Thank you all for reading this and faving/following, encourages me to continue like nothing else.
Also another thanks to Hornet07 for pointing out my mistakes in this (I swear I am actually English) and if anyone else spots a mistake in this chapter let me know and I'll immediately fix it, I have proof read this but I probably won't have gotten all my mistakes.

(Fixed a couple of mistakes, namely that I for some reason had Eadric bowing to Balgruuf instead of Severus but it's fixed now )

Winterfell, The North, Westeros

The days after Brandon Stark's fall from the tower was hectic to say the least. The castle had been closed since the fall and most in the village were wondering if the little Lord would survive. When news came down that Brandon would indeed live but be unable to walk there was some mild celebration, people of Winterfell really seemed to love the Starks. On the fourth day the castle had been opened again and the party heading South had come out, along with the group heading North which Eadric was supposed to be a part of.

"How much for the horse?" Eadric asked the stablemaster in the village.

The greying man looked up from his work shoeing one of the horses to look at the one the Nord was pointing to. "Her? She's worth five gold dragons."

Eadric nodded and opened his pouch to get five Septims out. They were accepted as whatever the Gold Dragons were and they were worth a hundred silver stags, whatever that meant. "Here." He held the coins out and the man took them before returning to his work, seeming uninterested in the customer once he'd been served.

Approaching the horse that was already saddled and ready to go Eadric quickly saw it was more like the Cyrodilic breeds than the tough horses of Skyrim. Hoping they acted like the Cyrodilic breed as well as looked like them he reached out and patted it on the nose, to his relief the horse moved its head into the hand gently. Taking his chances he moved to the left side of the animal and mounted up. The horse moved about slightly to adjust to the new weight of the armed, armoured and quite large individual now on top of it, though thankfully it quickly settled down.

Kicking the horse gently in the side to get it moving, Eadric set off to join the passing train of people as they slowly made their way through the village. The party heading South was in much the same formation as they were when they first came to Winterfell, with the only difference being a second carriage for the Stark girls and that Lord Eddard was with the King as they rode. This was the first time Eadric had actually seen the Warden of the North and he had a striking resemblance, in Eadric's mind at least, to Ulfric Stormcloak. "Let's hope he doesn't try taking power." Eadric muttered as he tried to spot Jon Stark or Tyrion Lannister in the train. Finally spotting the dwarf, who was riding next to Jaime Lannister, the Nord rode over.

"Glad you could join us, Nord." Tyrion smirked as Eadric's horse fell into step alongside his. "I hear it's quite the journey to the Wall."

Before Eadric could answer Jaime laughed. "Don't tell me my brother's roped you into his holiday North?"

Eadric just shrugged. "When I heard of a giant Ice Wall that stretches for miles I wanted to see. Just so happens I won't be travelling North alone."

For the next half hour or so they talked idly or just rode in silence until they left Winterfell and came to the crossroads on the paved road, the Kingsroad as the locals called it. Tyrion and Jaime said farewells to each other before Tyrion kicked his horse to ride up to Benjen who was further ahead in front.

As Eadric was about to do the same Jaime spoke up. "Hey Nord. Look after my brother while you're with him."

"I'll try to, Lannister." Eadric replied and Jaime nodded in silent thanks. Kicking his horse again, Eadric quickly caught up with Tyrion and Benjen, seemingly the only other two besides Jon going further North. Both were looking down the road South. Also turning to look, Eadric could easily see why. Just behind the party heading South was Lord Eddard and Jon, talking about something. After a few minutes they finished whatever they were talking about and Jon turned to join the three.

"Alright, let's get moving." Benjen said as the group was finally complete. "Long journey North to the Wall." In silence all four kicked their horses and they beganmaking their way North.

Whiterun, Skyrim, Tamriel

Severus Semponius walked at the head of a few of his retinue as they made their way through the plains district of Whiterun. Behind him were forty hardened warriors and riders, along with eight or so new warriors Erik was desperately trying to get into shape. Erik was the first to follow him and after the combination of the end of the Dragon Crisis and the Civil War, Severus was well known throughout the Holds of Skyrim and attracted many warriors to him. Before the War they were just a motley band of Nordic warriors, good fighters but little discipline. It wasn't until the Elves tried to invade the Empire a second time they had been formed into a real unit and not just a band of warriors. Now they were his riders, all decked out in Scale armour and the golden cloak of Whiterun, and they'd follow him into the gates of Oblivion is he asked them.

When they finally made it to the market they turned left and headed up the stairs to the ancient Gildergreen, sacred tree of Kynareth. Across the way from the temple of Kynareth was new development since after the Second War with the dominion, the Temple of Talos. Heimskr had at first been imprisoned by the Legion after Ulfric's attack was repulsed but on the day War was declared he was freed, and to the surprise of no one he instantly volunteered to join Balgruuf's host as it went South with the forces of the other Holds.

"Alright." Severus turned to the men following him. "Erik with me, rest of you do what you want. Back at the stables by noon." The ones near him nodded and the group quickly began to disperse, mainly heading in the direction of the Plains district or the two temples. Erik meanwhile walked up to Severus. "Let's see what they want." He muttered as he started to ascend the stone stairs.

The Hold Guards at the door to Dragonsreach quickly opened the doors when they saw Severus approaching and both put their fists on their chests. Inside there was the usual sound of the large hearth in the centre of the raised area and the sweeping of the servants brushes, along with the sounds of a heated discussion between the Jarl and his advisors.

As the Imperial and Nord both made their way to the Jarls throne the servants stopped to look at the two and further up the conversation stopped when Irileth spotted the two. When they crested the set of stairs Proventus approached. "Ah excellent, you received the summons. The Jarl is waiting for you." He nodded to the pair and immediately made his way back to the raised platform that housed the Throne, standing to Balgruuf's right.

"You've arrived, Dragonborn." Balgruuf stated as Severus and Erik approached. "I'll be blunt. The Empress has sent for you. The message says it's urgent, and who are we to argue with Falk's judgement?" The Jarl chuckled, even managing to make it sound dignified.

Severus nodded slowly, so it was Empress Elisif who wanted him. "Do you know why she sent for me?"

"The message from Falk didn't say, just that she wanted you and your Riders in Solitude as soon as possible." Balgruuf explained.

"I'll set out immediatly, my Jarl." Severus bowed and made to leave before being stopped by Balgruuf raising his right hand.

"Wait, my friend. Before you go I have a favour to ask of you." He waited for a nod from Severus before continuing. "My son Frothar has come of age and he's... Restless to say the least. I was hoping you could mentor him for the next year or so."

Severus smirked and bowed his head slightly. "It would be an honour, my Jarl."

Balgruuf laughed. "It's not meant as an honour my friend. It's so he can learn the ways of war while I show Nelkir the ways of politics."

"Tell him to come to the stables at noon then, that's when we'll be setting out." Severus said as he grinned slightly at the Jarl. "Do you need anything else?"

Balgruuf shook his head. "No Ysmir. You may leave now if you wish."

With a bow from Severus and Erik the two left, leaving the hall silent as they went.

...

Balgruuf watched Severus leave. When the Imperial finally made it through the doors he sighed. "We should have told him."

"The message made it clear we weren't to tell him, my Jarl." Proventus argued.

"It seems cowardly. The man's done enough for me and the Empire to deserve to know what's going on." The Jarl retorted. "He blasted the gates of the Imperial City open for Talos's sake."

"For once I agree with Avenicci." Hrongar, his brother, spoke up. Proventus looked surprised by the statement. "He might have refused to go if he knew."

Balgruuf sighed and rested his forehead in his hand. "I know, it's just." He sighed again. "I've known him too long to send him out unaware like this."

Avenicci subtly changed his demeanor to his less formal side. "Balgruuf, this is Severus Semponius, I have no doubts he'll make it."

Hrongar nodded. "If he can survive three years of war, this will be easy for him, and Frothar."

"Hah." Balgruuf chuckled. "Once Semponius is through with him I might feel sorry for the people who get on Frothar's bad side." The Nord Jarl relaxed slightly. "Well it's done. Who's seeking an audience today, Proventus?"

"Clan Grey-mane." Proventus replied quickly. "They wish to present you with your new armour. A gift I believe, for building the temple of Talos."

Balgruuf noddd. "Send them in, will be good to see the fruits of Eorlund's labours."

The Kingsroad, The North, Westeros

Eadric sat with his back against a tree, tuning his lute. The group had set up camp the day before to wait for a few other Nights Watchmen. When they'd arrived hey had prisoners with them, apparently new recruits for the Watch. The prisoners were sat by the fire, their hands bound in front of them and Jon was eyeing them with both a look of surprise and disgust.

"Rapers." Tyrion said from his position sat against another tree, reading a book. "They were given a choice no doubt... Castration or the Wall." Eadric looked over at the three prisoners with a look of clear disgust, he'd killed men like them a hundred times in Skyrim. "Most choose the knife." Jon stopped looking at them and instead looked at the floor, something Tyrion noticed. "Not impressed by your new brothers ? Lovely thing about the Watch... You discard your old family and get a whole new one."

"This what you do with rapists? Castrate them or cart them off to the Wall?" Eadric asked as he finally finished tuning his lute.

Tyrion smirked. "For the most part, the Wall is the easy way out. What do you do with them in Skyrim?"

"In Skyrim there's a blood money system. Every crime has a set fine you have to pay to the Jarl. If you don't pay then anyone is free to hunt you down, kill you and claim the amount the fine was worth as a bounty." The Nord replied simply. "Hunted down a few bounties myself from time to time."

Jon looked up from the floor and looked at Eadric. "What did the worst of them do?"

Eadric sighed. "Murder and Necromancy."

Tyrion scoffed. "Necromancy, like the grumpkins and snarks the Watch say is beyond the wall. Don't tell me you believe in that nonsense?"

"You people would shit yourselves if you ever ended up in Skyrim." Eadric chuckled darkly. "We have Giants, Mammoths, Trolls and Wolves as big as horses." At the mention of wolves Jon's Direwolf, ghost as he'd named it, looked up from its place next to Jon only to rest its head back on its paws.

At this point Benjen sat down next to the three. "What was that about Mammoths?"

"Eadric here was saying that he's seen far worse than anything you lot say is beyond the Wall." Tyrion responded bluntly, having returned to reading his book.

Benjen looked across at Eadric, who was now idly strumming a faint tune. "Right, you're from this Skyrim place, how many winters have you seen?"

The Nord looked up. "We don't really have seasons in Skyrim, so far North that it might as well be winter all year. Though by Cyrodilic standards I've seen twenty eight."

"Twenty eight? How is that possible?" Benjen asked, looking confused.

Eadric shrugged. "Because I'm twenty eight years old."

"You have a winter a year?" Asked the still confused looking Benjen.

"Aye, at the end of every year. You have them differently or something?"

Tyrion responded before Benjen could, but still focused mainly on the book. "Seasons here last years at a time, current summer is nine years old."

Again Eadric shrugs. "Well I've seen twenty eight Skyrim winters in any event, and Skyrim summers are Cyrodilic winters."

"Skyrim sounds like an odd place. Jon said your people have fought something called Elves." Benjen looked across at Jon for a moment who just nodded slightly before stroking his Direwolf.

"Not only fought them, they apparently slaughtered them and took their homeland from them to call their own." Tyrion stated, not even looking up. "Elves seem to be like the First Men of Westeros in that regard."

"They were the ones to begin the slaughter. " Eadric said firmly before sighing. "They were always the one to start the genocides."

Benjen nodded slightly, though didn't look like he was buying it. "Jon also mentioned some Great War, said your people crushed them a few years ago."

The Nord sighed again and looked up at the dark sky, to the side the three prisoners were eyeing him, as if also expecting him to explain. "Thirty seven years ago the Second Aldmeri Dominion attacked the Empire, a four year war followed and we damn well near lost. The Elves forced us to give up our God, mighty Talos. The Nords of Skyrim hated this, Talos was one of our own before he became a God. Eventually one of the Jarls, Ulfric Stormcloak got fed up of worshipping in secret and killed the High King, started a whole Civil War, which he lost in the end. No sooner was Ulfric dead than the Elves attacked again." Eadric grimaced slightly at how the War began. "The Empire was still recovering, there was barely a Legion in the Imperial province, they never stood a chance. The Imperial City was besieged again, it fell within the week."

Benjen, Jon and the prisoners were all listening intently and even Tyrion was finding himself hard pressed to appear like he wasn't listening. "The fourth Legion under General Tulius, the Legion sent to Skyrim to crush Ulfric's rebellion immediately pulled from the forts of Skyrim and the recently 'liberated' holds, they were the Empire's best hope. By the time they reached Bruma, the most northern city in Cyrodil, the entire south part of the province was in Elven hands. I was told that the fires from the Imperial City could be seen from the mountains, the Elves killed everyone they found and tore down the White Gold Tower, the centre of the Empire. The Emperor and his family were butchered along with the people and left to rot where they fell." The Nord's fist clenched slightly. "When word reached Skyrim of the slaughter Balgruuf the Greater, Jarl of Whiterun called the Moot, a gathering of all the Jarls. With the Emperor and his heirs dead it was decided Jarl Elisif would become High Queen of Skyrim and ultimately Empress while Balgruuf was to lead the warriors of Skyrim the Legion left behind. Not since before the coming of Talos had such a large gathering of the sons and daughters of Skyrim occurred."

"Daughters of Skyrim? You let your women fight?" Benjen interupted.

"Skyrim is a harsh land, you fight or you die and that goes for the women as well." Eardric said as he looked up at Benjen before continuing with the story of the War. "The rest I know only from what one of Balgruuf's Carls told me when he returned from the War. The Skyrim host entered Cyrodil the same way the Fourth Legion had come, they found Bruma besieged by an Elven army. With rage not felt since the coming of Ysgramor they fell upon them, slaughtering everything with pointed ears outside the walls. There they learned that the Fourth Legion was holed up in Kvatch, a City to the South West and only recently rebuilt. Balgruuf sent riders to Kvatch to tell Tulius of his arrival and plans for the Elves. The host of Skyrim was to advance North East and move around to the Eastern side of the Imperial City bay while General Tulius was to advance and drive the Elves back from the West." He looked back down at the floor. "It took three years of brutal fighting to drive them from the East and West of the province. Cheydinhall was nearly completely destroyed in the fighting "

"The Elves pulled back to the remains of the Imperial City, hoping the ancient walls would protect them, hah!" The Direwolf at Jon's side perked up at exclemation but quickly returned to its rest. "They weren't counting on the Dragonborn."

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "The what?"

Eadri glanced over at Tyrion. "The Dovahkiin, Dragonborn. A mortal with the soul of a Dragon, they have the natural ability of the thu'um, the voice. A few words from the Dragonborn and the gates of the Imperial City were wrenched from their places and the armies of men poured through, butchering every Elf they found. They captured the Elven Queen herself that day, the bitch who commanded her people to wipe men off the face of Nirn, but she was still a Queen." The Nord sighed again. "So they did what they could, they stripped her, paraded her in front of the armies and sent her walking back to the Summerset Isles with little more than a rag. Now the Elves fight their own Civil War, most of them hated the Thalmor as much as men did."

There was a silence between the group for a few minutes before Eadri stood. "I'm going to do some hunting. Catch up with you tomorrow at some point."

"You don't even know the way. How are you going to find us?" Jon asked.

"I have my ways." Eadric called over his shoulder as he left.

Whiterun, Skyrim, Tamriel

Erik checked the saddle of his horse, making sure his supplies were all accounted for and that the saddle itself was secure. "So when does the Jarls son arrive?" He asked Severus, who was also checking the saddle on his own horse.

"Soon I should hope. Don't want to be kept waiting by him, want to get to the Watchtower before nightfall." Severus replied as he went through his own supply pack one last time.

The sound of hooves against stone came from behind them, causing both to look over their shoulder. Riding down the cobbled road from the gatehouse to the stables was Frothar, eldest son of Balgruuf the Greater, having seen eighteen winters. "Good to see you Thane Semponius." The young man nodded.

"Good to see you too Frothar." Severus returned the nod to the Jarl's son. "Hope you're ready for a long trip, we leave in a few minutes and won't stop until we get to the Western Watchtower."

The young Nord grinned and nodded. "Can't wait, Thane Semponius." He patted his horses neck, a Skyrim purebred, meant more for toughness and endurance than speed, while the cross breeds Severus's retinue favoured offered reasonable durability and reasonable speed, vital for charges. "Father said you'd teach me how to fight. Uncle Hrongar taught me a bit but father wouldn't let us use real steel."

"You'll use real steel with us, don't worry about that." Erik said as he mounted his horse. "You got the supplies for the trip?"

Frothar nodded. "Couple weeks worth of food if I'm careful."

Severus mounted his own horse. "Good, we have little to spare." He kicked his horse on and raised his hand. "Retinue on me!" He called before trotting down the road to the Western watchtower, followed by Frothar, Erik and the rest of the horsemen.

...

As the Semponius Retinue left the stables of the city a dark figure dropped out of a tree just across the road from the city. Silently, he moved over to a dark brown horse in the stable and quickly mounted it before galloping off into the countryside.

So far it's all going according to plan. The figure thought as the city disappeared over the horizon. The Jarl's son will make this even easier than if it was just Severus going.

The figure pushed his horse harder. Need to get back to Solitude before them for this to work.

So that's the third chapter done.
I've decided to implement a 3500 minimum word limit for these chapters though some will (hopefully) far exceed this.
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