Character Background: Do'Khajay will speak in the typical Cyrodill English, for he was raised on a small farm with his adopted Nord family. He did originally hail from Elswyr, and his parents joined a travelling caravan. When they were travelling, he must have crawled off or was left behind, because he was abandoned in Skyrim as a cub. There was a Nord farmer traveling back from the city when he heard a child's cry. He found the black cub alone and scared and cold. Though the farmer had three other children to feed, he couldn't help but take pity on the child and took him into the farmer's home. Renamed Draugner Steel-Voice, he went by that name up until he moved out of his childhood home and moved back to Elsweyr where he found his real name to be Do'Khajay. He wanted to keep both of his families' names, so he now refers to himself as Do'Khajay Steel-Voice. Despite being raised in Skyrim, he is still treated poorly by the native Nords. He made friends, but mostly enemies, as his thirst for mead often drives him to fighting and stealing. Though his morals are often questionable, he has a warm heart and often gives money to the poor and donations to the different temples of all the Divines, including Talos. He is superstitious and keeps many amulets of the Divines with him, worshiping at many shrines

Author's Note: This is an experimental piece I am doing. The spelling will be a little off I have to admit. My sense of humor is different from others and with a game like Skyrim it is hard to add your own twists, but I hope you enjoy the story of my favorite character, Do'Khajay Steel-Voice.

17 Last Seed, 4E 201

I have no idea what happened last night. I made camp on the border of Skyrim and Cyrodiil, ready to head back to my farm in Rorikstead. I was thirsty so I drank some of that Argonian Bloodwine I heard so much about. It wasn't too bad, but by Talos did it give me a headache. I drank about one or six bottles then was about to turn in for the night when I heard a bunch of rukus in the woods. I forget if I went to look around, because everything else was just a blur. This morning I woke up sick as a dog, blurry vision and a head ache that only the sound of trolls mating could cause. Oh, I also woke up in the back of a cart with a horse thief and the rebel leader, Ulfric Stormcloak. I had been out of Skyrim for a few months, but I heard that there was a civil war going on. They thought I was a Stormcloak rebel! Me of all people. I swear to Talos that Imperials are as biased and racist as the damned Nords. Anyway, I was going to make a run for it, but the horse thief must have had the same idea as I did.

I had been in a lot of bad situations, but this was by far the worst I have been in. They were calling the names, yet there wasn't a mention of 'Do'Khajay Steel-Voice' so I wasn't even on the list of execution. Imagine that. I never seen someone get beheaded before, and the first guy was killed. I forget his name, something Nordy I'm sure. Anyway, he gets beheaded, then they call me next. 'Next, the cat.' By the Divines I may be Khajiit but I'm a Nord at heart, I mean, I'm pretty sure we all look the same inside so yeah. I asked the captain for a drink before I get chopped and she slapped me. I took that as a no.

Well, there I was, kneeling in front of a man with my mouth by his crotch. I hadn't done something this ridiculous since that time I had Argonian Mead back in Whiterun when I ran an errand for Pop. I never thought I would be doing something in that position again. Anyway, the executioner rose his ax above his head and was about to strike me when a miracle happened.

Well, miracle in one term, but terrifyingly horrible and would probably kill everyone in this little town of Helgen we were apparently at. It was a dragon.

A huge gust of wind came right past us and blew the executioner right away, and I was knocked back as well. It blurred my vision and I was dizzy, but one of the men that was on the cart with me helped me up and took me to one of the Imperial towers. The dragon broke it and killed a solider, but I managed to escape. I met up with the bastard who sent me to the chopping block, but he decided to aide me. Apparently the guy who was in the cart and the bastard knew each other, because they were fighting. I really cared little for their petty squabble, and decided to leave both of them to the clutches of the dragons. I may be a Nord at heart, but I never said I was a noble one. I'm positive that they both got out okay, but if not then both can settle their problems in Sovengarde.

I managed to escape the burning town by crawling through some underground caverns. I discovered that they took everything from me. My weapons, my armor, and more importantly, my mead and wine, all gone. The escape from Helgen took a few hours, and by the time I was freed I was exhausted and my whole body shook from exhaustion and lack of alcohol in it. I took some armor from a dead Stormcloak and found an old bow with a few rusty arrows. It will have to do until I can afford some more equipment. My bed roll was left back at my camp, so I traveled a little ways and stumbled upon the town of Riverwood. It was dainty and quaint; it reminded me of my own little village.

I managed to find some coin to rent a room for the night. The owner, Delphne I think her name is. I don't really like the look of her, and she has a really bad attitude, really nosy. Something tells me she is definitely a spinster. I bought some mead and took a seat by the fire. Word had spread fast that there was a dragon attack, and the local smith asked if I could head up to Whiterun and warn the Jarl. I had nowhere else to go, so I agreed and told him that I'd do it first thing in the morning, given that he pay for my meal and my drink for the night. He agreed happily, though in the morning when he gets the tab I think he will regret our bargain. I had some Seared Slaughterfish, sort of like what Ma used to make, but this was actually good.

Before sunset I headed over to the local store and the shop owner and his sister (rather ugly lass, but from behind she didn't look half bad) were having a fight. I don't really want to intrude, but the owner tells me about their fight anyway, and wants me to help him get some sort of ornament back from some bandits held up in the old Nord ruin in the mountain. I say in my mind there is no way in Aetherius that I will be doing that, but I tell him if I get time I'll be sure to look out for it. I buy my new journal and a quill from him then head back to the Inn. After I finish writing this, I think I'll buy some good old Nord Mead from that grouchy guy that made my Slaughterfish. Hopefully I won't run into that dragon or those two guys from Helgen again tomorrow.