So I finally got around to writing again. This time about Skyrim. Of course for the story, things that were game mechanics will be left out or if not, altered to fit better. One of the main things I changed would be the scale, particularly for the main cities of the holds. Anyhow, please enjoy and tell me what you think.

Prologue

Jaegar held the strange stone tablet as he left Riverwood. It looked oddly like a map. The back of the stone had no carvings on it, but the front was filled with etchings that looked like very much like a map, perhaps even of Skyrim. It was in some strange language he definitely did not know. It could even be some code; it was mainly lines and dots.

The sun came over the horizon as he walked down the hill. Whiterun was now in view to his left. As the stars faded, he walked past a meadery. In the distance he saw... He blinked. A giant brought its club down into a field. A cabbage flew into the air. Jaegar ran to see what was happening, stopping pointlessly behind a low wall as the giant stomped around. Three people were defending themselves against it.

The giant stumbled over, and fell, landing on its hands right in front of Jaegar. It raised its head, looking straight at him, as one of those people stabbed it in the leg. In absolute rage, it reached out for him. Jaegar rolled back, out of the giant's reach and drew his bow. As the giant righted itself, he notched three arrows and let fly, straight into the towering thing's stomach. It bellowed loudly and brought down its club. Jaegar dove out of the way.

The club kicked up dust all around him. He coughed and rolled over just as the club once again came down, mere inches from his head. Getting an idea he got up quickly. When the giant brought down the club again, Jaegar sidestepped, and, trying his best to ignore the dust and pebbles raining down around him, he ran up to the giant's hand and stabbed it in the wrist with his Elven dagger. Before he could pull out the dagger, the giant released the club and pulled its hand into the air. Jaegar flew thirty feet into the air and away from the fight.

He hardly caught a glimpse of the world upside down for a few seconds before he crashed through a small stable and landed upside down in some hay. He took a couple deep breaths before getting up. His body hurt from the impact but this was no time to stop. Through the adrenaline he ignored the pain and sprinted across the field that he had flown over not seconds earlier.

The giant was still going, but it was slower now. It swung around at the people beneath its feet, stomping and bellowing with rage. Jaegar's dagger was still in its right wrist. The giant, during one of its wild swings, managed to grab a woman off of the ground. She screamed loudly as the giant squeezed her. Jaegar sprinted, drawing his second dagger and jumped, driving the blade into the giant's leg. It dropped her, grabbing for the pain in its leg. Jaegar held onto the blade with one hand and pulled himself up by grabbing the giant's loin cloth. He pulled out the dagger and used it to climb the giant.

The giant spun around, trying to dislodge him. Its hand came up, grabbing at its back. Jaegar held on with one hand as best he could. When the hand grabbed at him again, Jaegar yanked the dagger from the giant's wrist. Using one of the daggers as a hold, he went to work on the giant's neck, stabbing quickly. Blood poured from the widening wound, until eventually the giant stumbled and fell for the last time, landing on the wall Jaegar had originally tried to hide behind at the beginning of the fight.

Jaegar pulled out his daggers and stumbled off the giant, rolling to lie face up on the ground. He could feel the adrenaline in his body thinning out. He stood up, shaking the post-fight crash from his body. He sheathed the two daggers and looked up as the three persons who were orignally fighting the giant approached him. One was a large dark-haired Nord with a greatsword on his back, donning steel armour. Another was the woman who had been picked up by the giant. She grabbed her midsection as she walked. The last of the group was a woman with face paint and a bow on her back. Of all of them, she somehow looked the toughest to him.

"You fight well..." the final woman he had been looking at said. "You would make for a decent Shield-Brother."

"A what now?"

The woman gave a slight chuckle. "You've never heard of the Companions? We reside in Jorrvaskr, mead hall of the Companions. If you wish to join us. Come there. It's in Whiterun, near Dragonsreach."

Jaegar gave a deep breath, his body at last coming down from the high. "I'll consider it," he said.

"Very well." With that she turned away with the group.

Before the other woman turned away she looked at him and smiled. "Thank you."

"No problem," he said, his eyes on the other woman as she walked away.

Jaegar walked out of Dragonsreach, having delivered his message to the Jarl and upon doing so discovering that the stone he had gotten from that Draugr that nearly opened up his chest was actually important. As he walked down the steps to the Jarl's hall he looked left to the long building there. He had asked the innkeeper and found out that that building was Jorrvaskr. Without much thought, he entered the mead hall just as a brawl was starting. Everyone watched, cheering. The woman to whom he had spoken earlier stood off to the side, with a look of mild amusement on her face. She saw him out of the corner of his eye and turned to him.

"Have you considered joining us?"

"Yes. That's why I'm here."

"I'll take you to Kodlak. He's the one in charge."

Jaegar followed her downstairs, hoping he was not getting himself into something too serious.

The old man with white hair, aptly named Kodlak Whitemane, had, after an almost enigmatic speech to another in his presence about a person's reasons for joining the Companions, told him he could join. Now he stood outside with the other member of the Companions who had received the speech. He was supposed to see how hard Jaegar could hit. Some of the other members of the Companions watched them from the terrace at the back of the hall.

When Jaegar pulled his daggers the Nord laughed. "You expect to get close enough to hit me with those?"

"I guess we'll see," he answered, sizing up the Nord.

The Nord, Vilkas, grunted what seemed to be a mild sense of approval and lunged. Jaegar dodged and sidestepped, using his speed to his advantage. He could see early on that Vilkas would not tire easily. Everytime he tried to move in, Vilkas changed his position to prevent any movement against him by blocking with his shield. Jaegar quickly came up with a tactic to deal with the Companion. On his next move when he stepped in and Vilkas raised the shield, he drove one of his Elven daggers into the iron shield. On his next move, he feinted. Vilkas raised the shield as expected. Jaegar grabbed the dagger in the shield and pulled, opening Vilkas's stance and placed his other hand in his back, tripping him as he did. Vilkas fell face down, as Jaegar pressed the dagger into his throat.

The Companions on the patio applauded Jaegar's swift performance. He rose retrieving his dagger from the man's shield. Vilkas laughed as he got up. "Well met. Well met. Welcome to the Companions brother."

"Thank you."

As he walked up the steps the woman stopped him. "Well met. You're pretty quick, Redguard. Perhaps I'll finally have more than just brawlers around here. I am Aela, though some call me the Huntress."

"Jaegar Anei. Well met Aela."

"Welcome to the Companions."