Legends of the Frost

by Legend of the Frost

This story is set ten years after the Stormcloak rebellion. In this story it has failed and it is about a holdout who continues the fight, he joins up with another hold out group in their search for the Dragonborn who they wish to lead them. The hold out is named Tsunvir The Unbroken. His enemies call him the Ghost of the Northern Wind this is his story hark and listen well Kinsman

1. A warrior undying

Legends of the Frost

A tale of the Unbroken a Stormcloak story

Tsunvir

It has been years since that fateful day. The day everything was lost, the day Windhelm was taken by the imperial legion and he day Ulfric the true high King of Skyrim, and his second in command Gunmar were put to death. We still fought though, we held out in the hidden camps all over Skyrim fighting a guerilla war. Over the years the different camps became divided. We were now no different than the Forsworn of the Reach. Were we truly now terrorists. It didn't matter to the truest of stormcloaks, even though they killed Ulfric we fought on. For freedom and independence and the right to worship our god Talos, it has been nearly ten years since that day. My entire camp eventually was killed. We had become so isolated from other camps I had no idea if they were even still active. If they even kept up the fight Ulfric started years ago.

All I knew is that I kept the fight going, alone and by myself and I've waged a guerilla campaign. I became good at fighting outnumbered. Every time I have met Imperials or Thalmor on the road I would kill them in the dark. If they had prisoners I would free them. I would tell them come and join me in the fight. Some looked at me as if I was insane. Something to pity, others were moved by my conviction and joined me. They never lasted long. Ten years and I still fought, I was what a true nord should be, even though I am battered, and beaten, maybe even defeated I refuse to stand down I shall not surrender I will not give up no matter what the odds I stand tall still refusing to lay down my arms. I am a true son of Skyrim, maybe the last one but I shall not surrender until my death. I will have my joy in Sovngarde, with my ancestors and when I arrive at the mead halls of Shor I shall tell Ulfric my true high king that after all those years I never gave up. That I kept fighting the fight he started, the good fight.

My name is Tsunvir the Unbroken and I will never give up the fight, I shall fight on 'til the end. I will others may have given up but I shall not. It has been cold these ten years, it has been lonely, there are days I have starved some days and some nights but it has been well worth it, the imperials and the Thalmor have taken to calling me the ghost of the north. The ghost of the snow, the frost demon and I have taken a fancy to those names and I bare them with pride. This is my story, the story of why I still fight, the story of true nord warriors. I beckon ye to come forth and sit with me around the fire and listen to the tale, legends of the frost, through my voice they shall never be lost.

A/N

I am going to be posting a few chapters from this story and see how many people read it before I continue; the most I will post will be 5-8 chapters unless I get into writing it. Please review also I will be making a story with the Dragonborn being paired with Elenwen. There are just simply not enough If any of those stories around, you know the good guy getting involved with one of the bad guys kind of thing. I'm also writing an actual book about Skyrim. Maybe I'll post a chapter or two of that as well. It would be nice if anyone could PM me about ideas on getting the copyrights on that as well.