The Elder Scrolls: Nord of Spades

Chapter 3

Yngvar admired the fine quicksilver carvings. He grabbed the armor to find a journal underneath. It was journal from when he was a mercenary. It had stories from when he dreaded life and when he loved it. He opened the book to the first page and read it.

4E 194, 27th of First Seed
Well, I guess there's not much to say about me. I'm a Nord from Windhelm. My parents were killed by bandits when I was 7, I killed a troll when I was 16, and I became a mercenary when I was 20. But other than that, I'm not too special. I've been hired many times to deal with people who wouldn't pay up to other people. I've murdered people, and not a day goes by where I don't regret it. It's been a tough life in Tamriel since the Great War. But I've made it through. Hopefully I can die before the Dominion captures me.

Yngvar flipped through pages going past several years. He found the day he was sent to prison.

4E 203, 4th of Frostfall
I can't believe these damn redguards would send me to prison. I saved the children but they haven't seen that. Now I'm here in a cell with some crazy guy. He gave me a card deck when I arrived. The only problem was that they were all only one card. A Nord of Spades. I put a card in here to make him think I like him. It looks oddly like me though. Same armor, beard, sword... I don't know why but it's just a card.

He took the card out and realized that it was him. He couldn't believe he didn't notice that before. Yngvar grabbed the card and dropped the journal. He put it on his table. He put it on the side and put his Nordic carved armor right in front of him.

He got his hammer and carving knife. He carved the armor back to what it used to look like in its former glory. After several hard hours, Yngvar finally put on his armor, grabbed his sword and shield, and headed out the door towards Windhelm.

He needed to see an old friend.