Mr Skrah: Hello and welcome to the first story we're posting here. Mortis and I are both fans of Skyrim and found it to be an extremely enjoyable game. Mortis decided to start writing this story a while ago, but only recently have we polished it to an acceptable standard for publishing here.
The story follows Arrgos, who is based off of Mortis's actual character in his Skyrim game. Also, while the Dragonborn may be mentioned or even make a cameo appearance, they will never be a major character of this story. Mortis wants readers to be able to imagine this story taking place within their Skyrim world, with their Dragonborn slaying dragons and saving the world while Arrgos and his friends do their thing.
This first chapter is only a short intro, so please read and leave a review telling us what you think. Let us know if you like it and want more, or ask us a question if you're confused about anything and we'll get back to you. I have rated it as T, mainly because nothing in the story seems all that bad compared to some of the things I remember being exposed to as a teenager. But if you are offended by something and think the rating should be increased to M, just let me know and I'll change it straight away.
Must Be A Bethesda Story…
It was a cold winter's day in Skyrim, the ancient pines were covered in white snow and the ground was laden in it. Small animals scurried around in the peaceful silence as snow began to fall. A rabbit stood on its hind legs and raised its ears as the 'clopping' sound of hooves hitting the ground and the creaking of caravans as they drew near.
There was a sharp bump as the caravan hit a rock, jolting Arrgos awake. He looked up and looked around tiredly at his fellow captives, a Dark Elf and a Khajiit sitting next to him. The Dark Elf was tall and thin with short black hair, red eyes and a long clean face; his skin the colour of fresh ash. The Khajiit was shorter than Arrgos, but only by a little. He had light grey fur with black stripes and small white wisps at the ends of his feline-like ears. His left ear had three gold rings running up its length and his cat like face gave him a warm smile. Arrgos himself was a black scaled, young Argonian with a frill of red feathers sprouting from the back of his reptilian head. There were red streaks lancing across his face, and he had two piercing yellow eyes with three parallel scares under the left. His arms and chest had the odd scar here and there, standing out as a lighter shade than his black scales.
"Hey, you're awake!" said the Khajiit in a silky voice, with a welcoming grin on his face.
"What's there to be so happy about?" snarled the elf, "We're still going to Helgen."
The Khajiit laughed "Yes, well unlike you, Arrgos might give me some decent conversation." He winked at Arrgos, who, being awake now, just grinned.
"Well Harsten, my conversation skills may be fairly limited while my hands are bound." He said in his hissing, reptilian voice and held up his bound hands.
The Khajiit leaned in towards Arrgos and whispered "We'll be at Helgen in an hour or so..." he paused, then continued in a lower voice, "...any ideas?"
Arrgos gave their two guards at the front of the caravan a sidelong glance and thought for a moment. "Can you still use your claws?" he whispered back to Harsten, leaning back so that the Dark Elf wouldn't think anything was happening. Harsten hunched his shoulders and hid his hands between his legs. The downpour of snow was starting to thicken and Arrgos could hear the guards complaining.
"Why the hell do we have to take these prisoners all the way to Helgen?" one of them moaned. He could also hear the guards in the caravan in front of theirs, complaining about the cold and other misfortunes.
Arrgos and Harsten had been arrested after attempting to steal horses from a farmer in Ivarstead; their failed horse theft followed by a not-so-successful escape into the mountains where they had been cornered. They had taken a wrong turn and found themselves with a sheer cliff in front of them and about eight guards behind them. They both realised surrender was their best option, and so they were taken prisoner, and now a day later they were on their way to Helgen.
Arrgos cupped his hands together and peered at Harsten, trying to see if he was able to use his claws to cut through the ropes binding him. To his relief he saw that Harsten was almost half done already. Arrgos waited until Harsten had finished cutting all the way through, and noted he was still holding his hands together as if they were bound. Arrgos nodded his approval to the Khajiit, realising that the sleepy, bored guards wouldn't notice until it was too late.
'Far, far too late...' Arrgos thought with a wicked grin. He conjured a small flame in his cupped hands, barely feeling the drain on his magicka as it burned. He was no mage, but he had a certain 'gift' with fiery destruction magic…