#1: Nervee
Nervee gulped as she cracked her fingers and raised the torch up to see the runes on the wall. Her scaled hand tracing the nordic runes with her clawed fingertips. She had seen writing like this before, runes of the great dragon cults that had once ruled all of Skyrim. Back when the dragons had enslaved the nords and used them to build great tombs and catacombs that stretched into the mountains themselves! She remembered when she had first come to this frozen land. Nervee had come all the way from Blackmarsh to explore new lands, and to hone the magika that flowed in her very bones.
Nervee had been born a mage, the only mage in her clutch that her parents had sired. She had lived well with her tribe back in Blackmarsh, but a sense of purpose had always been in her head. She was destined for great things, she knew it, her tribe had known it, possibly even the Hist themselves knew it. Maybe it had been them who had sent Nervee to this cold place.
The argonian was still young by argonian standards, she was only 20 years old and was already growing in power in the arts of conjuration, and destruction. She wore a blue mage's robe that had been reinforced with wolf's fur on the inner lining to keep her warm. She had dark green scaly skin, and purple eyes. A series of scars ran down her back from a tangle with a bear when she had first come to Skyrim, that had been a year ago.
Since then, dragons had returned to Tamriel. Someone called the Dragonborn had stopped them, and a vampire infestation had never consumed the land, and to top it all off some strange things had begun to happen on the island of Solstheim. But all those things had nothing to do with her, she was simply a mage that had come to learn from the College of Winterhold. At the moment she was knee deep in some old nord ruin staring at old runes trying to make sense of them all. There was power here, great power. A strong force had touched the stone and formed the runes. She couldn't read them, she doubted she ever could. But she wondered… could someone else read them.
"That is a word of power your looking at scales." A deep voice made her jump slightly and she whirled around with lightning on the tips of her fingers. A man in armor stepped forward into the light of her torch and magic. He pulled his helmet off and chuckled "relax girl, if I had intended to kill you… Well you would have already taken an arrow in the back of your neck."
"Who are you?" She demanded with a light argonian accent that would have betrayed her origins to anyone who had the ears to listen to it.
"Grognik Valgarax, adventurer, soldier of the Empire, and Dragonborn." The man said as he stepped toward the wall, it was at that moment she realized that he was an orc. He was a built man, she could see that through his armor. A sword was strapped to his belt and a shield was at his back.
"Dragonborn… as in THE Dragonborn." She asked with interest.
"The only Dragonborn in Skyrim, that's for sure." The orc man stepped to the wall and the runes did something that Narvee had not expected. They began to glow, and flow over the man. Her eyes widened as she watched him read the words, and adsorb them. After a few moments the glow faded and only torch light remained. The man turned to her and held out his hand, offering a handshake.
Narvee gulped and lowered her guard, letting her lightning spell die away. Then she reached forth and shook her hand "Narvee, mage of the Winterhold College."
He gave her a firm handshake and grinned "nice to meet you, must be pretty good with your magic then. I saw the dead draugr littering the place."
"I can defend myself yes, but most of them were already dead when I arrived." She explained as she blinked and looked in his face. He had a black beard that had been trimmed into a goatee, a mess of black hair was on the top of his head. He had blue eyes and soft green skin, the man was handsome… for an orc.
Then they both shifted as the sound of coffins being shoved open filled the room. Several draugr began to rise out of their graves and take hold of their weapons. Several stepped out from behind the wall of runes that the orc had gained power from. The orc drew his sword and stepped forward "well Scales, guess we'll have to fight them."
"They are all over the chamber, there's no way we can take them all." Narvee exclaimed with a gulp a bound blade suddenly appearing in her hand.
"How about this Scales, we survive this and I buy you a drink back in Whiterun?" He said just as the draugr began to attack.