The Guild of the Dragonborn
Chapter 1: Hidirion
Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim or any of the characters involved except Hidirion
It was a gray and bleak day in Skyrim. An Elf, from the Summerset Isles, was riding in a carriage with three men; one of them had a gag around his mouth.
It was a silent ride as one man, a soldier by the look of him, glared at the Elf out of pure hatred. Eventually they pulled into a city and one by one were unloaded off the cart. When they were lined up a commander of the Imperial Army stepped forward and called off their names, one of the men the Elf had been riding with, a thief, tried to run, but he was shot in the back by three archers. Eventually the group was led to a chopping block and one man was led to his death, as he was pushed to the ground he said
"My ancestors are smiling at me Imperials, can you say the same?" His head was then removed by the Executioners Axe
"Next, the High Elf." The Commander said, when a roar pierced the air
"What was that?" Her assistant asked
"I said, next prisoner" The commander said angrily
"To the block prisoner, nice and easy." The Elf was led to the block and knelt down, he tried to look up but was kicked down so his head lay on the block and he looked upon the executioner. A large shadow flew across the sky.
"What in oblivion is that!?" The general in charge of this platoon asked
"Sentries, what do you see?" The commander asked
"It's in the clouds!" A man called
The large shadow landed on top of a tower and a woman called "Dragon!"
It released a loud blast of air that knocked away the executioner and set the Elf's head spinning.
"Come on Elf, the gods won't give us another chance!" The soldier from earlier shouted
The Elf stood and looked up seeing him, he ran toward the soldier as he shut the door to a tower behind him.
The soldier turned to the man who'd earlier been gagged. "Jarl Ulfric is that truly a dragon, I thought they were just legends."
"Legends don't burn down villages." The man replied
"Come on, we have to get out of here." The soldier said looking at the Elf, this way, up to the top.
He led them up the stairs where another similarly dressed man was tending to a wounded man when the wall exploded and the dragon stuck its head through the hole. The Elf and the soldier stopped, and the dragon pulled its head back before releasing a jet of flame into the hole. It flew away after it closed its massive jaws.
"See that inn on the other side? Jump, we'll catch up with you later." The soldier said before rushing back down the stairs
The Elf jumped across the gap and landed, feeling a slight jarring pain in his legs. He fell down to the bottom floor and rushed out to see the Commander's Assistant coaxing a young boy.
"Come on Hadving, you're doing great." The boy ran over and took cover with another soldier as the dragon landed where he'd been standing
"Gods, everyone get back." The assistant ducked behind the cover with the Elf, the boy, and the elderly soldier.
"Still alive Prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way. Ulfgar, stay here and protect the boy, I must regroup with General Tulius and help with the defense."
"Gods' speed to you Hadvar." The soldier said
"Follow me Prisoner" Hadvar said to the Elf
As the two progressed into the town Hadvar warned him to stay close to the wall as the dragon slammed down on it overhead and loosed a jet of flame on a soldier below. He screamed in pain as he fell dead and Hadvar led the Elf through a half-destroyed house and past a group of archers and mages with the general. As they neared the central tower the soldier from before met them at the door.
"Ralof you damned traitor!" Hadvar shouted
"You won't be stopping us this time Hadvar."
"Fine, but I hope that Dragon takes you all to Sovengarde, this way Prisoner." Hadvar said
"No, follow me." Ralof told him
The Elf followed Hadvar into the keep. As Hadvar shut the door behind them he looked around "Looks like we're the only ones that made it. Here, let me see if I can get those bindings off."
The Elf approached him and Hadvar produced a small knife which he used to cut the ropes. The Elf rubbed his wrists, attempting to get the blood going again.
"Check some of these chests, there's sure to be armor in here. I'll go see what I can do about these burns."
The Elf looked around the room and managed to procure an imperial helmet, armor, and boots along with three iron swords. He dismissed these and summoned two flame spells he'd been taught since childhood, signaling to Hadvar that he was ready to go.
Hadvar tugged on a pull chain and opened the door. The Elf ran through and soon found another pull chain, he tugged on it and the door opened revealing a large circular room. Hadvar stopped him,
"Listen."
Beyond the door they heard voices "Stormcloaks, we might be able to try and reason with them."
The Elf nodded and lowered his hands, but was still ready to cast the spell in case he needed it. They walked into the room and approached the Stormcloaks; they immediately noticed them and produced their weapons.
"Die Imperial scum!" They shouted
The Elf quickly brought up his hands and spewed fire at the Stormcloaks. As their corpses burned the Elf searched them for anything of value, only taking their iron war hammer, iron battle-axe, and a pair of fur gauntlets.
"Come on, there has to be another way out." Hadvar said as he led the Elf further into the keep.
They continued down a flight of stairs and as they reached the bottom and entered a hallway it collapsed from an attack caused by the dragon, luckily there was a side door.
"Come on." Hadvar said as the Elf opened the door, inside were two Stormcloaks, one with an Iron Great sword and one with an Iron War hammer. They pulled these from their backs as the pair approached; the Elf burned them with his spells and when they dropped, took their weapons.
"Check some of these barrels for any potions that might be lying around." Hadvar said
The Elf nodded and found inside a barrel three minor health potions, two minor magicka potions, and one minor stamina potion. After procuring these he arrived at the door with Hadvar, they opened it and descended down two flights of stairs, as they reached the bottom they saw an older man and a burly looking man with a mace dispatch two Stormcloaks
"The Torturer's Chamber, gods I wish we didn't need these." Hadvar said as they reached the bottom of the stairs
"Ah, gentlemen, welcome to my humble abode. It seems these two boys didn't like the way we treated their friends here."
The Elf managed to find a backpack containing three lock picks and a book titled "The Book of the Dragonborn" he used the picks on two cages, one with five gold pieces on the floor, the other to open a cage containing the corpse of a mage, he took the robes, and equipped them, feeling his magic power increase, he also took the gold, an invisibility potion, and a spell tome labeled "Sparks" he read this and memorized the spell, destroying the book after he was done. While he was doing this Hadvar was telling them about the dragon attack above.
"A dragon? Nonsense, don't bother me with such petty tales." The torturer said
The assistant stepped forward, "I'll go with you, something doesn't sound right."
"Sure, take all my things." The Torturer said as he noticed the Elf looting the corpse.
"Come on, there's a way out this way." The assistant led them down a tunnel and the Elf and Hadvar followed. As they made their way through the rooms that followed they found themselves in an underground cavern. It was a large room with a flowing waterfall and river beneath them and platforms connected by bridges in the corner. Ahead of them five Stormcloaks were arguing about where to go next.
"We have to find the way out, by Ysmir where are we supposed to go?"
The Elf, Hadvar, and the Torturer's Assistant rushed forward smashing, slashing, and burning the Stormcloaks, eventually they reached the end of the chamber and the assistant told them he wanted to check on the old man, and left. Hadvar and the Elf found a lever and pulled it, making a bridge come down, they crossed and as soon as Hadvar's feet touched the other side the tower shook and boulders fell through the bridge crushing it.
"Well, looks like there's no turning back now. Come on." Hadvar took the lead and led them both through a twisting passageway of tunnels until eventually he stopped them, ahead of them was a cave bear sleeping in a lit opening in the cave.
"I don't like the looks of this, we'll want to use every advantage we can, here, take this bow." Hadvar said handing the Elf the bow. He dismissed it out of hand and slowly approached the bear until he was within range, then began to spew fire. It stood, and halfway through the action went limp and fell dead.
"Nice work, come on." Hadvar said leading them through the caves once more, eventually the light of the sun shone through a hole in the wall and Hadvar led him and the Elf to safety.
Outside Hadvar took a few steps then stopped and crouched low. "Get down." He said
The Elf ducked and they watched the dragon fly overhead. As it passed Hadvar stood and sighed "That was crazy, we need to let someone know what happened here, I have an uncle who lives in Riverwood, a village not too far from here." Hadvar began to run down the path toward Riverwood. The Elf followed him only stopping once during their journey, to see the 'Guardian Stones' Where the Elf touched the mage stone and felt a surge of magical power flow into him. He followed Hadvar until they arrived at Riverwood, where they found Hadvar's uncle, Alvor.
"Hadvar, what are you doing here? And who is this?"
"It's a long story Uncle; let's get inside before we discuss more."
"Fine." Alvor led them inside where the three of them sat at Alvor's table and Hadvar told them the story of what happened.
After he was done Alvor leaned back in his chair "That's quite a tale, and if it's true, we'll need the help of the jarl." He turned to the Elf "If you don't mind, I know we've only just met, but I'd like to ask you a favor. Go, speak to the jarl of Whiterun and ask him to send soldiers to us."
The Elf nodded and stood. "Oh, here, take these." Hadvar said handing the Elf a bag of materials and food.
The Elf nodded gratefully before walking out the door. He borrowed Alvor's smith to make some leather vambraces and boots, he equipped them and sold all his excess materials and armor and weapons to the general store, where he found out that a certain family heirloom a 'golden claw' had been stolen. The Elf marked that in a journal so he'd keep an eye out for it.
He shouldered his bag and began his journey to Whiterun. As he made his way out of the foothills of Riverwood he brought up his hands and burned a river crab and a wolf when they tried to attack him. He saw smoke rising on the horizon and made his way to it. As he passed the crown of the hill a shadow flew by over his head.
He ducked behind a rock
"Dovahkiin, don't hide. I know where you are." A deep, rumbling voice called
The Elf stood and looked up to see the black dragon that attacked Helgen.
"Dovahkiin? What are you talking about you vile beast?" The Elf asked
"You are the chosen one, a being born with the ability to speak the dragon tongue. And the one who will put an end to my plan… I will not allow this to happen!"
Alduin released a loud roar and a portal opened behind The Elf.
"Farewell Dovahkiin!" Alduin called as the magical tear sucked the Elf into it.
Meanwhile, in a multitude of other dimensions, similar events were happening to a member of every race in Skyrim.
A/N Yes I know this is especially the boring part. It's EXCRUIATINGLY hard to write a fanfic based on a character(s) that don't speak of their own accord, only have characters respond when you click an option that they seem to communicate telepathically. So the story will definitely pick up pace in the coming chapters, sorry about this, usually I aim to hook on chapter 1, but unfortunately I don't have the time to come up with 13 (Or however many races there are) different stories, what with work, and school.