Blood of the Reach: A forsworn Tale
A/N: sorry I didn't tell anyone about the name change ahead of time, I always did feel for the Forsworn in Skyrim. And this is a story I have written so that they can have their moment of glory, a moment they truly deserve. Also warning this is a forsworn story, and I write with the rawest detail I can imagine, there will be acts of brutality, and savagery on both sides, which is to be expected of the Forsworn and the Nords of Skyrim, and there will be some graphic depictions of sex, and things of that nature, and hagraven beatings, because Esmeralda can lose patience with Xaxa pretty quickly. This is a story about the forsworn; you should already know what it is you are getting into by reading this story. Yours truly The Last Dragonborn Warrior.
Chapter 3: Unity, The axe that falls in the dark
Xaxa Faolan Red's point of view
We had returned to the Sundered Hills from the Druadach mountains at night fall. The people were well into their nightly activities. The Sentries were standing alert at the Sundered Towers, and at the entrance to Red Eagle redoubt. Our allies from Karthspire came with us to make sure we got back alright. "You will hear from us soon Vokar, we may need Karthspire to bring the south under our banner." I said to him and he nodded. "Of course Red Eagle." Vokar turned and began to leave. "Oh and Vokar, have your men ready I will be coming at dawn. I think it is time we drove the Nords from the town of Karthwasten, they have been harassing natives who live there and I think it is time we show them we mean business." I said "Of course Reach king." He said and he turned with his men and left for Karthspire.
I ran swiftly to catch up to Esmeralda "Matron, do you think the nords will strike soon?" I asked her and she looked at me. Her beady black eyes showed caution, it was like she was afraid. "Come to my tower Xaxa." She said to me. I nodded and She and I walked to her tower. We ascended to the top of the tower, and she went to her alchemy station for a minute, muttering to herself about some kind of poison, then she returned to where I sat.
"Faolan, do you truly know your lineage?" she asked, I nodded "My ancestor was the great Red Eagle, my mother was named Luakie. My father was a great warrior." I said."Do you know how old I am Faolan?" she asked in a raspy voice. I shook my head "No but I know you were older then my mother, is that correct?" I said. She nodded "I was alive when Faolan was alive. I knew him very well Faolan. I knew him well because I birthed him. He was my son, that makes me your ancient grandmother if you will." She said, I stared at her blankly. Esmeralda was an ancestor of mine. I didn't believe it.
"Are you jesting matron?" I asked in disbelief. "Why would I joke about this!" she shrieked in irritation, "No I am not joking." She said annoyed. "Is that why you call me Faolan so distantly, like you are missing something?" I asked her, and she nodded. "When I look at you I see much of him, I can sense his soul in your being. You are him, in every essence. You are the second coming of my son, The great Faolan, the Red Eagle, first and foremost among reach men. True lord of the reach Xaxa." She said proudly and I smiled at her. I was actually kind of crept out that the hagraven Esmeralda, who they brought me before at my birth was actually related to me.
"You eyes are black like that of Faolan's when he became a briarheart, you are a natural born briarheart, you have a massive reservoir of strength all you need to do is allow the floodgates to open. And you will be unbeatable." Esmeralda said with finality. "Now rest young Faolan, we must free the people of Karthwasten, they are mostly native reachmen and will most likely join our cause." Esmeralda said with a serious tone. "One more question, matron." I said to her and she perked up. "Yes?" "Well I always wondered why you call everyone meat, and morsel." I said "Why is that?" I asked. She looked at me with a look that said seriously.
"I call people meat because that is what they are, meat. I say morsel because meat is a morsel." She said annoyed. A grin broke out across my face, and I had the stupidest idea ever. "So matron, it is not that you have the desire to eat people?" I said jokingly, joking with Esmeralda, a hag! Had I gone completely mad!? She looked at me for a second blankly. Then she began shuffling over to her alchemy table, I didn't see what she was reaching for.
When she turned around she had a branch from a juniper tree, she moved toward me before I could react, grabbing hold of me. "Insolent child!" she shrieked before hitting me over the backside with the switch, like I was a child again, and like she was my mother. "How dare you try to embarrass me!" she shrieked and I screamed half laughing while she hit me top to bottom with the branch. A briarheart came running up into the room. But she waved him away.
"Esmeralda I'm sorry!" I yelled, while laughing. The briarheart didn't leave, he started laughing as well. "You are just like Faolan! Insolent! Just like my son! Insolence! And because of that I shall treat you like I did him!" she shrieked hitting me with the stick. Of course it hurt, but I couldn't stop laughing. "You think this is funny!?" she exclaimed outraged. "Yes!" I yelled laughing, and she hit me with the branch again. "This is funny huh?!" she yelled, then she hit me with the stick, somewhere I would have preferred not to be hit.
"Ouch! Okay, okay I'm sorry!" I yelled it submission. I heard the briarheart suck in a sharp breath. "That's gotta hurt." He said, trying to contain his mirth. I shot a glare at him while I was holding my crotch in pain. "Shut up." I snapped at him, and he laughed even harder. "Don't get mad at me because you decided it would be a good idea to piss off the matron." He said laughing.
"Now get out of my tower!" Esmeralda yelled, but I could hear the slightest trace of humor and amusement in her voice. I got up not worrying about my crotch any longer and bolted. I heard Esmeralda sigh. "What am I going to do with that one." She said, and the briarheart continued to laugh. "Aldritch, you get out as well before you get the same treatment!" I heard her shriek. And he turned and left as well not arguing. I went to my tent to rest I knew I would have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.
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The next morning….
Xaxa Faolan Red
The next morning had come faster than I thought it would I, but I was glad It came I dressed myself in my Armor of the old gods, and then I grabbed the golden torc I had been given at my coronation by Esmeralda and laid it across my neck. apparently the nords had been building an army in Karthwasten or nearby, and the guard there had been doubled. And they were treating the natives there horribly, well no longer, that would end today. We had marched to Karthspire, it was me and as many warriors as could be spared while still not leaving the Sundered hills unguarded. I had with me at least a hundred fifty men and women, we had arrived in Karthspire, they had ready around roughly two hundred men and women. We had at least thirty briarhearts and twenty shamans with us and we would be doing this without Madanach. He was still building his numbers in the north.
"Remember my brothers, that I stand before you not as just the incarnate, and second coming of red eagle, but as a fellow reachmen. First and foremost among you yes, but that does not change the fact that this land is our home, that we are one. Not just I but we shall be known as the untamed spirit of the reach, like red eagle, unbowed and unbroken!" I began to speak to them with rising vigor and ferocity, to steel their hearts. "If we shed one drop of blood on this land, then we live in the land we love forever. Here with our ancestors reaching far into the past, and with our children reaching far into the future. The spirits are with us, and the hags are with us. And our land cries out for blood! The BLOOD OF NORDS! The blood of the occupiers, of the oppressors!" I roared and my forces went into an uproar, chanting my name in the hills. I wanted the nords to know it was I who was coming for them.
"They sing songs that this is their home and it is their land. But they are wrong. We are the forsworn, we are those who must pillage our own lands, and burn them to the ground. We bury our sons and daughters on land we cannot yet claim, but that shall end today, today marks the beginning of a new era. This land is ours, and we will cut a bloody hole in it until we have our own kingdom again! We are the forsworn, and THE REACH WILL BE OURS AGAIN!" I roared, and my warriors responded in kind.
"Forward to Karthwasten, then to Markarth!" I yelled, and then it was like a wave of fury rushed forth toward Karthwasten, and the empires camp that was nearby. We rushed forth, and once we reached Karthwasten, the occupiers there went into a frenzy, the guards there were trying to ready a defense, but we had surrounded the town. There was but thirty guards there, and we outnumbered them.
I heard the sounds of mages armor being cast, I cast a mage armor spell of my own. Then I drew my sword Red Eagles fury, and my elder sword of the old gods, and charged directly at a town guardsmen. "Come! Come and face the forsworn!" I shouted as he readied his sword, but I was to quick. He swung his sword in an arc, but I ducked and rolled onto the ground swiftly moving passed him. I was behind him in seconds, I ran him through from behind with my swords, and then I took his head off his shoulders, spraying gouts of blood into the air.
"Death to the nords!" I roared, and a shaman used her staff to blast apart several guardsmen. "Rise up native Reachmen of Karthspire! Rise up against your oppressors for Red Eagle commands it. The time of our oppression is over, and the time to rise up and take what is rightfully ours is at hand!" I bellowed trying to rally the natives. Many of them complied, they picked up pitchforks, axes, and other items, some even had swords, and most of them began to engage in the battle with us. And so it began, our struggle for the Reach finally began, and I was happy and proud of my people, proud of who I was.
"Die you damned natives!" Bellowed a nord warrior in full steel plate who was fighting with the guardsmen. He had taken down several of our warriors by the time I noticed him, I knew our sheer numbers would overwhelm him, but I wanted to take him down myself. To show the nords that even the strongest among the nords would be no match for our wrath. He looked like a sell sword from the looks of him. He had a hulking greatsword in his hands. I would be the one to smite him. "Come on then! Face the forsworn, and the fury of RED EAGLE!" I bellowed charging him. Red eagle's fury was poised for the attack. He swung his greatsword in a massive arc, and I dove to the ground, and slid under his mighty swing.
I jumped up and slashed my forsworn sword at a chink in his armor, my sword hit the chink, it was in his leg. He roared in pain, and swung his sword again. More clumsily as I had injured his leg. I ducked again, then weaved once more as he brought the sword around again. That is when I saw my opportunity, I drove Red Eagles fury directly into the chink between his neck and shoulder plates. He gasped a ragged breath as he fell to one knee.
He still had his greatsword in his hand, and he tried to raise it weakly. I smiled cruelly at him, my golden torc gleaming in the morning sun. I kicked the sword from his hands, and tossed it aside. I decided I would make a game of this. I ripped his helmet from his head, so I could look upon his visage. He had golden blonde hair with four braids in the front and one going down to the back. He had two stripes of blue war paint going down his face. He had a small beard that was tied in a knot.
I motioned for him to reach for his sword. He was bleeding profusely, I had missed his throat by mere inches somehow. "Go on, grab it." I said to him cruelly. He crawled to his sword to my amusement. He reached it and grabbed it and tried to lift it, but I put a foot down on his wrist hard. I shook my head at him, I had removed my headdress, letting him see my all black eyes, and my cruel smile. I made a clicking noise with my teeth and my gums. "Fool did you really think I would allow you the chance to continue fighting?" I asked him cruelly.
"Fuck you, filthy animal." He said spitting on me. I shook my head in mock disappointment. "And here I was thinking you foolish nords were capable of being somewhat civil." I said mockingly. "Funny you would talk about being civil, Wildman." He choked out, not coughing up blood. "I'm the barbarian, yet here you are mighty nord, at my feet. At the tip of my blade." I said cruelly. "Anyway before you die, who sent you here." I asked now glaring at him. "The silver-bloods, who else. They own your land." He said trying to anger me. "You think by angering me, that I will make your death quicker by killing you." I said, more of a statement, than a question.
"Oh the wild animal has at least half a brain." He said still trying to mock me. I ignored that comment. I just took notice that the battle had ended and there were a few nord villagers being held as prisoners. "What is your name?" I asked him, smiling at the dying man. "My name is Jorvaar." He said through a fit of coughing blood. "Do you have any family? I'll at least send make sure there is something for them to bury." I told him, though I was lying. "I have a family in Markarth. My wife and two children her name is Drelka." He told me. "I lied to you, after you die I am going to raise your body, and send you to kill them or I will have your children sacrificed to the dread father, ,and your wife will be torn apart by angry hagravens, after she has been ravaged by a legion of briarhearts." I told him cruelly. He looked at me in horror, about to utter something, but I gave him no time to respond. I drove Red Eagles fury directly into his throat, and then moved it swiftly back and forth taking off his head.
I lifted it up and held it high for all to see, my warriors cheered my name in triumph. "Deliver this as a gift to the Esmeralda at the sundered hills!" I ordered one of the briarhearts who had come with us.
"What shall we do with the prisoners?" asked Vokar. "Take the women and have them sent to Karthspire, and each camp in the south. You can do with them as you please, and then send them to the city gates of Markarth." I said to him. "Do you think the nords get the message?" he asked. I motioned toward the woman and the dead. "They are the message Vokar." I said to him and he nodded. A few Nordic women who had taken up the cause to fight against us, were either put down, or the ones who were taken prisoner suffered a fate worse then death.
They were brutalized and tortured, I left the area, I did not want to bare witness to those acts, I told someone to send for me when it was finished. I waited what seemed like hours, and then someone came to find me, it was a young Shaman. Her name was Aeihe, she had a look of wonder on her face. Her eyes swept over me swiftly, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She was beautiful, she had soft brown hair, large brown eyes, small round nose, she had a nose ring made of gold. Her forsworn armor left little to the imagination, and it looked good on her, she had nice breasts, from what I could see, and she had curves in all the right places. This was going to end well I could tell.
"Are you going to listen to what I have to say, or are you going to continue looking at my breasts like some old Letcher?" she asked a hint of amusement in her tone. I snapped back to reality. "Yes are they done whatever they have been doing up there?" I asked and she nodded. "nasty bit of business it was, but they are done." She said disgusted. "Tell them I said have them saddled, and have the horses driven to the Markarth city gates." I said and she nodded. "Also come see me later on tonight." I said to her, and she nodded a smile on her face.
She turned and went back up the pathway to Karthwasten, I followed her lead. I reached the top of the hill, and I saw several women tied to horses, near death, as well as many other butchered enemies. Vokar and his men were cheering as they spurred the horses and sent them on the road to Markarth.
"Let the nords know the cost of facing the Forsworn!" he roared, and many warriors cheered at that, then they saw me and their cheers grew even louder.
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Back at the Sundered hills…..
Aeihe had followed us back to our camp, and she was sitting on my lap now, dead drunk and so was I. we were gathered by a fire, and the entire sundered hills was reveling in the night, we all knew this could very well be our last night on nirn.
"Take me somewhere quieter." Aeihe whispered in my ear, and I smirked and nodded. I lifted her up and rose to my feet and began to go down in the direction of the rebel's cairn. "Don't make too much noise!" I heard Esmeralda call to me her raspy ancient voice, and several forsworn laughed along with her. I had never seen that old hag in a more jubilant mood. She rarely came out of her tower to join in on our revelries, and antics. Before I left for the spot I wished to take her I grabbed some furs and skins to cover the rough ground.
Aeihe, and I finally reached the area near the rebel's cairn. It was an outcropping in the rocks by a juniper tree that would provide decent seclusion. I didn't intend to have sex in the tomb of my forefathers. I could even imagine my ancestors spirit, getting off to what was about to happen. A shiver went down my spine.
"What's wrong?" Aeihe asked me, I had forgotten I was carrying the young shaman in my arms. "Nothing, cariad." I told her, and she giggled at me calling her that. I finally set us down then laid down the furs, and skins, then she finally crawled on top of me from where she was sitting next to me. She straddled me and intentionally pressed into me. A smirk was on her face. I cupped the back of her head and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. She moaned into my throat, as she opened her mouth, and our tongues fought for dominance.
I eventually won and my tongue entered her mouth and she moaned even louder into my throat. A low, primal grow emanated from deep within my throat. I reached under the top of her armor, and squeezed her one breasts, they were soft and perky, from what I could tell. She wriggled on top of me, and I felt myself begin to harden. She moaned into my mouth, and she began to undulate on top of me. I broke the kiss, and began kissing her down her neck, and shoulders, while simultaneously groping her left and right breast.
Finally I took off the top half of her armor, and began kissing her trailing down to her navel and to her neck again. She moaned, and ran her hands through my long hair. "Xaxa….." she began and I shushed her with another kiss. Finally I felt my frustration built up enough, and I removed the lower half of her armor. She gasped as I began kissing her lower and lower.
"Xaxa wait…" she began, and I made a muffled groaning sound. "What." I gasped out. "Please…. Be gentle….. it's the…. first time….. I'd be… doing this." She gasped out through ragged breaths.
"Then we can take it slow." I told her, as I worked her hands to the lower half of my armor. She removed it with a little trouble and I had to help her. Then I took off the top half of my armor, and we continued, stark naked near my forefather's burial cairn. I silently asked for his blessing to be bestowed upon me.
"Aeihe… are you ready for this?" I asked her, and she looked at me blushing, and then she finally nodded. "I am." She said, and I lifted her up slightly and began to ease her down on top of my sex. She threw her head back and gasped, then began to whimper. I saw tears forming in her eyes.
"Just keep your eyes on me, just continue to look into my eyes." I told her trying to encourage her; I didn't wish to hurt her. I finally reached her maidenhead, slowly as I could, while being as gentle as I could.
"This next part is going to hurt. You know I heard that if you think Markarth's smelter district it will ease the pain." She looked at me quizzically. "Why only thing there is the stink of smelting silver and tainted…AAAAAAHHH!" she cried out before she could finish as I bucked wildly into her.
"You bastard, you distracted me by talking about thinking about Markarth to distract me." She snapped. "Sorry I thought it would be easier for you and I figured it'd be better for you if I got it over with quickly." I told her, and she nodded "At least it's over now." She said, and I continued to go to work. She undulated on top of me, moaning softly and throwing back her heads crying out my name.
I pulled her down to me to kiss me several more times, and she moaned my name into my throat and it boosted my sex drive. I said her name softly as well. I finally began to feel her tense up and she let out loud cries of pleasure. I finally felt my other self tell me it was just about over. We climaxed at the same time, and I saw a look of pure ecstasy flash across her features. The wind blew her hair and it made her look even more beautiful. Finally it ended as I thrust the remainder of my build into her. After we finished I slid out of her, and pulled her close. She continued kissing my chest.
"Faolan…" She cried and I shook my head. "That is a formality, call me Xaxa. You need not to be formal with me, we are one." I told her, and I felt as though I saw a face looking at me from above. It looked familiar to mine, but it had some differences. I felt as though I was looking into the eyes of my ancestor Faolan the first Red Eagle. He seemed to be nodding with a smile upon his face. Then his face disappeared within the stars above.
"Aeihe, you are mine now and I am your. Will you stay in the Sundered Hills?" I asked her and she nodded. "As long as you desire me to be here, I shall." She said, and I shook my head. "I only want you to stay if you want to stay." I told her, and she kissed me softly. "I do." She said.
At that moment I felt guilty, I forgot all about Kaie, and I frankly did not care. I didn't want to be forced to marry her, and now that it seemed that would most likely happen, I frankly didn't even want her. Call me a ass hole if you want, that is my choice, and I made it right there and then.
To be continued….
A/N: thank you that is the third chapter in the story Blood of the Reach. What will be in store for the alliance between the Northern and Southern Reach, nobody will know. Yes I made Xaxa ultimately cheat on Kaie, but so what, you forget he is forsworn and he is a man. And he has a mans needs like everyone else. Frankly I don't think he would take kindly to being told otherwise. Also Esmeralda the hagraven since they are technically related she will be taking on a more motherly role. Like disciplining him for one, I would say not always tree branches but a lightning bolt to his back side would be entertaining if you ask me. Good bye for now and once again yours truly The Last Dragonborn Warrior.