I know this sounds foolish, but I created my own class at the beginning of the game, called it Dark Knight. I was on a Batman high okay! Anyway it focuses more on offensive skils and magic so it's more of a Knight/Warrior mix. Still haven't named him yet but I have yet to put in a conversation. Enjoy!
Atop a hill stood a horse. It was a tall horse, strong and well built for travelling and for carrying a great burden. Now it was still, still as the person sitting on its back was still. He was of medium height, strongly built and clad in steel armour. Bareheaded, with his helmet under his arm he kept a firm gaze on the scene before him. It was a group of people running to and fro, desperately trying to keep the hordes of daedra away. There wasn't even that many, but the open Oblivion gate was going to present a problem. As long as it was there, they would forever be in danger. Where it was, right outside Skingrad, was a liability for a city that lived via commerce. The Hero of Kvatch sighed to himself. Kvatch had been easy compared to all the trials and tribulations he faced these days.
Oblivion gates were everywhere, constantly shifting and constantly sending out more daedra. People like the Mythic Dawn were even worse. Part of him was dreading the time when he would have to infiltrate that awful group and go undercover. Hatred coursed through him at the memory of Uriel Septim's death and the fate of Martin Septim. The former Emperor had shown a faith in him that he felt he did not deserve, the new Emperor was one of the few people he dared call friend. He would die before these maggots got their chance to rip them down. Uriel Septim was dead, killed by cultists who sought the power of the daedra above all else. Fools! He thought to himself, as if the Daedric Lords will let them live after they've taken Tamriel.
But the business in hand beckoned once again as screams returned to his ears. A caravan had come across the scene and the daedra had turned their attention to them. Silently he lifted his helmet and replaced it on his head. Time to head back into battle.
The people heard the sound of galloping hooves and turned. Out of the smoke, mounted on a horse, wielding a sword of the finest steel, came a knight. Not just any knight, the Dark Knight.
A short one I know, but I hope you think it's good. R&R please