The one who would become a legend
(Mer: any race that has any other blood not animal or human, Mer are usually Elves. I.e. Bosmer, Altmer etc
Betmer: any race that is beastial. Khajiit, argonian etc, can be classified as Betmer)
J'tago hated Skyrim. It was not like her homeland of Elsewyre. A warm deserty place. J'tago was a khajiit of nineteen. She had dark fur with deep golden eyes. She had a muscular build from past sparring matches with her clansmates and other fellow caravans that had passed hers along the way. Friendly matches. She trudged along the open road cursing the rain and cold. Even though she had her 'winter coat' coming in, it did little to shield her from the cold. It was better than nothing though. Khajiit fur was meant to keep the sun off their bodies and repel some of the sand when a good breeze kicked up. It wasn't meant to be a barrier against the harshness of snow and cold rain.
She had met, not too long ago, a fellow khajiit caravan trader by the name of Ri'Saad. He was an elder but quite experienced in many things. He also had fellow younger khajiits in his caravan helping earn their keep. He had asked if she wished to join his band but she politely declined. She wasn't one to follow orders for long. She traveled along the road when she heard some voices. These voices did not belong to humans that much she did know. Quietly she approached the sound and saw 4 altmer standing around. She had no dealings with altmer personally but she did know enough about them to stay out of their way. Elsewyre, her homeland, was part of the dominion. Her parents had drilled it into her skull saying that it was they who brought back the moons to enable a good moon sugar harvest and allow breeding. J'tago scoffed. All you needed for 'breeding' was a male and female, and prefably a bed to do the deed. She went to quietly slip away when something slammed into the back of her skull. She fell out immediately.
Within a few hours she regained conciousness and looked around. She found that her hands were bound to prevent escape. Her fellow prisoners were wearing Imperial armor. Damn. She wandered into their territory and therefore they thought she was part of whomever was in the wagon. To the right of her sat a proud man who was not only bound and the hands but was gagged as well. He looked at his fellow prisoner, rolled his eyes and looked elsewhere.
"I see you finally made it friend. You were out for quite some time." J'tago looked at the human in front of her. He seemed friendly enough, she smiled back. "wh-where are we going?" she asked. Another man answered; "To Sovenguard. These bastards think by killing us, piece will come to skyrim." J'tago sighed. Then she saw the man that was gagged. "who is that guy over there?" the first man answered. "That is Jarl Ulfric. The imperials captured him because he committed the "ultimate sin" of worshipping Talos. J'tago snorted. "why not let men worship who they please?" this earned a chuckle. "If it were only that simple. J'tago stared not understanding. "We best prepare. Sovenguard awaits. It was a pleasure talking to you khajiit." He replied and said nothing more.