Broken Blades

by Vardarr

Two mercenaries, hired to escort two mysterious mages to the College of Winterhold, an Argonian Thief struggling with his ancient power, and a Khajiit assassin unsure of her allegiances, are all put to the test as the Dragon Crisis threatens to destroy everything they know. (Discontinued)

1. Prologue

Prologue

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The screams of battling warriors surrounded him, his fear would consume him if he did not concentrate. He was a legionnaire, dammit! He wouldn't succumb to fear, even if his fellow legionnaires did.

The Imperial City, once the trade capital of the Empire, now just a battlefield.

Bodies littered the streets, The faces of the fallen twisted in the fear and pain, in which they had died. His comrades in arms, his shield brothers and sisters, their broken bodies lining the streets of the capital of the Empire they were sworn to protect.

An Aldmeri soldier charged him, with his greatsword raised above his head, ready to strike. He narrowly managed to evade the blade, but the soldier was quick to counterattack. He blocked the sword, with swung with a frightening fury, the Altmers face stricken with anger.

After a few long moments, he had defeated the soldier, the fight had taken its toll on him. It had been difficult, the Altmer had been a challenge, he had been angry, but he was tall, fast and skilled, whereas he was slow in his heavy armor,small in comparison to the Elf, though he had natural skill in combat.

He stood there, consumed by his victory, small but a victory nonetheless. The battle had continued around him, of course it had, but when his focus had been on winning the duel, it felt as if time had stopped. He stood there consumed by his victory, when suddenly a pain emerged from his leg. He collapsed, in unimaginable pain, this was going to be his last.