish is my command," began Shavvena: "It all started about four years ago. My parents and I were lured by a insidiously Ork to go from Black Marsh to Skyrim for work here.
However, when we arrived here, we were captured by Imperials and sold as slaves to a dark elf. Two years long my poor mother was harassed and abused by him.
When my father wanted to get her honor back, and challenged the dirty elf to a duel. The Elf killed him and hung his head over the fireplace.
It was the worst of all the indignities to see Father empty, hateful eyes, indignities the elf called for us.
My mother nearly died of the grief at the death of my father, and one year ago she died on one of the fields and the most vicious thing the Elf do at Mother's funeral was that he had laughed about her. After that I was his toy. It was dreadful. "
Zaakree clenched his right hand into a fist in anger and full of sympathy, he reached with his left hand after Shavvenas tender hand: "It's horrible. Please continue the story, if you have the will. What has happened? How are you escape? "
Shavvena felt the Argonians strong Hand and trough his heavy gloves she felt the warmth that radiated from her. Her heart beat a little faster and it has been getting warmer in her. It felt damn good to have someone to talk to, she thought, and leaned a little more forward. Her face and Zaakrees getting close and with easily quiet voice she continued, "Two and a half months ago, I no longer held. One night I made the decision that I have to disappear. But before I go the Elf should pay. With everything he had.
Once again, when he called me, I grabbed a knife and cut his throat. After I had stolen his money, I burned his house down and ran away.
Since then I walked through the land and lived from his money, even there is not much left of it. I hope you are not so scared Zaakree. It was terrible what I did, but I had to do it. And I'm glad that I could tell you my story. Thank you Zaakree "ashamed she looked away and avoided Zaakrees view.
Zaakree tenderly grabbed her other hand and as she looked at him and see that he looked her straight in the face: "You do not scare me Shavvena, you didn't really. I know that you've done the right thing. I would have done the same. Now that you give me so much confidence, I want to suggest you something. I have a small property near Falkreath and it would be a great pleasure if you would stay there with me for a while. "
Shavvena looked surprised at the kindly face of the argonian and she could feel her heart bounced harder. This man, who knew exactly what she had done, was so friendly and polite to her. With shaky voice she replied, "What? Zaakree are you serious. I mean ... uh ... it's ... it would be an honor ... I mean ... I don't know what to say. "
Embarrassed, she looked back on the table before her. Zaakree smiled again and said: "The honor is all mine. Tonight I will linger here in the "flagged mare" and I would be glad if you'll come with me in my, I mean our new home. I'll wait here for you. Is that ok for you Shavvena?"
"OK? This is great, I cannot say enough thank you, Zaa ... "Shavvena broke off, when suddenly someone leaning next to her on the table. It was the North that had been previously lurking around her. With scratchy voice, he spoke to her: "Hey little girl, tell me what do you want with such an animal like that?" He nodded in Zaakrees direction, which leaned relaxed back. "If you are looking for a right man, then look here, here is one. So why you don't stop sitting here and we will go to my room. Then I can play with your shapely tail my argonian beauty. "
When Shavvena disgusted turned her head, Zaakree rose slowly and built up before the North threatening: "Listen pal. I do not know who you think you are, but you'd better have a drink less. I warn you only once let this nice girl alone, or you'll have to deal with me. I will not let you do something bad to her. "
"Take it slow you beatnik lizard. It seems you not know who I am. I'm Jardot Greywolf. My family is chummy with the Jarl of Witherun. So be quiet and maybe you can have a ride on the little one, too. Have you got that? "
Zaakree couldn't restrain himself any longer and grabbed the blonde man by the collar and pushed him against the wall, "I'll show you what I think of you, you cheeky fool. Either you will disappear on the spot from here or we have to go out together of the door. A fight. No weapons only fists. No tricks! So what now? "
Jardot Greywolf threw an angry look at the Argonian and stormed toward the exit. He screamed with a loud voice: "Five minutes. I will wait for you, you cursed beast! "With these words, he smashed the door behind him into the lock. No one in the "flagged mare" looked up from his work, but some mans are whispering to each other and also left the tavern. But not without the Argonian throw some derisive glances.
Zaakree turned to Shavvena and whispered to her: "I'm sorry that you have to listen to that, but I had to do that. I just have to teach him a little respect. Please wait here. I do not want you to have to watch that. Would you be so kind, and take care of my property? "
She nodded, "Yes, I will," she gave the man a tender and loving view: "but I will watch it, when you kick this scumbag home."
Zaakree slowly nodded: "If you wish, I will not keep you from it. But please remember: I'm doing this for your glory so please keep yourselves out of the fight. I could not forgive myself if something happened to you." With that, he took off his dragon bone gloves removed his leg shooters.
Both he handed to the elegant woman and left the tavern, clothed only with his Dragon bone armor into the dark cold night
With her beating heart Shavvena followed him, with their legs trembling slightly.
Never before, anyone had a fight for her. Although Shavvena barely knew Zaakree, she was very glad to have met him.
The warm night air rushed Zaakree around the scaly head and with glowing eyes he stepped into the dimly lit space directly in front of the flagged mare.
Jardot Graywolf was waiting for him. He only wore a thin trousers with a wide leather belt. To his hands he had tied some leather strips and impatient he danced on the spot.
"Oh, look, the only BIG, BOLD lizard trusts only in its armament in the fight," he sneered at the crowd and earned amused heckling from it.
Zaakree did not respond to that comment but stood right in front of Graywolf, and put on one of the leather strap on his shoulder.
His dragon bone armor falls with a thud on the ground and kicking up the dust. The Argonian stood in the flickering light of torches and wearing nothing more than a wide lumbar protection.
His muscular upper body was covered with red scales on its back and a beautiful brown-red stripe pulled over his back.
His entire upper body was covered with some scars but that gave him an even greater expression. He wasn't ugly or even disfigured.
It was more as if the scars would underline its character.
Shavvena looked at the strong body of the Argonian and with shaky breath, she saw that Jardots face glowed red with anger. He raised his fists and rushed towards Zaakree, trying to place a right uppercut.
The Argonian dodged the fist narrowly and slammed his hand directly into the North stomach and Jardot staggered back. He quickly attacks with fists flying on the lizard.
Zaakree had not expected that the man would so quickly take over and was visibly surprised when the North suddenly stood before him again.
A left-right-left combination hit Zaakree directly in the face and fell dazed to the floor direct before the Argonian Maid.
With blood in his eyes, he looked up and saw the blur outlines of Shavvena which had horrified lifted her hand before her mouth.
The Argonian took new force scrambled up again and with shivering legs he turned back to Jardot Greywolf.
Enraged Zaakree raised his fists and ran up to the astonished man. He dodged Jardots punches and skillfully placed several targeted strikes at breast height of his opponent body.
Jardot staggered back, raised his arms protectively over her face while he stumbled back, he shouted, "Enough, enough! Stop it. Now! "
Zaakree stopped his rage with trembling shoulders and slowly he sank his fists.
That was the thing some of the onlookers had been waiting for. Two men stepped out of the crowd and on Jardot Graywolf sign they grabbed the Argonian by the arms and held him tightly. Jardot came slowly toward him and slammed his fist right into his face.
For a moment, Zaakree saw star and he shook his head to regain his orientation. "You shouldn't have to barge in, lizard! I warned you, you know who I am, and yet ... Well you did not want to hear. Now you have to pay," with these words Jardot Greywolf pullet out a black dagger from his belt and pressed it to the throat of Argoniers:" Yeah you will pay. I will enjoy that. But do not worries buddy, your little girl will be with you later. But first I will have my fun with it. But that you will not experience. "
Full of fury the argonian strained his big muscles and with a jerk he throw his arms trough the hands of his tormentors.
Like out of nowhere, a bright flash of lightning through the night and went to one of the men chest. Whimpering in pain he sank to the ground and he jerked violently. The second man stepped back in fright and ran off into the darkness
Zaakree was still holding his left hand stretched out and between his fingers curled electrically illuminated lines.
Although he hated to use magic but at this moment he simply had no choice but to use this heinous means.
With still outstretched arm he pointed on everyone the multitude, and said in a firm voice: "I was challenged to a fair fight, and now? Is this a fair fight? I won fair but this man (he pointed to Jardot Graywolf), this man has used unfair means and here you can see what it has brought him! "Zaakree pointed his right hand on the man who still lays whimpering on floor." I will not hurt anyone as long as you leave me my peace and we can see this as a tussle over. In the morning I'll leaving Witherun, then all you will not hear from me again. This man here will be fell better in an hour or two. I promise that to you, but leave us alone. Got it? "
With these words, the Argonian drop his arm and the lines disappeared in his hand. Jardot ran off in the direction of the forge. He was full of hate.
Zaakree pulled over his armor and without another word, he entered again the mare flagged.
It took only a few minutes and no one in the tavern talks from the fight anymore. The funny doings underway that also prevailed before the fist-fight in the bar
He had just ordered another pitcher of delicious Honey brew mead and now Zaakree sat back in his place on the dark wooden bench and rubbed his aching cheekbones. "The North has a good hit on it, I must let him that," he thought, when Shavvena sat down beside him and took his goods on the table before him.
Distraught the Argonians looked away and spoke in a shaky voice: "It ... I'm sorry ... I didn't want you to see that, Shavvena. It's true, I'm a monster. I had sworn to never use magic, since the day ... (For a moment, his voice broke and he took a deep breath. Then he found it again.) It doesn't matter what happened. I never wanted to conjure again. I have hurt someone.
It was all about Graywolf ... He said terrible things ... I ... could not help myself ... I wanted to see him SUFFER. I do not expect that you will forgive me Shavvena, but I'm sorry. "
Sadly, he looked at the long notches on the wooden table and waited that Shavvena horrified turned off from him.
The beautiful Argonian Lady only slipped closer to him and leans against Zaakrees strong shoulders.
She spoke softly in his ear: "You truly aren't a monster, Zaakree, you are a true gentleman. No matter what happened to you, you had to use this magic, otherwise you'd be dead now, and I would probably be death, too.
You have acted selflessly and even though I am a stranger to you but. I've never met anyone who had acted so nobly. Can I still go with you? "
Zaakree surprised turned to the young woman, looking into her deep yellow eyes. With an uncertain smile he nodded leaning his head against hers.
Two hours later Zaakree closed the heavy wooden door behind him and enjoyed the peace, which grew suddenly in the room. Despite the late hour of the evening the common room of the tavern was still filled and the Argonians had withdrawn from the fray.
Now he was standing in the cozy room and looked around. The alewife had insisted that he had to pay for the second person in his room and he agreed to a corporate price. He had to sleep on a pile of materials found in the rented room, which makes the few space in the room even rarer.
Shavvena already left the tavern before half an hour to calm down and now she was sleeping on the wide bed. Zaakree had insisted that his guest should limp on the bed, while he would have a nice sleep on the pile fabrics.
The man looked at the sleeping beauty for a moment, before he lay down on the cloth-covered ground and with satisfied expression he briefly slept.