Chapter One

A hooded figure wandered slowly along the snowy path, his arms crossed in front of him and his orange tail swishing side to side in an agitated fashion. at his side was a broad elven blade, and on his back, above a large leather rucksack, sat an ornately decorated wooden longbow. He seemed lonely, and he walked as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, his right leg had a slight limp, and it was bandaged underneath his robes. His name was Korban Fariisi, and his story was just beginning...

The cold bit at his fur, even under his cloak. he kept his head bowed, in case he ran across someone, he was not in the mood to talk. his memories of home were troubling him, and he was trying to force them out and focus on the road ahead. A difficult task when the road was as dreary as this.

"Come on Korban, just put your foot on that loose brick..."

"Your father is very ill, you and your brothers will have to be strong for him..."

"Put those foolish ideas aside, father needs us here..."

"You should do what you want, don't let your brother dictate your future to you!"

"You would leave, and dishonour our family? Leave us when father needs us most? Fine, go! But if you return here I will make sure that you live just long enough to regret it!"

"It's okay Korban, I'll be fine without you... Just... Don't forget me, okay?"

He shook the voices of his past from his head, and quickened his pace as he heard voices ahead. He really did not want to talk to whoever was ahead, least of all if they were the usual Khajiit-hating types that he encountered on the road.

As he got closer to the source of the voices, it started to sound less and less like friendly chatter. His ears pricked up underneath his hood as he tried to make out the voices. as he approached a bend in the road he could just make out some words.

"Let go of me! Give that back! Heey!"

"What're you gonna do about it, greyskin?"

"Ooo, the little girl thinks that she can take us on boys!"

"Looks like we've got a fighter on our hands!"

He rounded the corner at a brisk pace, and saw a young dark elf woman struggling against a bear of a Nord who was holding her arms behind her back, while another rummaged through her bag, and one more held the reins of a dark brown horse, trying to keep it under control as it struggled against him.

Korban uncrossed his arms and approached the group cautiously. He spoke up when he was around ten paces away, and he saw the man who was going through her bags, obviously the leader, raise his had to slap the girl.

"Hey, Renrijri!"

The Leader turned angrily to face him, his face turned up into an ugly scowl.

"Get lost, cat! This is none of your business!"

In a calm voice, Korban simply replied,

"It is now"

Aaaaand that's chapter one, please review, constructive criticism is appreciated, as long as it is constructive. It's my first attempt at writing so go easy on me, I'll try my best to improve anything that needs improving and i hope that it isn't too terrible. :)