17th of Last Seed, 4E 201
We are making our way to Skyrim, Sheo says- sorry, "Lord Sheogorath has commanded that I his subject shall accompany him to the Province of Skyrim, where we find adventure, madness, and goat cheese" So this might be fun. We are the only two going, and the Saints and Seducers are displeased that it is so. But forget about them for now, if need be with our combined power we could summon a small gate to the Shivering Isles from which the forces of his Lord Sheogorath- could I please just call you Sheo? Alright thank you- will pour out in droves to slaughter our enemies. So that's nice. Oh, someone is approaching down the road. I wonder if maybe they are from that other camp nearby?
"How DARE you filthy Nords capture us! We were simply within a small proximity to these Stormcloak fellows, and assume we work for them?" Qordaenhesis Laraethfaere, who was once a High Elf but is now a mostly Daedric Prince's best friend, and is also technically a Daedra himself was fuming angrily.
Especially since Sheo had up and surrendered them! In their cart, cramped as it was, were six people. A nord sat across from Qordaenhesis, or Qorda for short. On his right sat Sheo, and next to Sheo was another nord with a gag covering his mouth. Across from that nord sat an Argonian with some nasty looking scars on his throat. And finally on the Argonian's right was third nord in rags.
"Hah, enough Elf. Those who dispute the divinity of their own god have too much shit in their ears." The blond nord looked fairly downtrodden, but Qorda couldn't help but agree.
"They can't do this! We four, we don't belong here! If it weren't for you Stormcloaks I would have been halfway to Hammerfell. Empire was nice and lazy." The Nord in rags spoke timidly, seemingly and reasonably terrified, for himself at least.
"Quiet Horse Thief. And you, Imperial, any idea why the Empire arrested you and the Elf?" Sheo gave the nord a smile but shook his head. While a Daedric Prince, he was the newest one at the job with only about 200 years under his belt. Not much for immortals. Here in Tamriel he was only as powerful as he had been as a mortal, maybe with some new toys and tricks to play with.
"Hmph. What's his problem?" The horse thief gestured at the gagged nord, who looked to be wearing some fine furs.
"Watch your tongue! That's Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, True High King of Skyrim you're speaking of!" The Blond nord and the Horse thief argued a bit as the carts rolled through some gates, the thief sending prayers to the divines except Talos.
"Well, since we seem to be off to our execution, what do you feel about roasted venison and carrots in a stew tonight?" Qorda shot Sheo a questioning look.
"Sounds mighty delightful, maybe throw in some cut potatoes too." The rest of the cart bar the Argonian stared at the two like they were crazy. The cart suddenly jolted to a stop.
They got off and got into two lines as their names were called off. Once the three nords were out of the way, the Horse thief "Lokir" tried to make a run for it and slipped on a pile of horse shit ironically, which saved him from being shot in the head by an arrow. He scrambled to his feet and was off before anyone realized what was happening again. The Imperial captain went on as if nothing went wrong.
"Elf, step forward. Who are you?" Qorda did so and smugly looked down upon the two of them, both nords.
"I am named Qordaenhesis Laraethfaere, High Elf born in the Summerset Isles, A renowned mage for my talent with Destruction magicks, as well as Conjuration. You seem to have made an absolute blunder, for my travelling Partner, Giattus Uulorel, the Imperia there, and I were simply making camp for the night before we made our way into Skyrim. So unless you wish to offend the Thalmor by executing a High Elven mage of great power, and an Imperial that is his equal, for simply existing, then I demand you release us immediately." The captain scowled and raised a hand.
"Really bad idea-" Sheo stuck his head out from behind Qorda, just as the captain swung her hand to slap the elf.
Suddenly, his hands were free and his bound daedric dagger was at her throat, beneath her jaw. She froze and he scoffed at her, walking away. Some of the guards moved to intercept but suddenly intense flames burst to life around the elf, and he stopped to watch the rest of the execution arms crossed. Sheo was somehow beside him still smiling as the captain fainted, forcing the nord beside her to question the remaining prisoner.
"Who are you?" The Argonian shook his head and brought his hands up, his thumbs touching his neck and the scars.
"Ah.. are you mute then?" A nod, and the Argonian opened his mouth, a dry, quiet coughing sound all that could be heard.
"Very well then. Head on to the block." The Argonian nodded and walked that way. A priest began to give the final rights.
That was until a pompous, rude Stormcloak strode forward announcing he would wait no longer. What looked to be a general watched on in silence, apparently unhappy with the two prisoners still watching what was happening.
"Next prisoner. Argonian, step forwards." Just as the reptilian man was about to do so, a distant roaring sound echoed across Helgen.
Just then a mountain began lifting off of another- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING!? Sheo was chuckling next to him and the High Elf/Daedra looked in pure awe as a massive dragon, dark as midnight and a wingspan the size of probably Helgen itself. It /shrank/ to a much more easily handled form, then rushed like lightning to Helgen.
Things went to shit after that, Qorda grabbed Gia and the Argonian and dragged them through the burning town and to the Keep.
"Prisoner, if you want to live come with me!" Without another word.. The three followed Hadvar into the Keep to avoid it coming down on them.
Qorda began rifling through the chests and tossed each of his three companions some potions he had stored, his only burn healing and resistance potions because he didn't expect so much fire here in Skyrim. The Argonian armed himself with a blade and some armor, cheap military shit so Qorda summoned a new golden longsword for himself and handed over the Daedric Sword. He then pulled out a dozen or so scrolls and handed them over.
"How much space do you have in so few pockets?" Hadvar looked amazed at how much there was.
"Oh please, I figured out dimensional spacing only a few weeks after the death of the emperor right at the beginning of the Fourth Era." Qorda explained that the scrolls would summon the Argonian a new blade were that one to break or run out of time.
"You.. you're that old? Hm.. you look odd but good for your age." Qorda shot a glare at Giattus before the imperial could mention that he looked even better.
"We should get moving, find our way out of here. Going outside or sitting still wouldn't be smart right now." So together the four made their way through the keep, killing Stormcloaks who apparently thought it be smart to fight other people while trying not to die to a dragon.
They found two other imperials, a Torturer and his assistant. The Argonian nagged some mage gear off a dead prisoner and learned a spell called Sparks.. Qorda was not impressed with Skyrim's magical progress. After a few minutes of gearing up and getting the Argonian used to the spell and improving it just a bit to be more useful, the group, now five since the Assistant wanted to help out, headed off down through some ruins. They killed even more stormcloaks and then ran into some spiders, the Assistant went back saying he'd watch after the old man. The four finally killed a bear and then made their way out of the ruins.
"There it is! Get down!" Hadvar ducked by a boulder and the other three simply looked up, seeing the Dragon fly overhead and then over some ruins.
"Hmph. Well that thing can go fuck right off. Alright, where to now?" Hadvar then led them to his town of origin, Riverwood. The Argonian was silent as usual. Qorda was in a one sided discussion about magic in Skyrim while Hadvar was just a bit ahead of them. Gia was in between them all.
They got some help from Hadvar's uncle Alvor, who asked them to go to Whiterun to send aid to the small town. After a day of rest and resupply the three headed off.
"Hey, Argonian. Could you maybe write your name down for us?" The Argonian paused in the road and looked actually a bit surprised.
" What? I'm not so much of a bastard to just keep calling you Argonian for this short journey. Besides when you're out kicking some ass I want to say I know that guy." Qorda pulled out an invention of his, a sort of mechanism that holds ink in a cartridge inside of a thin metal body with a tip with a hole that ink would go through when pressure was put on it, making a spring inside push on the cartridge and push some ink out.
The Argonian accepted it and a piece of parchment then wrote something.
" Okawrenaza Augeesmarush.. I shall simply call you Oka for short, Okay?" The Argonian nodded accepting of the nickname.