I'm redoing my AU into this story, and I hope you enjoy. If you guys want some clarity on the characters, here is the list.
Arminius Constantine
Race: Colovian Imperial-Nordic mix
Face-Model: Clive Owen (look him up as King Arthur; you'll get a good idea of what Arminius looks like.)
Voice Actor: Nolan North (regular voice)
Hadvar
Race: Nordic
Voice Actor: Jonas Fisch (in his Hadvar voice)
Jenassa
Race: Dunmer
Voice Actor: Claudia Black
Mjoll the Lioness
Race: Nordic
Voice Actor: Martina Lotun (in her Nord accent)
Erik the Slayer
Race: Nordic
Voice Actor: Jason Marsden
Marcurio Desideratus
Race: Imperial
Voice Actor: Jon Curry
General Servius Tullius
Race: Imperial
Voice Actor: Michael Hogan
Legate Rikke
Race: Nordic
Voice Actor: Claudia Christian
Balgruuf the Greater
Race: Nordic
Voice Actor: Michael Gough
Irileth
Race: Dunmer
Voice Actor: Lani Minella
Hopefully now you can all get an idea of what I'm aiming for. So let's get this started; don't forget to review the story, I demand it.
Elder Scrolls: The Order
Nearly 5 months after the downfall of Ulfric Stormcloak's attempt at the throne, Skyrim still knew little peace. The dragon threat was still very much alive; but a hero lingered.
He was once a Legionary, but he set out on his quest to High Hrothgar to learn the way of the voice, for the Greybeards had summoned him.
High Hrothgar
A man had rested on his knees in the ancient stone quarters; the wind of the frosty air howling through the small cracks. His head was tilted down, hands resting on his thighs, a black beard that he let grow out now defined his face, neck length hair on his head. He was covered in brown robes, replacing the Legionary armor that he once had.
Throughout his days, he trained; meditated on the meaning of the voice, gaining enlightenment from his teachers, drank the purified water, practiced his thu'um. Other than what the Greybeards gave him, he practiced for his own good, doing drills with his sword, swinging with grace at absolutely nothing. His skills sharpened; he knew he would need it.
As he currently meditated, he thought on the words that Arngeir had told him.
Go and retrieve the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller.
After what seemed like forever, the Greybeards were finally going to send him back down to the world to find an artifact in a place known as Ustengrav, another Nordic burial ground. He's been in one before…he knows what to expect.
The young man had on a set of fur armor, covering himself from the blast of the snowy wind. Over that was a fur coat, one that was made of wolf skin and went down his back like a cape, a hood behind his neck. He just finished saddling up his horse, adjusting the sword sheathe and climbing onto the saddle. He maintained control of the animal, turning it so he could look back at Arngeir, one of the Greybeards who stood waiting for him to be off. They made eye contact; the old man slowly nodding his head; then the young man with the black beard pulled the hood up over his head and directed his horse, trotting away down the mountain side.
Rorikstead, the old town that rested at the foot of the mountain had been left in rubble thanks to the Civil War that was waged here a year ago; the town now completely abandoned.
The forests of Falkreath, barely even touched by the war, was the young man's favorite province due to its beautiful landscape. Whiterun had its green plains, but it has been stained, especially by the Battle of Whiterun that happened in the mid of last year. Then there was Hjaalmarch; a rather bland piece of land below Skyrim's capital, defined by its swamp marshes.
In the land of Hjaalmarch was the hidden burial tomb of Ustengrav. On the way in, Arminius had faced several dangers. The Bandits that took shelter there were one, and the Necromancers that were fighting them there were another; the traps and the undead creatures known as the Draugr.
Twisting, winding, bent turns through dusty old rooms where sand and dirt would fall from the ceiling, indicating the danger of it collapsing any moment. But the young man had seen it all once before; he fought some bad things, even a Dragon once, and he was determined to see this mission through.
He had his sword sheathed, shield resting on a hilt on his back; he pulled down on a chain and at the same time like magic, the gate lifted itself open. He walked in, eyes squinted and taking a load in the sight. He was on an elevated level, a set of stairs that led down to a pathway between some ponds. The ponds licked at the air, leaving its sound of aqua and distortion. At the other side of the pathway was an altar of some kind, with a chalice like structure being elevated by sculpted hands. There's no doubt that that's where the horn would be.
He stepped down the steps, one foot at a time. Suddenly, the ground began to shake as though there was an earthquake, the young man jumped his hand to grasp the handle of his sword, From the water emerged four colossal stone structures, and as they stopped, the young man got a better look at them. They were shaped to be like…eagles or hawks…but the real question was, what point did they serve? Did they just randomly appear out of the water?
The young man thought on it for a moment, and then decided to continue his way cautiously down the steps, his hand still tightly grasping the sheathed sword. As he made his way across, he noticed on the other sides of the room were black coffins; he would be more cautious, but to what he saw, the Draugr that occupied them were already slain.
He put his attention back on the place where the horn is supposed to be; the alter being surrounded by riches and cremated ashes. Amongst that, his eyes widened; and he couldn't believe it.
It wasn't there…
Dammit…it wasn't there…
But there was something…a note. The young man instead reached for the note where the horn is supposed to be, and opened it up.
Dragonborn
I need to speak to you, urgently.
Rent the attic room at the Sleeping Giant Inn, in Riverwood. I'll meet you.
~A Friend
It seems as though whoever it was went through a lot of trouble just to pass on a note. I mean, the person who did this obviously left all the Draugr and Bandits and Necromancers, and spiders behind for him to handle. Some "friend".
His mind, however, was set and curious. This person probably had the horn; and he needed that horn.
I guess it's back to Riverwood then.
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