The warrior

Chapter one

My name is Ajax. I'm a nord. I came to Skyrim in search of a better life. I grew of in the imperial city. My father was a blacksmith, he was quite good at working the forge. He came up with new ways to make armor.  He used ebony and made it a light armor set by replacing some parts with a tempered leather and it offered the same protection as its heavy counterpart. He in time taught me his trade and I rose to his skill level with in only a few years. But when I wasn't working I was running around the city with my friend Nic, that guy had a hard life, his parents died of rockjoint when he was just a boy. His family and mine were quite close so my parents wanted to take him in but he was sent off to  the orphanage.  Sometimes he would sneak off and stay with us. But one thing that we didn't have in common was he stole and other wholesome activities. Now by the time I was seventeen I had crafted a suit of light ebony armor(without a helmet because I found any type of helm quite uncomfortable) I slighty changed the way I foged it from my father. In my set I had fingerless gloves with ebony plates on the back of the hand and on the nuckles.(it made it easier to use my sword) The best thing I foged though was my sword. A one handed ebony sword I called Nighthawk. I had been working all day and into the early hours of morning and I was exhausted so still in my armor and with weapons still in their scabbords I fell asleep in a chair that was in the shop. I had been sleeping for only an hour or so when I heard the sturdy wooden door of the shop break open and several Thalmor justiciars ran up stairs to were the house part of our two story shop. They hadn't noticed me yet so I ran up the stairs.  There were three agents pulling my cofused parents out of their bed and calling them Dirty Talos worshipers. I charged them killing one and started at the other two with Nighthawk. I wonded one by cutting his gut. Blood bubbled both from his stomach and his mouth " Damn...you." He spoke with acid rolling off his tounge. He cast a healing spell and got up. "Thats quite enough." He almost yelled. A evil smile bringing up the corners of his yellowish face. He sent a bolt of blue lightning at my chest before I could dodge I was on the ground unable to move. "Take these prisoners to the hideout." The hooded elf told an altmer woman who seemed to be his second in command. "Also, take care if him." He gestured to the agent I had killed earlier. With that smile still on his lips he knelt down near me and spoke coldly. "I'm going to enjoy getting information from you." Before I recived another shock that put me under. I woke up with a dull pain throughout my entire body. I was laying on a pile of old straw. I was dressed in a tuinc witch was made from burlap or something of the sort. Whatever it was it was itchy. I looked around. Rotten wooden planks made up the walls. Light came in bars and illuminated enough to see clearly. Off to my right was a door that looked like it led to another room in the shack. To my right were two other cages the one closest to me held my mother.  Then the next one across held my father. He was still out, a large brown and purple bruse on his eye explained his state. Infront of me was a door that must of led outside. I heard some voices coming from outside I laied down and predendend to be asleep. "Who shall we wake first captain?" An elven woman asked. "How about the one one who wanted to play hero last night." Ah, here to get your revege eh?  I thought to myself. Then I heard his voice. "Wakey wakey boy, you wouldn't want to miss any fun do you?"