Markarth. You either love it or hate it — I'm somewhere in the middle. But today, I'm finally leaving my home of Markarth, and I'm moving somewhere else. Where am I going to? Dushnikh Yal, an Orc stronghold near Markarth. I just don't want to live among the Nords as much anymore, as I am sick of hearing about all their problems all the time.
Plus, tensions with the Stormcloak uprising has been steadily increasing, and I'm pretty sure that any day now, war could break out. And if it does, I want to be at Dushnikh Yal, an Orc settlement.
As I am saddling up my horse, getting ready for the trek through the mountains of the Reach, Banning, one of the men who works with dogs, comes over to me. I have spoken with him only a handful of times, but now, I'm a bit unsettled by him, as something about him seems .... off.
"Need help?" he asks me.
"Thanks, but I'm good," I say, hoping he leaves me alone.
He doesn't.
"Where are you headed?"
"I'm moving," I say.
"Where to?"
I shrug, and climb onto my horse. He looks up at me. I do not say another word, I just shake the reins, and my horse trots off, away from Banning. Away from Markarth.
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I am wandering through the Reach, going in the general direction of Dushnikh Yal, when my horse starts acting odd. The poor girl neighs and looks around, blowing out short puffs of air, her tail flicking the air as we walk. She's agitated, but I don't know why.
Suddenly, something is flying at me. I don't have time to react as ropes wrap around my arms, making me hug myself. I fall from my horse, landing on my side, the air whooshing out of me. I cry out, stunned, as people surround me and my horse.
Forsworn.
They surround me, each of them holding weapons or magic at the ready, prepared to kill me if need be. Malacath willing.
"Let me go!" I hiss.
The Forsworn look at each other, then, as some guide my horse, four of them come over, hoist me up to a standing position, and then they drag me away.
I struggle and try to fight them, but it's no use. I'm vastly outnumbered, and they have more weapons than I. No one knows where I'm going, only I do. So no one will know to look for me, either.
This really isn't looking good....
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Skyrim's Saviors
FanfictionThe people of Skyrim are in need of a savior. Years after Alduin the World-Eater was defeated, the Dragonborn, a Nord woman named Ularik Stormcloak, vanished. No one has seen her since she defeated the dragon in Sovngarde. But what happens when the...
