An Angel in Skyrim

Chapter 1: Where are my Wings?

Sir Solomon Ariel, Son of Ariel, Knight of the Heavens Undivided, Hero of both the cities of Baldur's Gate and Elturiel. A man who needed little to motivate him to get into the fight for what was right, awoke this day like many others: in his bed beside his wife, Ravania or Raven for short and his son, Solomon Gabriel in his crib. Living now in the city of Elturiel as one of the people in charge of it's rebuilding, after it was dragged into Avernus, the first layer of Hell by Zariel, the archduke of Avernus and Solomon's aunt. Solomon had a hard time trying to get out of bed without disturbing his wife due to his wings for he was not a human but an aasimar, a scion son of the heavens. He had two normal human parents though and he had his father in the heavens, hence his name of Son of Ariel his father being the Solar, the highest rank of angel, of water, Ariel. As such, his wings were normally slept on, much to his pain.

Solomon grabbed some clothes from his drawers, got changed and looked into the mirror and took a long look at himself: fine well toned muscles sculpted his body, his skin was an alabaster white his face was so fair that it could be described as womanly, long straight hair the colour of silver-gold. Upon his back were his wings, six feet each, give or take an inch or two, pale in its colour.

"Auh, Dearest, Up so early again it wouldn't kill you to take a morning off would you." Solomon turned to see Raven groggily get up, her breasts were exposed to him, and it did make his heart speed, if but a bit. Ever since they where children, Raven always looked so breathtaking, her namesake hair like ebony thread, her skin while not as unnaturally pale as his own was still like fresh snow on the mountain side. Due to his nature as an aasimar, most faiths of goodly gods saw him as a good omen to be around, as such he was drilled in many thing: combat, religion, courtly edicate, sermon giving but he never had the time to make friends his own age except for Raven, she was always there.

"I am sorry beloved but I did try and be as quite as could be." He said as he walked towards her, giving her a small kiss on her cheek as she got out of bed, now wearing but a thin nightdress to cover herself. She went over to see Gabriel, still sound asleep, he looked so much like his father, except his his eyes where a cool blue and his nose was all her, small and round like a button.

"I assume you're to be off with Thrakk and Barty for something today." Raven still asking questions of him while she picked up her son. He cooed gently before laughing as he was picked up by his mother.

"Is my favourite little boy up? Ah yes he is." As Solomon turned to see his baby boy. He looked back up to Raven "And to answer your question dear yes. I'll be meeting them after my morning training is over but it shouldn't take too long so a should be home by midday..." he turned down to Gabriel "So that way, I can be with my baby boy for the rest of the day." He said as he gave Gabriel a tickle on the foot.

Solomon went downstairs to where he kept his armour and shield for his sword, Dark Angel, never left his side. Solomon's home was also the impromptu Inside were weapon rakes and armour stands lined up in perfect order: halberds, glaives, and spears were tilted against the walls, great-swords mounted on mantles for ease of placement, shields and suits of chain and scale mail lined the halls. Everything a city guard could ever want or need was here, a good thing too that it wasn't too damaged most of the city did not share it fate when it was dragged down to Hell. Only one out of five people lived to see the city being restored and most of those where members of the Hellriders, the city's personal paladin knights and city guards, who where sent out by the former High Speaker, Thavius Kreeg, who had sold out the city for power, his death was a welcome one for the people who where trapped in the city during that time.

Solomon came up to a locker, and opened it up, inside was his armour, A glistening golden suit of plate-mail that ended in a steel clad robe that suited his natural elegance. Atop it was a lion faced helm. It took some time to don the suit, the wings made it difficult and the best of time with someone to help him. With the armour on, he looked more the man most associated with the name of Sir Solomon Ariel, Son of Ariel.

Out in the courtyard, practice dummies lined around awaiting the blows that Solomon would be giving them. He gripped Dark Angel tightly, almost too much so. He let lose his wings and soar up and then dove in to attack, Dark Angel in one hand, his shield in the other. Decked as he was in the plate-mail, one would think that flying in such armour would make it impossible to fly but this armour was crafted with flying races in mind. Swooping down, he cleaved downwards, striking the dummy so hard it cracked in leaving a gash across the body. Landing with a roll, he struck the next dummy low, around the stomach area, back and fourth, he went, striking the targets with skill and strength. After some time had passed, and all the dummies were either broken or completely destroyed, he went he for some breakfast. Raven was sitting down and their dinning room table, sipping over a cup of coffee while looking at Gabriel sitting in his high chair.

"Ah, nice to see you finally join your family, Solomon. And your still wearing your armour I see." Raven said while going for another sip of coffee. Gabriel looked to see his father and became all smiles again at seeing him. Gabriel always got that way when he saw his father in his armour, neither one of his parents could tell why however. Solomon looked to his son, then his wife, and gave each a kiss on the forehead.

"I've wore this suit so much it's like a second skin dear, besides weren't you the one who said they found the armour to be..." he paused, looked at Gabriel and then whispered into her ear "...sexy." She gave a small laugh at the memory of that time. Solomon then grabbed some dried fruits and some buttered bread and was off again.

"Leaving so soon beloved, you've only just gotten back in." Raven said, her lips were not pouting as she did so. Solomon looked back to her, she had been pouting her lips like that since they were children in order to guilt him into doing what she wanted, it had landed both of them in trouble more than once.

"That trick might have worked on me when we were children but not now dearest, and yes, Barty and Thrakk are waiting for over at the chapel area, they needed as soon as possible to sanctify the area again. He turned to the front door, turning sideways to exit, his wings had brushed against walls if he didn't causing him to have the wind knocked out of him. Outside, Solomon was free to fly as he wished, he liked flying, free of the trouble of the rubble below, he felt a bit guilty for this as his gifts gave him quite the edge on everyone else who couldn't fly. As he was flying the sky began to glow, much like before.

"What in the heaven's name...?" the thought soon was gone as the lights became a portal in front of Solomon, dragging him towards it with some sort of magical force. He tired to fly away, using all of his strength to get out of the portal, thinking it was a portal back to Avernus.

"I've have my fill of that place, no more." He yelled out but to no avail, his wings gave out and he fell inwards, spiralling the centre. As he fell he could feel his back itching, burning really growing stronger as he descended into this world, whatever it was on the other side. On the other side was snow, and plenty of it as Solomon landed face first in it. His lion-helm keeping his face protected from the cold. He looked up, glad that this wasn't Avernus but confused as to where he was then.

"Well, it's not Hell so that's a good thing but if not Hell, then where am I?" Looking around he could not much aside from the snow, occasional tree and ice patch on the ground. Picking himself up, he gathered his shield off the ground, dusted the snow off himself and went on his way. He was walking for awhile when he could here the familiar sounds of combat reached his ears. He ran forward, his wings not working, he couldn't feel them perhaps he had been in the snow for longer than her though or that they became numb from overuse.

"Get him, do that and we end this stupid war once and for all." Solomon could hear being yelled out, he quickened his pace along to see soldiers in red and blue armours, the red armoured warriors where using the same equipment while the blue one used an assortment gear. He could see one man atop a horse, giving orders, a general while another, presumably the leader of the blue warriors, getting tackled to the ground, his mouth being gagged. Showing such disrespect to an enemy was something that nicked at Solomon's heart. He was about to jump into the fray when everything went black and he felt the ground again.

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General Tullius looked over the unconscious body of the warrior in golden armour, and questioned how someone this well armed could have been knocked out so easily.

"Must have been either quite wealthy and poorly trained or quite unlucky." An Imperial solider said as he too loomed over the body.

"Luck had nothing to do with it Hadvar, he choose his fate when he joined up with Ulfric's lot, now strip of his gear and load him up with the rest of the prisoners." The general told the solider. He responded with a "Yes Sir" and got to his task. Tullius looked to the longsword at the man's side and took it up but tr as he could, he could not remove the blade from the sword.

"What goods a sword that you can't use properly." he said before chucking it along side the unknown man's armour, now stripped of his body, leaving the man in nothing but his under-clothes.

"Let's get this lot to Helgan already."

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Solomon awoke, his head, now devoid of his lion-helm, acted from the blow he'd received. His vision was blurred for a bit until a blonde haired man looked him dead in the eyes.

"Hey you, finally awaken, you were trying to cross the border right? walked right into that imperial ambush same as us and that thief over there." The voice was barely getting through to Solomon's mind, still dizzy from his wound.

"Damm you Stormcloaks, Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy, if they hadn't been looking for you, I'd been half way to Hammerfell by now." The thief said, obviously angry at his situation. He looked towards Solomon "You there, you and me. We shouldn't even be here. Its these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

"We're all brothers and sister in binds now, thief." The blonde man said, after which the man driving the wagon told them all to shut back there.

"What's wrong with him?" the thief asked the man sitting next to Solomon, gagged as he was. Solomon had now gotten fulling awoken buy this argument.

"Auh what happened to me, my head." Solomon looked down to see he was without his armour, his shield, and most importantly, Dark Angel. "Hey where am I? What's going on and where is my arms and armour?" The blonde looked back to the thief.

"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." he said jestering towards the gagged man. Solomon could make heads or tales, Ulfric? High King? Was he somewhere up North, like Icewind Dale. Surely this was a huge misunderstanding and he would be set loose soon.

"Hey, you're up right and proper now." the blonde man said. Solomon got a better look at him, he had blue eyes and a blonde beard of average length. "And to answer your question, your in the back of an Imperial Prison Transport and are more than likely about to be executed.

Executed! Him! For what crime? He had done nothing wrong except be lax enough to let someone get a good strike to his head while he was distracted and exhausted. No matter, he could simply fly away. They may have bound his hands but not his wings, which he could still not feel for some reason.

"Hey Friend, do you mind doing me a favour?" he asked the blonde man, who looked right at him again.

"I'm not sure that asking for a favour right before ones death is a smart thing but i guess it couldn't hurt."

"Good, can you smack my wings up a bit? I can't feel them and I would really appreciate it if you did." The blonde man looked at him as if he had been hitting the bars too much, as did the gagged man Ulfric and the thief.

"Uh they must have hit you harder than I though if you think you have wings on your back, friend." They seemed to think that he didn't have his wings and they obviously didn't cut them off, he would be in pain otherwise.

"What are saying? That I don't have a pair of giant, six foot each wings of pure white colour on my back" his words almost sounded like there should be.

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying now keep quiet we're here." The blonde man said as he looked towards the gateway. He had no wings! He had lost his wings, as if things couldn't get any worse for him now he had part of his body removed, without him even knowing about it.

"General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting." the driver yelled out towards the man from before.

"Good, let's get this over with." The man said as he, on horse-back, approached a golden skin woman in black ornate robes. The blonde man scoffed at the site of him.

"Look at him, General Tullius is the military governor and it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damm elves, I bet they had something to do with this." Now even more confused, Solomon continued to look around. Thalmor? Now they weren't even speaking Common and elves, what did they have to do with this.

"Shor, Mara, Debella, Kynareth, Akatosh! Divines, please help me." the thief sounded like her was praying but Solomon did not recognize the gods' names. The wagon kept moving along, the blonde man said that this place was Helgan and that he had been sweet on a girl from as a boy.

"It's funny, when I was a boy, imperial walls made me feel safe." as he said that the wagon stopped.

"Why are we stopping?" The thief asked to which the blonde man said that it was obviously the end of the road and that they shouldn't keep the gods waiting for them.

"No, we're not rebels." The thief still pleading for his life to be spared for the headsman's axe.

"Face your death with some courage, thief." The blonde man said, obviously sick of hearing the thief complain about his situation, at least he was, Solomon was still too focused on the fact that he had lost his wings. So much so that the guards had to drag him off the wagon.

"Step towards the block when we call your name, one at a time." A woman in red and steely armour, beside her a man writing down something, more than likely he was checking off names from the list of people they had.

"Empire loves their damm lists.' The blonde man said as he got next to Solomon.

"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." The writing man asked and the gagged man moved towards the block.

"It has been an honour, Jarl Ulfric." The blonde man said as Ulfric passed him by.

"Ralof of Riverwood." The blonde man moved to the block.

"Lokir of Rorikstead." the thief moved forward.

"No. I'm not a rebel, you can't do this to me." Lokir then made a break for it, sprinting as fast his legs could take him, before being cut down with arrows on the armoured woman's orders.

"Anyone else feel like running." Solomon could feel that he was next to be called.

"Wait! Your the person that we knocked out after the battle, who are you anyways?" Hadvar asked of Solomon. Finally, someone who he could reason with.

"I am Sir Solomon Ariel, Son of Ariel, Paladin of the Heavens Undivided and Hero of Baldur's Gate and I demand to know just what is going on here. Who are you people? Where am I? Why am I both unarmed and unarmoured? Where is my arms and armour? And why do you want me dead so badly?" the soldiers looked at each other with puzzled faces.

"Well, I really did give quite the wound if you don't know where you are friend. This is Helgan and your in Skyrim, oh and I'm Hadvar." The solider from before said to Solomon.

"Okay, now we are getting somewhere, second question really quick. Whats a Skyrim?" The puzzled look of the soldiers had now spread to everyone else within earshot of Solomon. Ralof, the blonde man turned to Solomon.

"You're kidding right? Skyrim? The homeland of the Nords? The northern most province of Tamriel?" Solomon, still confused by everything just kept looking on as if someone had just told him a particularly hard riddle.

"Okay, What's a Tamriel?" At this point everyone, General Tullius included were starring at him. The people in town were beginning to question if this person was pulling them on or was genuinely being serious about this.

"Tamriel, the central continent of Nirn, you know, the whole dame world, son." The captain asked of Solomon, no longer finding him funny.

"WHAT'S A NIRN?" Solomon too had lost any humour in this endeavour. By now, it was becoming very clear that Solomon wasn't joking and become increasingly cross at his situation. The general put two fingertips between his nose brow, closed his eyes and gave a small sigh now walking towards them both.

"Captain, if truth be told, we did find this one just watching the ambush, and in all the excitement, I may have been a bit too eager to put down this rebellion. Let this one go." For the first time since he'd woken up, Solomon felt relived someone here actually believed him.

As if out of nowhere, a loud roar echoed through out the town. "What was that?" Someone asked. Whatever it was, it sounded big and dangerous, all the more reason to have Solomon retrieve his gear, leave this place and find a way back home.

"It's nothing, carry on." General Tullius said, the captain giving a response of affirmation while giving Solomon a finger wag to go near him.

"Oh thank every god in the heavens, General. You will not regret this." Solomon said, being very thankful

"I'd better not son, I'm risking a hell of a lot, now follow me as we deal with this lot." Solomon did as the general asked. "Now, Ulfric Stormcloak, some here in Helgan call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use the power of The Voice to murder his king and usurp his throne." Ulfric gave a muffed rebuttal, for all the good it did him. "You started this war, plunged Skyrim into chaos and now the Empire is going to put you down." Again, the roar echoed out of the roar.

"Give them their last rights." The asked of a robbed woman, obviously a priest of some kind.

"As we commend your souls to Aetherius, Blessing of the Eight Divines be upon..." was all the priest could get through before being interrupted by a Stormcloak soldier begging for the love of Talos to shut up and have this be over with. The priest agreed and moved aside for the solider.

"Come on, I ain't got all morning." The rude Stormcloak said as he looked at the headsman's axe loom over his head. "My ancestors are smiling at me, imperials. Can you say the same?" but before the executioner could do his job, the roar from before echoed through out the land again before a baleful image came into view and somehow, someway, Solomon knew just what it was.

"What in Oblivion is that?" General Tullius asked, yelling so loud Solomon could here his ears begin to ring again.

"Sentries, what do you see?" the captain asked. People began to scream about it being in the clouds, having it land.

"DRAGON!" was what both Solomon and someone among the towns folk yelled out as the dragon let lose a thunderous shout had then the sky turned to fire and flames as burning stones fell from it. It was made clear that no one was being executed today at least not here.

"Guards, get the townspeople to safety." General Tullius said and Solomon dove down to avoid being crushed by the falling stones. He and General Tullius were of the same mind on that.

"Cut me lose, right now and hand me over my gear, I can help." he said, a bit in a panic but then again who wouldn't be, its a gods-damm dragon attack, anyone would be worried.

"I would love to son, but your gear is in the wagons and the wagons are up front. You'll have follow us until then." General Tullius said, getting him off the ground. "As for cutting you loose." He slashed at the bindings, careful not to hit Solomon's hands and wrists. The dragon was flying by, breathing fire and death upon the people below.

"Try to stay close son." General Tullius and himself were moving quickly towards the gates, rocks falling as they went. Solomon saw an archer get swept off his feet into the jaws of the dragon. It felt like an eternity until he got to the wagon with his gear. Oh how it glistened and shined with Dark Angel still in its sheath and his lion-helm still as intimidating as ever.

"About time, felt naked without this on." As he gazed into his helm, he realized that he was still under attack from a dragon. He turned to Hadvar come up from some ruins and run across the courtyard when the dragon came up and nearly turned him into a charred piece of meat.

"Quit fucking around, son. If your half as good as that armour looks, we could use that skill right now." General Tullius said as he knelt over the now roasted body of one of the imperial mages that were with him. Solomon realized that he needed to do something but without his wings, fighting the dragon would be much more difficult since it could just fly away. Solomon had a difficult choice to make: Stand and fight with the others or run off with his armour and weapons in hand. He owed these people for not killing him thought that's not saying much in the grand view of it all but running away was not his style but fighting without his armour was dangerous.

"Get into the keep, Hadvar, we're leaving this place." Tullius yelled, he looked like he had taken a wound from something, perhaps a stray rock in any chance, he was looking worse for wear and so did everyone else.

"Still alive Solomon, follow me." Hadvar told him as the dragon landed in front of the courtyard. It was a black brute of a beast with its scales twisted and grown into thorns or spikes, he could not tell which it was a dark thing that much was clear. By the look of the thing, it was posed to kill them all it needed no reason, true evil rarely did. It was staring right at Hadvar in the face where it reared its head back for another attack.

"Get Down!" Solomon said as the beast let loose a gout of flames of which Solomon intercepted with his shield, knocking the man down in the process, but saving the man's live too. Impressed by what he saw, the soldier looked on at this man, whom just a few minutes ago, though to them it felt like years, wanted him dead.

"Still alive, Imperial." Solomon told the downed man, giving him a hand to get him back up on his feet. Before they had a chance to speak, the Dragon was back in the air, to continue his assault upon the people from the safety of the skies. Fear he would have to leave behind his armour, Solomon came up with a quick plan to both protect the two of them while also securing his armour's safety.

"Quick! Hadvar, give me a hand with this." Solomon told Hadvar, pointing towards the wagon.

"The wagon? Why? Are you planing on driving that thing yourself." Hadvar looked at Solomon the same way head for most of the time he had spoken to him: like was a damm mad-man.

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing." Solomon said as he began to push the wagon and Hadvar, seeing no choice in the matter, helped. The second Hadvar began to push he realized something: Solomon was doing most of the heavy lifting or pushing as the case may be. To be able to push a wagon full of confiscated weapons and armour, the man must have giant's blood flowing through his veins. They kept on pushing until they could feel it moving on it's own. The town had a slight hill inside of it, allowing them to just cost along the wagon as it rolled down the hill with Solomon jumping on top to keep his armour from falling out.

As it smashed into a stone pillar, Solomon, still atop the wagon's pile of arms and armour, kept himself from not falling into the very large amount of very sharp swords, spears and axes below him.

"Ralof, You damm traitor! Out of my way." Hadvar roared as Ralof came up out of the side, axe in hand.

We're escaping Hadvar, and your not stopping us this time." Ralof rebutted Hadvar's rage with his own at the man.

"Fine, I hope that dragon takes you all to Sovngarde." Solomon looked on at the two as he gathered his armour and went inside, Hadvar close behind him.

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And that people is just chapter one, and yes, quite a bit of it is just dialogue from the opening but still it was still a hassle. And Don't worry i am not given up on the Valorous Crusade, like I said in my last post, I am going through a Warhammer slump and have writers block, so I decided a change of pace was in order. I will keep on posting chapters of both this and The Valorous Crusade. So until Next Time, FUS RO DAH!