It's been 4 years since the defeat of Alduin and Ja'Kloeer's discovery of being the Dragonborn, 3 years since the defeat of Lord Harkon, and 2 years since the defeat of Miraak. Ja'Kloeer is now 24 years old. He has become a Blade, however, he and the Grandmaster Delphine argued about Paarthurnax staying alive or dying. Ja'Kloeer wants to let him live while Delphine wants him dead.
"He isn't bad anymore, trust me. I'm the one who's worked with him to defeat Alduin. In fact, he helped me fight Alduin." Said Ja'Kloeer.
"Yeah, I understand. But he did commit atrocities years ago. What says he could suddenly turn against you?" Questioned Delphine.
"I promise. He won't." Said Ja'Kloeer.
"I'm going to give you a choice, Dragonborn. Either you kill him and we will let you recruit anybody you want into the Blades. Or, if you don't kill the dragon, we won't help you anymore and you won't be allowed in here." Said Delphine. Ja'Kloeer leaned in the chair he was in and thought about it. He didn't really have much friends besides Hadvar from the Imperial Legion. Hadvar helped Ja'Kloeer escape the disaster at Helgen. In return, Ja'Kloeer helped Hadvar and the Legion defeat Ulfric Stormcloak and his army and became a Legate. Ja'Kloeer didn't know anyone else that could become a Blade member with him. He made his decision.
"I'm leaving. I'm not coming back. You can take this. I don't want to have anything to do with it anymore." Said Ja'Kloeer, throwing his sword Dragonbane, his other Blades sword, shield, and the helmet before stripping to his underwear and walked off.
Esbern walked into the Temple and saw Ja'Kloeer.
"Ewww, put on some clothes you dirty cat. I don't want to see that." Said Esbern.
"Shut up, mage nerd." Said Ja'Kloeer, storming through the door.
"That was a bad one!" Shouted Esbern.
"Does it look like Ja'Kloeer cares!?" Ja'Kloeer Shouted back.
"What's wrong with him? Is he in a bad mood like cats get nowadays?" Asked Esbern.
"He decided he'll let Paarthurnax live and leave the Blades." Said Delphine.
"I tell ya, there's something about them Khajiit that makes me think they aren't trustworthy." Said Esbern.
"At least he killed Alduin I guess." Said Delphine. Esbern sat down at the table and drank some wine while Delphine walked out to the temple courtyard.
Ja'Kloeer put on the party robe and boots he left locked in the chest outside the temple entrance and made his way out of the Karthspire. He was going to head to Solitude to become a full time Legate in the Imperial Legion. He was walking through the Reach Hold looking at the large hills and the clear blue sky.
Ja'Kloeer was upset that Delphine and Esbern wanted Paarthurnax dead, but in a small way, he could see why they wanted him gone. But it wasn't enough to convince Ja'Kloeer to commit the act. He took out his journal and wrote a little note next to the Blades section, which said: I'm leaving the Blades. They want me to kill the dragon Paarthurnax. I can't commit to the request because he has helped me get to where I'm at now. He helped me to fight Alduin. I owe a lot to him, and Odahviing. Those two dragons and my old buddy Hadvar are the only friends I believe I have, at least right now.
After writing the note, he put the journal back in his inside robe pocket and took a long deep breath. He had a long way left to walk before he would reach Dragon Bridge. Ja'Kloeer heard the sound of voices in the distance and looked around. There were several ruins and fortresses around but nobody was seen. Ja'Kloeer expected the worst. In Skyrim, anything can happen. Ja'Kloeer heard the sound of a stick snap close by. He heard it come from his left ear and immediately looked to the left but without moving his head. He didn't want whoever it was to know he heard them. At least not right now. He heard whispers. And then he heard faint footsteps coming from behind. He instinctively ducked and turned around with a right cross. Sure enough, a Forsworn was there ready to kill the Khajiit. The cross hit the Forsworn and it knocked the wind out of him. Ja'Kloeer grabbed the attackers shoulders and threw a knee into the stomach. The Forsworn groaned and fell back. Ja'Kloeer saw 4 more Forsworn come running from behind a rock and 5 others from a group of bushes. Ja'Kloeer was outnumbered. He didn't want to risk losing his life. "Fus-Ro-Dah!" Shouted Ja'Kloeer. The shout blew back the 4 attackers in front of him. Clearing a path for him. Ja'Kloeer started sprinting full speed. Unfortunately for him, Ja'Kloeer didn't have any weapons on him. He didn't know any destruction spells and the only thing he could do is use the Thu'um, fight with his claws, or run. Ja'Kloeer vaulted over a rock and stepped up on a boulder before jumping over a Forsworn who swung a sword at him. Ja'Kloeer landed and continued running, his attackers followed suit. Arrows were shot at the Khajiit, but Ja'Kloeer was able to dodge the projectiles. He saw a cliff edge coming up and saw land beneath it. He looked behind him real quick and saw 15 or more Forsworn coming right for him. Several of them were preparing to fire arrows at him. Ja'Kloeer looked back in front of him and ran to the cliff edge and jumped. He landed and shoulder rolled to help keep himself from hurting his ankles. The Forsworn slowly but also quickly made their way down the cliff and continued the chase. Ja'Kloeer needed help. He would call Odahviing to come, but he was across the province from Ja'Kloeer. The Dragonborn saw Dragon Bridge in the distance. He figured he would try to run there and get some soldiers to help. Ja'Kloeer turned around to shout Fire Breath.
"You-Toor-Shul!" Shouted the Khajiit. A fireball smashed against some of the Forsworn, killing them instantly. Ja'Kloeer turned back around in time to see a Forsworn jump in front of him and bash him with the pommel of his sword. Ja'Kloeer fell down dazed. The Forsworn raised his sword to finish him when a loud hiss was heard. The Forsworn turned to see a steel mace spiraling in his direction. Bam! The Forsworn crumpled to the ground. A Khajiit picked up the weapon and bashed another Forsworn in the temple. Another Khajiit started firing arrows from behind a rock, taking out many Forsworn with just one arrow. The steel mace Khajiit spun around and swept an attacker off his feet with his mace and finished them with a strike to the head. He bashed his shield against a Forsworn's face to make them stumble before jumping and slamming the mace on the top of their head, killing the Forsworn immediately. Ja'Kloeer got to his feet and saw a trio of Forsworn charging at him.
"Tiid-Klo-Ul!" Shouted Ja'Kloeer. Time slowed down around Ja'Kloeer. He ran forward and sent an uppercut into the ribs of the first Forsworn and spun with an elbow strike. He stepped forward and threw a low roundhouse kick to the second Forsworn's knee, breaking it. The third Forsworn had an arrow ready to be fired at Ja'Kloeer. The Khajiit pushed the bow off to the side and smashed the Forsworn's face with a jab cross combo. Time sped back up and the three Forsworn fell to the ground. Ja'Kloeer looked around and saw Forsworn running away. The steel mace Khajiit and the archer Khajiit put their weapons away and made their way to Ja'Kloeer.
"Hello, friends. Ja'Kloeer is thankful you guys have come by." Said Ja'Kloeer.
"You are welcome, Kharjo is my name. This is my buddy Dro'marash." Said the Khajiit with the mace. "We saw you getting chased and thought you could use a hand." Said Dro'marash.
"I greatly appreciate it." Said Ja'Kloeer.
"Would you like for us to escort you wherever you need to go, Ja'Kloeer? We'd be more than welcome to do so." Said Kharjo.
"If you guys don't mind. I don't have any weapons on me. I may be Dragonborn but I'd rather not shout all the time and lose my breath immediately during a fight." Said Ja'Kloeer. Kharjo and Dro'marash looked at each other and then back at Ja'Kloeer.
"Dragonborn? You are the Dragonborn? That's awesome, Dro'marash is very amazed." Said the Khajiit archer. Ja'Kloeer nodded.
"Where you off to?" Asked Kharjo.
"Solitude, however I now want to head back to Whiterun and gather some belongings." Said Ja'Kloeer.
"Very well. Let's start making our way over there. Who knows when those stupid Forsworn will come back." Said Kharjo. Dro'marash and Kharjo took Ja'Kloeer back to their trade caravan. The other two Khajiit were Ahkari and Zaynabi.
"Ahkari, we brought over a friend who was in near danger. We must escort him to Whiterun." Said Kharjo.
"Well, Kharjo. We need to get to Dawnstar. We get a lot of people over there. He can come with us." Said Ahkari.
"I understand. I want to make sure he has a roof over his head though. Dro'marash can protect you guys. Plus, I've helped teach Zaynabi some combat before, so she can help too. I promise I'll be back." Said Kharjo. Ahkari sat back against the tree he was leaning on.
"Okay, that's fine. Plus we don't normally run into danger ourselves, and even if we do. Ahkari firmly believes Dro'marash and Zaynabi will have his back." Said Ahkari with a smile. Kharjo smiles back.
"May your road lead you to warm sands. Kharjo will be back." Said Kharjo before he shook hands with Dro'marash, hugged Zaynabi and nodded at Ahkari. "You as well, same for you, friend." Said Ahkari, pointing at Ja'Kloeer. Ja'Kloeer nodded before turning around and walking with Kharjo.
Ja'Kloeer and Kharjo made it to Whiterun and were about to walk through the city gates when a guard stepped between Ja'Kloeer and Kharjo.
"Hey, Kharjo saved Ja'Kloeer. He can come in. He won't hurt anyone I promise." Said Ja'Kloeer. The guard nodded and backed up.
"I've got my eye on you." Said the guard to Kharjo as he entered the city. Ja'Kloeer led Kharjo to his house and unlocked the door and entered.
"You have such a lovely home. Kharjo enjoys the warmth." Said Kharjo.
"Thank you. It's a nice house. Do you want anything to eat?" Asked Ja'Kloeer. Kharjo shook his head.
"I'm okay." Said Kharjo.
"Well, Thank you once again for helping Ja'Kloeer. I owe you my thanks." Said Ja'Kloeer, handing Kharjo a large sack of coin.
"You don't have to." Said Kharjo, not grabbing the coin at first.
"Please, take it. You deserve it." Said Ja'Kloeer.
"Okay, then." Said Kharjo, taking the bag of coin.
"Kharjo wants to travel around Skyrim with you." Said Kharjo.
"You do?" Asked Ja'Kloeer, a little surprised.
"Yes. I've always wanted to work with the Dragonborn, and now I finally can. Are you okay with Kharjo being your loyal companion?" Asked Kharjo. Ja'Kloeer crossed his arms and thought about it.
"Yes, you can. I don't have a lot of friends anyway." Said Ja'Kloeer. There was a sudden knock on the door and Ja'Kloeer walked over to it and slowly opened it up. A man in ragged clothes looked back at him.
"Hey, I have something for you. It's a letter from someone who claims to know you." Said the courier. He handed Ja'Kloeer an envelope.
"That's it, gotta go." Said the courier before turning around and walking away. Ja'Kloeer closed the door and opened the envelope and took the letter out.
"What is it?" Asked Kharjo. Ja'Kloeer held up a hand signaling for Kharjo to hold on a second. The letter read: Dear Ja'Kloeer,
I don't think you remember me. I'm J'Zargo. I'm a mage at the Mages College in Winterhold. You have been gone for a while and I'm wondering if you can come back. Tolfdir has been talking about something about an ancient artifact in a ruin somewhere near here. Can you come help?"
"It's a letter from the College of Winterhold asking for my assistance. You want to come?" Asked Ja'Kloeer. Kharjo nodded.
"Definitely." Kharjo replied. Ja'Kloeer got his iron armor on and equipped a sword and shield along with a bow and arrow before heading out with Kharjo.