I never thought I would EVER do a Skyrim story. If I did, it would've been a Male OC x Female Dragonborn story since I barely see any of those unless if's a female OC x Female Dragonborn. But that's not what this story is, this is a Male Dragonborn x Female Alduin story.
This was inspired by several similar stories such as The Legend of Saviik, Kin or Killer? and You are Mine, Dovahkiin. Three great stories that are fun to read and they give you the urge to want to do one of your own, which happened to me.
This is my first Skyrim story, so please don't hate.
And the title for the story means the character, his name will be Rahgol, which is a word in the Dragon tongue for Rage, which will be explained in the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Skyrim belongs to Bethesda Studios.
A pair of eyes blinked open to reveal cold Icy-Blue eyes that held confusion at first, then coldness as they regarded the men in the carriage with them. The eyes belonged to a young man who was tall, had a lean but muscular build, slightly pale skin, long black hair that reached his shoulders. The man winced as he felt a throbbing in the back of his head and reached to rub it but noticed his hands were bound, making him grunt with annoyance.
"Hey, finally awake?" The man looked at the person across from him, who was a blonde haired man with a blonde beard, dressed in a blue soldiers outfit. The man knew what that outfit was and mentally groaned at the fact he had to be in a carriage with Stormcloaks. He took a glance at the one moving the carriage and he saw he wore an Imperial soldier uniform.
'Of course I had to be captured next to the Stormcloaks.' The man thought with a low growl before he responded to the blonde haired man with a cold tone. "Getting hit on the back of the head with the handle of a war axe can keep you down for a while." He said almost sarcastically.
The Stormcloak grunted in agreement. "You were at the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." he glanced to his left and the man followed his gaze to see a Nord, bound like them. The man then noticed the person next to him was Ulfric Stormcloak himself, gagged which was understandable considering what Ulfric did to the High King with his very voice.
"Damn you Stormcloaks." The thief spat as he glared at the soldier."Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell." the thief looked at the man who just looked bored, not a care in the world that he was obviously going to his death. "You there... You and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."
"Well we're here with them, get used to it." The man said coldly as he looked away and in the direction the carriage was going in, his eyes narrowing in thought. It may have been a while since he last looked at a map of Skyrim, but he was certain this was the direction to Helgen.
"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." The Stormcloak soldier said, glaring at the thief.
The Imperial soldier driving the car snapped at them. "Shut up back there!"
The thief then looked at Ulfric."And what's wrong with him, huh?"
"Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." The Stormcloak soldier said, his voice with a dangerous tone that warned the thief not to further speak with such a tone.
The black haired man across from the soldier just rolled his eyes. "Yes, because killing a man then fleeing like a coward is something worthy of being a King." He spat sarcastically, earninga glare from the soldier across from him.
The thief's panicked tone brought their attention to him."Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?"
"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits." The soldier said with a resigned sigh, as if accepting his fate. The man was almost impressed at the man's acceptance of his fate with death.
Almost.
"No, this can't be happening, this isn't happening!" The thief was looking frantically around, searching for ways to escape but there was an Imperial soldier on a horse behind them so if he escaped now he'd be either captured again or killed.
Shame, the black haired man really wanted to see if the thief could make it before his inevitable death.
The Stormcloak soldier spoke up once again. "Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?"
The horse thief shot him a confused glare. "Why do you care?"
"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home."
"Rorikstead, I'm… I'm from Rorikstead." The thief replied.
The soldier then looked at the black haired man. "And you?"
"I live in no village, never had since I was a small boy and those days were..." The man trailed off as dark, bitter memories he'd rather keep buried came to mind but he forced them away. "Doesn't matter, I go place to place."
"A man without a home, huh?" The soldier said, getting a uncaring shrug from the black haired man.
As they arrived at the town of Helgen, the gates opened and the carriages entered. The black haired man heard a soldier shout. "General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!"
The black haired man looked to see this General on a horse, speaking with a She-Elf in black robes. The General sighed with an almost irritated tone. "Good. Let's get this over with."
The horse thief started panicking once more."Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me."
"Will you shut it?" The black haired man snapped at the thief, annoyed with his prattling.
The Stormcloak soldier glared at Tullius. "Look at him." He spat. "And he's talking with the Thalmor. Fucking elves, I bet they had something to do with this." He then began to talk about the town. "This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe."
As the carriage took them near one of the towers, where the black haired man saw a priestess and executioner. The black haired man heard a child ask his father where they were going, but the father only told him to go inside. Suddenly the carriage began to stop on a certain point in town.
"Get those prisoners out of the carts!" An Imperial, a Captain judging from her armour, ordered the carriage drivers.
They all got off the carts and stood, the black haired man watching as an Imperial soldier called out the names. The horse thief was named Lokir, and the Stormcloak soldier was named Ralof. The man watched them go before looking forward with an uncaring look when Lokir suddenly tried escaping, only to get killed by an arrow to the back.
"Wait, you...step forward." The Imperial soldier ordered the black haired man who gave him a look but took one step forward. "Who are you?"
"My name is Rahgol." The black haired man, now named Rahgol, answered. "Rahgol Dinok Krosis."
"That's a stupid name." The Captain mocked Rahgol's name. "Tell us your real name!"
"That is my real name." Rahgol said calmly but his eyes still held the same coldness when regarding the people around him. "Perhaps you're just too stupid to understand."
"Please don't provoke the Captain, the results aren't pleasant for the soldiers under her command" requested the soldier with the list, who's name was Hadvar, grimacing before turning to her "Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list. All the other names have been matched to the other prisoners, meaning the name he gave is the only name we have for him."
"Forget the list, he goes to the block. Perhaps that'll teach him to watch what he says."
"By your orders Captain; I'm sorry, we'll make sure your remains are returned to your family."
"No need, not like they'll care anyway." Rahgol said bitterly as he walked next to Hadvar as they headed for the block. "They died a long time ago. As for my remains, just burn them until nothing's left."
"As you wish, I suppose…" said Hadvar as they arrived at a gathering at the executioners block. A Stormcloak had just been executed and Rahgol's name was the next one called as a roar echoed through the mountains.
Rahgol raised his eyebrows at the roar but walked forward, stopping to spit in the face of the Captain that mocked his name, then got to his knees. His facial expression still remained cold and uncaring of the fact he was going to have his head chopped off. His eyes caught something appearing from behind a mountain, his eyes widened as a large black dragon flew and landed on the tower.
"DRAGON!" A woman shouted.
The dragon looked around before it's red eyes locked with Rahgol's and they stared at one another, the dragon tilting it's head in curiosity before it snarled and let out a shout that caused the sky to turn orange and black as giant, flaming meteorites to fell to the ground. This caused mass panic and allowed the Stormcloaks to escape into a nearby tower.
Rahgol saw the executioner's axe next to him and quickly cut his bindings on them before he stood to his feet. "over here!" He heard Ralof shout and looked to see him at the tower, waving him over. Rahgol gave a glance at the dragon, who was causing destruction in it's wake, and ran into the tower with Ralof shutting the door as soon as he was in.
Ralof looked at Ulfric. "Jarl Ulfric what was that? Could the legends be true?" Ralof asked.
"Legends don't burn down villages…" replied Ulfic, his voice strong and somewhat noble sounding.
"Well this one is and it is clearly NOT a legend." Rahgol interjected in an irate manner, getting a glare from Ulfric before the tower shook after a tremor happened.
"We need to move. NOW!" Ulfric barked, ordering all those who could run to leave the tower, Rahgol and Ralof decided to head further up the tower.
"LOOK OUT!" Rahgol shouted as part of the tower wall was blasted apart with a torrent of fire shooting in after it and the black Dragon was there, looking around before it's eyes landed on Rahgol, who was already annoyed. "That how you say hello, ugly? I feel sorry for any female you try to get with."
His insult just angered the Dragon further as it dove it's head in, it's teeth sinking into Rahgol's shoulder and threw him out the tower and across the courtyard, the young man landed harshly and grunted at the pain.
"That hurt." Rahgol grunted in pain.
"Hi krilon faazrot zey, hi duziir mal vorenaak?! Zu'u fund ag hi nu, nuz hi los ni bahlaan wah fraan dii ag hin slen! Ahrk fah umaak, Zu'u los punah!" The Dragon roared before it-SHE-went back to destroying Helgen.
"Okay, never piss off a female, especially a dragon." Rahgol muttered to himself. He took another glance at the Dragon and saw that it was indeed a female. he hadn't noticed due to running for his life, but now he saw how sleek, lean, and...voluptuous her body was. He shook his head at that thought, beautiful as she was, he wanted to live.
Rahgol held his ribs, grunting in pain. He took cover inside a building and rubbed his ribs, hissing in pain before he saw a bottle of mead and grabbed it then bolted out the burning building to see the Imperial soldier, Hadvar, talking to a small child when the Dragon landed close to him.
"Oh dammit!" Rahgol said to himself before he ran and grabbed the boy, taking him behind cover as the Dragon unleashed her fire.
"Still alive prisoner? Keep close to me if you want to stay that way." said Hadvar before he turned to the old man who was holding the boy. "Gunnar, take care of the boy. I have to find General Tullius and join the defense!"
Gods guide you, Hadvar!" Gunnar said as Hadvar and Rahgol ran through the ruined town, avoiding the Dragon whenever she came close. Her attention wasn't directly on them luckily, all she seemed to care about was killing anything that moved, not a direct target. After a dispute with Hadvar and Ralof, Rahgol followed Hadvar into the Keep, entering what appeared to be a barracks through a side door in the Keep. Rahgol took this opportunity to take a swig of the mead he'd obtained before looking at his shoulder, which was bleeding quite heavily from the bite.
"Looks like we're the only ones who made it" observed Hadvar, heading over to the door after about ten minutes of waiting and locked it "Was that really a Dragon, the bringers of the End Times?"
"Seems so." Rahgol grunted as he checked his shoulder before looking at Hadvar. "We should get out of here before this whole place comes crumbling down thanks to that Dragon."
"You're right." Hadvar nodded before gesturing to where a couple of chests were "Take a look around, there should be some armour and a sword around for you to use. What about your ribs and shoulder?"
"I'll live," Rahgol waved him off. After tearing his shirt apart and using the remains as makeshift bandages for the wound on his shoulder, Rahgol looked around the room and found a set of Imperial Light Armour in the chests alongside a couple of Iron Swords on the sword rack before some bottles on one of the tables caught his eye. He strode over, picked one up but the lack of liquid sloshing inside the bottle told him they were empty.
"Why is the rum always gone?" He muttered, placing the bottle down as Hadvar came back with bandages over his burns. "Ready?"
"Yes. We should move." Hadvar nodded and they left the room they were in, heading deeper into the keep. They approached a gate and Hadvar pulled the chain to unlock it, they were heading to the next door when they heard voices "Stormcloaks, maybe we can reason with them…"
"I wouldn't bet on it." Rahgol muttered as they entered, which resulted in the Stormcloaks pulling their weapons out. Rahgol just unsheathed his sword and started fighting the Stormcloak soldiers, cutting one down as Hadvar killed the other. "They have useless armour. A sowrd or arrow can easily go through it."
"The Stormcloaks specialise in hit-and-run tactics, so their armour is designed to allow for easier and faster movement in addition to protection against light arrow fire. However, this makes it virtually useless in a prolonged fight against an opponent with proper weaponry, such as the average Legionnaire" Hadvar explained.
Rahgol grunted before they headed deeper into the keep, killing any Stormcloaks along the way when they tried attacking first. They entered a torture chamber where Rahgol tried his hand at Lockpicking the cages, opening one that had a few gold spilled out so he took them. The person in the cage could no longer use it, he could though. They went through a passageway, killing some Stormcloaks again, one of which had a bow and a few arrows which Rahgol decided to take. They continued on, walking over a bridge. There was a roar then rocks fell onto the bridge, breaking it and making no way back.
"No going back now." Rahgol said as they entered the caves, following a small river stream. Rahgol saw a few webs and groaned when they entered a spider cave. "Spiders. I fucking hate spiders!"
Hadvar and Rahgol killed the spiders, including the very big ones that would give some men nightmares but Rahgol had seen things that would scare a spider of that size. They entered another cave, this one had an exit as Rahgol could feel the wind hitting his face even from where he stood.
"Look!" Hadvar whispered, stopping them then pointed up ahead where a mother bear was sleeping peacefully. "I'd rather not tangle with her now, we'd better just sneak by."
"Aw, that's cute" whispered Rahgol to Hadvar as they saw two cubs sleeping near the mother as they sneaked by, the mother opened an eye to watch them as they went. They didn't want to deal with a protective mother, but seeing as they weren't displaying any hostile intentions towards her cubs, the mother bear wasn't attacking right away.
"Get down!" Hadvar shouted as they ducked just as the black Dragon flew overhead with a roar, flying until she disappeared behind a mountain."I'm honestly still in shock from Helgen, did that actually happen?"
"Yeah, it did." Rahgol said as he looked in the direction the black Dragon flew off in, brows furrowed in thought. His wounds flared up in pain but nothing a little magic couldn't heal.
"Why did it decide to attack Helgen? Why now? Dragons are meant to be extinct." Hadvar said as he too looked in the direction the dragon flew off in.
"Not anymore." Rahgol muttered before they started walking down the road. "I don't think that Dragon's in a talking mood to discuss her intentsions."
Hadvar looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Her?"
"The body was slender, lean, what a female creature would look like, plus when speaking her voice was that of a feminine." Rahgol explained, getting a nod from Hadvar. "Where's the nearest village?"
"Riverwood, not that far from here actually." Hadvar said. "Just follow me and Ill take you there. My uncle lives there as the local blacksmith, you can stay there for the night and recover, see if you can forge yourself some weapons and armour before settling out to wherever you were going."
"I go where the wind takes me." Rahgol shrugged as they turned and saw three stones ahead of them. "Guardian stones?"
"Aye, three of the thirteen it seems." Hadvar said as he walked up to them and checked them. "Thief, Mage, and Warrior."
Rahgol hummed before they continued on, though Hadvar had a question. "What did you mean when you said you family died a long time ago?"
Rahgol looked at him, his eyes that were once as cold as ice, had softened a little and held slight warmth to them. He sighed. "that's a long story. My... family has been dead since I was a small boy." He said, spitting out the word 'family' like it was a bad taste in his mouth. Hadvar noticed this but didn't push. Clearly Rahgol had bad blood with his family before their deaths.
"Your fighting back there was amazing." Hadvar commented. "Ever considered joining the Imperial Legion?"
"I have no interest in the Civil War or joining sides." Rahgol said almost coldly. "I don't really care for the Stormcloaks' desire to 'free' Skyrim from the Empire, nor do I care for an Empire that tries to appease the Thalmor more than rebuild from the war. No offence."
"None taken. I see your point, but do reconsider. I think you'd make a great soldier." Hadvar said, getting a hum from Rahgol, Hadvar then pointed to the large mountain where Rahgol saw a ruin. "You see that old ruin over there? That's Bleak Falls Barrow, I remember that the place used to give me nightmares when I was younger… Draugr coming down from the mountain to creep in through my window, things like that."
"I lived in a mountain once." Rahgol said with a slight shrug. "Not exactly a ruin filled with Draugr but it was still a mountain."
By the time they arrived, the sun was already setting. Riverwood was small, but it had a relaxing feel to it. Raghol saw a saw mill by the river, and some houses. When he looked to his right he heard an old woman scream at her son that she saw a dragon, to which her son didn't believe her. He saw Hadvar walking towards a house with a small forge next to it.
"Hadvar, is that you? What're you doing here and not in Helgen? And who is this?" the blacksmith asked, bewildered at his nephew's sudden appearance with a complete stranger.
"Uncle Alvor, it's good to see you. However I can't really explain here, it's too long of a story and I can hardly believe it myself, do you have somewhere we can talk privately?" replied Hadvar, which caused Alvor to pack his things away and invite the two into his house, there Havar proceeded to explain what had happened in Helgen "… In fact, if it weren't for Rahgol here, I wouldn't have been able to get to Riverwood to tell you what happened. He saved my life several times."
"You'd have done just fine without me." put in Rahgol, unwilling to allow Hadvar to undermine his own achievements.
"That may be, but we're thankful to you for bringing Hadvar home, but I'd like to ask you to do something else for us" said Alvor, looking at Rahgol approvingly but slightly pleadingly "The Jarl needs to know what happened at Helgen, especially if that Dragon comes back, Riverwood is defenceless. Could you go to Whiterun and inform the Jarl and try to get him to send some soldiers to protect the town?"
Rahgol almost sighed in irritation. Usually he'd never do anything for other people, but he might as well pay Hadvar the favour back. The guy saved his life, so he might as well.
"Very well, but may I use your forge first? i don't exactly want to wear this armour all the time." Rahgol said. Alvor shook his head.
"I have a ready-made set of Steel Plate Armour which I'll give you free of charge if you do this for me" he said, getting an interested look from Rahgol though he wondered what the catch was "The only issue is that it won't be my best work as I've not had time to adjust it to make it a better fit."
"Not a problem." Rahgol shook his head. "I'll set out for Whiterun right away to inform the Jarl of Riverwood."
After getting the armour on, Rahgol set out for Whiterun, though he stopped off at the local shop called the Riverwood Trader where a break in had happened and the bandits had made off with a Golden Dragon Claw. Rahgol offered to get the claw but at a price which the owner of the place agreed to. Rahgol left, even though he got flirty comments from the man's sister.
Rahgol began his journey to Whiterun, passing the trees and came to a large clearing that gave a view of surronding farms and the city of Whiterun which he began making his way towards but paused upon seeing a group of warriors fighting a Giant. Rahgol walked over and crossed his arms, watching as they took the Giant down before a beautiful red haired woman dressed in Ancient Nord armour walked up to him.
"Well that's taken care of, no thanks to you." She said. Rahgol noticed she had face paint across her face that resembled claw marks.
"I don't get involved in fights that aren't mine." Rahgol said.
"That may be, but a true Nord would've gotten involved for the promise of glory alone."
"Well, I ain't like most Nords." Rahgol scoffed. "And only a fool would desire a fight with a Giant just for glory. Who are you people anyway?"
The woman raised an eyebrow. "You've never heard of the Companions?"
Rahgol frowned as he raked his brain for the answer before it came to him. "That's the elite group of warriors that does mercenary work, right?"
"Yes. You could join if you wished." The woman said. "My name is Aela, Aela the Huntress."
Rahgol nodded to her in greeting before he said. "i'll think about joining. I have to meet with the Jarl of Whiterun."
"Well, if you ever decide to, we stay at Jorrvaskr." Aela said, pointing to where it was. Rahgol nodded and followed the Companions to the city, giving a brief glance to Aela's backside since her armour did reveal her legs. He smirked a little.
There was a bit of trouble with the guards at the gate, but Aela vouched for him and they were allowed in. Rahgol split off from them to look for the hold where the Jarl was, asking for directions and was pointed to the large part of the city, the big building known as Dragonsreach. Rahgol made his way there, passing by people, ad noticing some priest sprouting stuff about Talos.
Walking up the steps, Rahgol approached the doors of Dragonsreach and entered. Upon entering it, Rahgol attempted to deliver his warning but was held up by the Jarl's housecarl, a Dark Elf named Irileth, who only let him pass when he explained that he was here with information on Helgen and a request for aid from Riverwood.
"Irileth, who is this?" asked a fair haired Nord sat on the throne, he wore fine clothing so Rahgol assumed he was the Jarl of the Hold.
"A survivor from Helgen milord, he claims to know what happened." replied Irileth.
"Well, don't keep me waiting, spit it out."
"It's a long story, so to shorten it I'll just say that a Dragon attacked and destroyed Helgen" replied Rahgol, a bit annoyed at the Jarl's attitude but keeping his tongue in check as Riverwood needed aid.
"A Dragon, are you sure?" Balgruuf asked with worry.
"Positive." Rahgol said gruffly with his arms crossed. 'Considering I grew up and was practically raised by one, I'd know a Dragon easily.'
The reveal of a Dragon resulted in an argument between the Jarl, his advisor and Irileth, ending up with the Jarl deciding to send troops to Riverwood to reinforce it in the event of a Dragon attack. After sending Irileth to inform the troops and his advisor to do his job, the Jarl turned to Rahgol.
"I am thankful for what you have done for me and my Hold, most people would've just followed their own agenda but you sought me out to inform me of this threat to Whiterun, you've done me a great service and I won't forget it." Balgruuf said with a tone of gratefulness.
Rahgol grunted. "It's nothing."
After this, Rahgol left and used the coins he had on him to rent out a room at The Bannered Mare. Though before he left, the Jarl told him he wanted to see him in the morning as he had a task for him. Rahgol almost sighed at having to do more things for humans. He laid down on the bed, thinking over the day he's had.
'A Dragon shows up and attacks Helgen is nothing good. She looked familiar though, but the only Dragons I was told of are either dead or in hiding.'
He closed his eyes, deciding to just doze off...
And that's the first chapter of this story everyone. I hope you alll liked it, and how it began. Of course, the Dragonborn isn't your typical hero, nor is he starting off like most authors have their Dragonborn start off. This one was raised by a dragon from most of his childhood to adulthood, it's how he knows the Dragon tongue a bit.
Speaking off...
Translations:
Hi krilon faazrot zey, hi duziir mal vorenaak? ! Zu'u fund ag hi nu, nuz hi los ni bahlaan wah fraan dii ag hin slen! Ahrk fah umaak, Zu'u los punah!: You dare insult me, you insolent little parasite?! I would burn you now, but you are not worthy to feel my fire burning your flesh! And for the record, I am female!
Rahgol Dinok Krosis: Rage Death Sorrow.
Now, the Dragonborn in this is more of a...Anti-Hero so to speak, he isn't one to do things for anyone like a good little boy. He does have his issues, especially with humanity due to his childhood. I think you can tell what kind of childhood he had with a human family.
If you haven't, well wait for the rest to be revealed as time goes on.
This is my FIRST Skyrim story, so please don't be too harsh in the reviews.