"My name is Laeilwyn Riverpool. I hail from Valenwood." I said to the soldier.
"Hmph. Not many wood elves would choose to come to Skyrim alone..." He commented.
Let's just say I was not in the best mood. In the last two hours, I had been arrested for no apparent reason, had all my possessions taken away, been dragged all the way to this mountain town (Helgen I think it's called), seen someone's head get chopped off, and now, it was my turn.
"I'll make sure your body gets delivered back to Valenwood." The soldier said.
"Step up to the block, Elf." The executioner said.
I walked up and got down on my knees. I rested my head on the tree stump. Hmph. The last thing I see before I die; a big, fat, sweaty soldier holding an axe. Fantastic. I closed my eyes. Just then, I heard a loud rumbling. I look up in the sky and see a huge, black dragon land on a tower to the North. He had blood red eyes full of unrelenting rage and large black spikes on his wings and back. Everyone around me was confused, and terrified.
This could get interesting. I thought to myself.
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I am Laeilwyn Riverpool (A Skyrim Adventure)
FanfictionLaeilwyn Riverpool has been a mercenary in Skyrim for a long time. Her elvish instincts and precision archery give her a distinct advantage when completing her jobs, but she wasn't always in this line of work. While travelling with her companion - f...
