Storm-Bringer

by Zero the Maverick Hunter

An adventure through the summerset isles occurs, as a high-elf, Mijakl Stormbringer, is kidnapped by bandits, only to face a much greater threat. Ulfric stormcloak, on his way to a siege of his homeland. Can he stop him in time? And will the bandits and stormcloaks keep him alive long enough to stop it in the first place, as he plans his escape?

1. Chapter 1

Not long ago, in the land of the Summerset isles, a family of noble altmer sailors known as the Storm-Bringers gave birth to a boy. And that boy is the center of this story involving feuds among mer and men. This son's name was Mijakl. Even as a young boy, his prowess in stealth, combat, and the arcane arts were great. His morals though? Can't say the same for them. One day, on 6th of rain's hand, on his 22nd birthday, his father, Solimon, held a great dueling tournament. The manor and city swarmed like a Nordic skeever den. For seven days, the tournament went on. In the sun, the bows and swords glittered in the sunlight. And at night, the city would listen to the harps and lutes of the bards as they resounded in the air. On the eighth day however, not all was as mirthful.

The feasting turned to bitter sorrow. For in the midst of the sport and battle, out of nowhere, a storm of arrows, not from the fighters, but from a group of bandits flew through the air and hit the young heir,Mijakl, poisoning him, and causing him to bleed.

Before passing out, he drew his glass sword, and charged the line of bandits in the confusion and fleeing crowds. About to raise his sword, he fell, his body numbed by the poison. The bandits, seizing the opportunity, and concluding by his fancy weapons that he had to be a noble, kidnapped him, and brought him aboard their boat, which had docked near the seaside city. The nobles and their guests watched as they sailed away to divines-know-where in horror.

The Storm-Bringers nearly went mad with grief. Messengers were sent to scour all over the province, but they never came back with news of Mijakl or the bandits. Forced to conclude their son was murdered or worse, they kept to their sorrow. However, the poison from the arrow he was hit with put him in a deep sleep, numbing the pain, and stopping his blood from spilling out of him. The bandits didn't want to kill him either. They could either make a slave or a crew member out of him, and they really only captured him for ransom money. Mijakl awoke and scanned the room. "Well." He said, as he was being stared down by brawny Nord captives, and shady Khajiit prisoners. "Time to organize a breakout."