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-6th of the First Seed, 4th Era 202-
Seven months have passed since Rahgol awakened on that cart, about to be executed at Helgen only to be saved by none other than Alduin the World-Eater. Seven months since finding out he was the Dragonborn, seven months since everything that followed afterwards, Although, nearly six months since he quit the Companions after refusing to become a Werewolf, which made Skjor angry.
Since then, Rahgol had been busy with looking for the Words of Power across all of Skyrim, unlocking new Shouts and depending upon the words he knew thanks to being taught the Dovahzul by Paarthurnax growing up.
The Dragonborn stood in the courtyard of High Hrothgar, staring out into the distance as the wind made his hair whip across his face. He was still clad in his Ebony armour, with his two Ebony Swords strapped to his hips as they had been useful and kept him alive, so he saw no reason to change them.
And then there came to so-called 'responsibilities' he had to the people of Skyrim as their 'hero', something they thought of him just because he was the Dragonborn. He had tried to deny this many times, but nobody ever seemed to listen.
And just like he said to Alduin, the people shoved their problems onto his shoulders like they had better things to do rather than dealing with it themselves. The only reason Rahgol did help is because it did benefit him in the end when he gained gold, artefacts or weapons. But he did not help out everyone if it was just a waste of his time.
But what he had seen in the last few months had made him think about Alduin's words, about if things would be better with the Dragons in charge again. In Markath, in the middle of the street, someone immediately gets killed from behind and the killer yells 'For the Forsworn!'. Good thing the guards slew that fiend, because Rahgol would've ensured he suffered before begging for death.
Then there was the Thalmor. The Fucking Thalmor… Rahgol once saw them mass murdering Stormcloaks and innocent people in an Imperial camp. And what did the soldiers of the Empire do? Nothing. Only stood there and watched, yeah some looked queasy and reluctant to be there, but nothing was stopping them from putting an end to such slaughter. However, Stormcloaks are just the same. The soldiers, and especially some citizens.
"What those guys did to that little Dunmer girl…" Rahgol muttered as he thought back to the last time he went to the city of Windhelm...
-23th of Frostfall, 4th Era 201-
Rahgol barely felt the cold, biting winds of the northern region of Skyrim as he entered the city of Windhelm. However, upon entering, the first thing he heard was a yelp from a child. He snapped his gaze in the direction it had come from, eyes narrowed, gaze sharp and fierce. An almost Dragon-like growl left his throat upon seeing a Dunmer child getting kicked by two Nords. One had a weird helmet on, while the other was in ragged clothes.
The sight made Rahgol's gaze turn red as he stormed towards them, the sight only bringing back painful, dark memories. Memories he'd rather forget and never think of again.
"Hey, watch were you going Dark Elf!" One of the two Nords sneered. The girl quietly got up and was about to run away, when she was grabbed by her shoulder and held firm. "Listen kid, you do not show a lot of respect now do you?"
"Let's show her her place." The other man chuckled as he raised a fist, causing the child to flinch and shut her eyes tightly. Before he could land the punch, his wrist was grabbed in a tight grip that made him cry out as he nearly felt the bone snap, drawing the other Nord and the Dunmer child's attention.
Rahgol stood there, gripping the man's wrist tightly. His Ebony helmet had been removed, allowing them to see the cold, enraged glare on his face as he growled, his eyes narrowing while the pupils changed to slits. "You think yourself so tough, picking on a defenceless child?" He snarled.
"W-What's it to yo-ARGH!" The man yelled as Rahgol's grip tightened.
"Let him go!" The other man demanded as he went to punch Rahgol, who sidestepped and kicked the man in the back without releasing the man's wrist, instead he only twisted which forced the man to his knees, taking some satisfaction at the tears of pain running down his face.
"Look at you. Big, strong Nord who can pick on a child, brought to his knees so easily. More like a pathetic, weakling who targets the defenceless and the weak." Rahgol said coldly."Is this how you Nords maintain Windhelm? Do you get off on bullying children?" He kicked the man in the chest, then whirled on the approaching beggar who instantly halted at the way Rahgol turned to him. "Try it. I dare you..."
The man scoffed, trying to save face. "I am a war veteran; a kid like you won't scare me."
Rahgol just smirked at that. His smirk didn't fall as the beggar tried to him him again, but Rahgol grabbed his arm and twisted it hard, causing him to scream in pain, then he got a punch to the stomach, followed by a kick to the chest that sent him to the ground, sputtering in pain.
"A piece of advice? Piss off before this gets bloody." Rahgol warned. The man quickly nodded, grabbed the other man, and they ran off while clutching their sore limbs in pain. Rahgol exhaled and rolled his shoulders before he turned to the Dunmer child, who was being tended to by an older, Dunmer woman. Her mother, most likely. "Are you okay?"
He grunted when the child slammed into him, hugging him tightly while crying. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" She sobbed, while Rahgol stood there awkwardly but he patted the child on the shoulders.
"Anytime, kid." He said with a small smile before looking as her mother approached with a tearful smile.
"Thank you, thank you for making my little girl happy." She said. "I hate this stupid excuse of a city. We Dunmer and also the Argonians get harassed and robbed, and we are treated as filth by the Nords. Thank you again. You've made my little girl smile again."
"Why don;t you just leave?" Rahgol frowned, wondering why they would stay in a city like this if they are treated that way.
"Our home got destroyed thanks to the eruption of Red Mountain. This was the only place we could go." The woman sighed.
"Maybe so, but this city is not safe for you or your daughter if this is how you are being treated." Rahgol said. "You should go for another, like Whiterun or Solitude."
"Maybe..." The woman nodded.
Suddenly, they heard voices and Rahgol turned to see Ulfric Stormcloak with another man, followed by the two Nords who harassed the Dunmer woman and her daughter.
"See Ulfric, he did this." One of them said.
"Ulfric." Rahgol said blankly in greeting.
"Rahgol, was it?" Ulfric asked, getting a small nod in response. "I hear you attacked two of my people?"
"For good reason." Rahgol growled. "They attacked, bullied and harassed these two behind me. I don't condone child abuse of any kind, and will not stand aside to watch like several others did so." He shot a glare at the people who had stood on the sidelines, causing them to flinch and hurry along with their business.
"Rollf, Angrenor, apologize to them immediately. You will pay dearly if I hear that you two are harassing the Dunmer or the Argonians again." Ulfric ordered. The two men grumpily apologized and walked away. Galmar decided to follow Rollf, while Ulfric walked towards Rahgol.
"And here I thought you were all about the freedom of all in SKyrim, guess that only means the Nords." Rahgol commented snidely.
Ulfric sighed. "I have priorities, Dragonborn, with this war. We have been cautious for Imperial spies-"
"Keep your people in line... or I'll make another visit and it won;t be as pleasant as this one had been." Rahgol said coldly, gave the Dunmer woman and her daughter a nod before he took his leave, no longer wanting to be in the city for a second longer.
He sighed as he crossed the bridge and began a long trek across the snowy paths and into a forest area, wondering if it would've been worth it to give into the temptoation to incerinate those two men.
"Your Dragon is quite stirred up and enraged... what could've caused that, I wonder?" A familiar voice asked, making Rahgol halt before he looked skyward to see none other than Alduin hovering there with a smirk on her face, her wings flapping every five seconds, before she descended to land on her feet.
"Taking time out of your busy schedule to come torment me?" Rahgol asked rudely.
"Oh please, don't flatter yourself into thinking my attention to you is good." Alduin scoffed. "I was merely hunting when I smelled your scent nearby, as well as felt the Dragon within you stirred in an aggressive manner. It's what caught my attention. So, need I ask what's angered you?"
Rahgol sighed. "If you must know, I paid a visit to the city of Windhelm where I found two Nords being racist and aggressive towards a Dunmer woman and her child."
Alduin's eyes sharpened into a narrow glare. "Drey nust aax kiir?"
"No, I stopped them from doing something they shouldn't." Rahgol said, then raised an eyebrow at her. "Getting a little protective there over a simple mortal, eh?"
Alduin glared at him now with a growl. "Do not mock me, Joore. While the rest of you are beneath my kind, I do not condone abuse of any kind towards the young. Back during my rule, any child who was harmed whether by mortal or Dov... I killed them in retaliation."
"Well, that;s sure surprising to hear." Rahgol said, then his eyes widened a little as a thought occurred. "Do you have-"
"No." Aludin snorted, knowing what he was going to ask. "I'd need a male for that, and none have been able to gain my interest with their pathetic displays of strength. Oh yes, many have tried to court and vye to be my mate... but they failed to live up to my expectations in the end. So no, I do not know the joys of motherhood. It's something that my own mother spoke about when I was young..." She looked off distantly, her eyes looking lost in thought.
"Yeah... doubt thats something I'd experience myself." Rahgol said with an amused snort. "Parenthood... I wouldn't even be the best father."
Alduin snorted and grinned. "I pity any woman who chooses to lay with you."
"Harsh." Rahgol glared at her for that, but Alduin just snorted and spread her wings.
"Farewell for now, Dovahkiin." Was all she said before taking off into the air, leaving Rahgol to stare after her.
"Did I just seriously have another casual conversation with her?" He asked himself.
-6th of the First Seed, 4th Era 202-
Yeah, it had not been the first time he and Alduin would run into each other and somehow hold a casual conversation, even if there was a thin line of hostility with Rahgol always trying to irritate Alduin or just piss her off. However, they did speak a little about whatever came to mind, including themselves. Somehow, their meetings had created an inkling of respect between them that grew with each passing meeting as Alduin would talk about the days of her rule, how mortals benefited from the protection of all Dragons before the Akaviri came and changed that.
Of course, they had their back and forth arguments, but the one thing Rahgol and her did agree on was the state of Skyrim currentkly. He admitted he had way too much resoect for Dragons to see them as mindless beasts that need to be put down, like some people expect him to do. Hence, why he has always faced a Dragon and given it a choice to retreat and hunt animals or bandits, to not harm innocents or kill for sport. Some Dragons took his offer when he demonstrated the growing strength of his Thu'um... most of them did not and decided to fight, which resulted in their deaths in the end.
But in between his various meetings with Alduin over the last few months, Rahgol had busied himself with scouring all of Skyrim for Words of Power, delving into dangerous, ancient ruins or dungeons, going to Dragon Alters, and finding the Word Walls featuring either one Word or all three. He gave an amused snort at the memory of when he snuck into the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary, which was not easy to find nor was the password easy to discover until after he interrigated a Dark Brotherhood assassin. But anyway, he got into the Secretary and found the Word Wall, then snuck back out while a Redguard was sleeping as the rest of the assassins had been out, most likely killing whoever their contracts were.
He had also found a few artefacts during his travels, such as the Jagged Crown which is apparently a symbol of leadership and power for the Kings and Queens of Skyrim in the 1st Era. He had found it in a ruin called Korvanjund, along with a Word for the Slow Time Shout. Rahgol had kept it in his posession, even though he had heard the Imperials and the Stormcloaks were looking for it but he didn't care.
He had also found Dragon Masks. They were the masks of the top ranking priests of the Dragon Cult when Alduin ruled Skyrim. When you put them on, an ancient magic washes over you, and you hear the name of the mask. He had acquired six masks so far; Krosis, Hevnoraak, Otar, Rahgot, Vokun and Volsung. There was eight in total, with a ninth only to be revealed once the other eight are placed on an alter.
And then... there was the Daedric Princes.
Somehow, he had ended up on Mehrunes Dagon and Molag Bol's shit list, though there was a good reason for that. Aside from them, Rahgol had also been offered to become the Champions of Mephala, Azura and Meridia. He had refused each of them. He refused to become a Werewolf and bind himself to Hircine, why would he swear himself to other Daedric Princes? However, his defiance seem to have been a turn on for Azura, Meridia and Mephala, because they made it very clear they wanted him in a lustful, sexual manner. Mephala made that clear enough by being plunt, Azura and Meridia just said they'll claim him and be theirs for eternity.
So on top of having a Goddess of Destruction wanting him dead, the Thalmor wanting him dead, he had three Daedric Princes wanting to make him their sex slave... lovely.
'The life of a Dragonborn.' Rahgol thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. He refused to say 'the life of a hero'. He was no hero, not whatever the peopole believed in fairy tales that a hero should be, not what they thought of a hero in a Dragonborn. He did what he did if it was worth his time, that was all. People should solve their own problems, not shove it onto others' shoulders.
"Rahgol." The Dragonborn turned at Arngeir's voice to see the old man approaching. "I have a note for you."
Rahgol nodded and took the note, opening it to read it's contents, seeing it was from Delphine.
-Rahgol,
I have a plan to infiltrate the Thalmor embassy, but I need you to get to Riverwood as soon as possible.
I'm gonna end it there. There wasn't much but... I'm hoping it proves satisfactory for now. I did my best with trying to show mor,e but just did what you see above. Sorry if you were expecting more.
Dragon Tongue translator:
Drey nust aax kiir?: Did they harm the child?