The Dragonborn of the Bay

by Phoenix Warehouse Productions

We all see different powers for Taylor. My idea was what if her trigger sent her to Tamriel and made her the Dragonborn? This is going to be short chapters with her going through the main and guild quests before going back home to clean up the Bay.

1. Prologue

AN I do not own Skyrim or Worm. If I did this would have already happened as an anime or comic. On that note everyone will be OC, this fic will be updated sporadically as I am writing this on my phone.

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The boat rocks in the storm as we make our way from Solitude.

"I've never seen a storm this strong in all my years on the seas," the captain shouts out to me.

"It's only going to get worse the closer to the rift, Captain." I shout back. "And that rift is my only way home!"

Home…..a word with more meaning than you ever realize. Home is where my dad is. Home is where my mom died. Home is where I was betrayed by my sister for a reason I was never told.

Home is where my vengeance waits.

Home is where those three bitches are waiting to find out how badly they fucked up.

How did they fuck up you ask?

They made me into who I am today.

Who am I you might ask?

I am Dovakin.

I am the Dawngaurd.

I am the Harbinger of the Companions.

I am the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood.

I am the Master Thief of the Thieves Guild.

I am the Archmage of the College of Winterhold.

I am the bane of Daedra and Dragur alike.

I am the Alpha Bitch of Skyrim.

I am the Storm Walker.

A member of the Legion.

A mother.

A sister.

A daughter.

A girl who was broken.

A woman who was forged in war.

A woman who seeks peace after the long battle.

My name is Taylor Hebert and I am coming home to my dad.

Home to Brockton Bay.

And home to kill those three bitches.

…wait, what were their names again?

…..FUCK!