It had been about a week since I had left and my feet were weary. I was about to stop and rest when I saw a group of nords walking in militarily fashion. dressed in blue tunics over chainmail. One in the center wearing thick fur and mail. he the one in the fur asked if I was lost and if I wanted to walk with them I got up and joined with the group. We walked for about another fifteen minutes ir so before I heard a battle cry at the front of the group then all around me. an imperial officer punched he in the faxe and tripped me before I could react. I looked up and saw his foot coming at me as he kicked me in the side the n again in the forehead. everything started to fade into darkness and then I went limp. I woke up and heard the wheels of a horse drawn carrage moveing on a stone path. my head was throbbing in pain. "Ah, you've finally come around. You were captured in thay imperial ambush same as us and that thief over there." "Curse you stormcloacks I could of stole the horse and been half way to Hammerfell by now. Empire was nice and lazy before you came along."
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Being dragonborn
FanfictionYou may know that the dragonborn was called by the gray beards to High hrothgar then defeted The world eater Alduin in sovengarde. but do you know the rest? what hapened before and after all that? I DO NOT own any characters or ideas from the popu...
