Tales of Tamriel: A Beginning

Chapter 1

I was but a small boy when I was taken by those Nords from my home, Dragonstar, in Hammerfell. Taken here, to Rorikstead. I've always hated it here, all 20 years of it, nothing's changed, not a damn bit... I got here when I was 7 and was offered a home and food if I gave people rooms at the Frostfruit Inn. Heh, I had some good memories at this place with these damn Nords. Plenty of Travelers came from Cyrodiil and High Rock, all around really. Anyway, time flew and I didn't have anything else to do so I just stuck around, gambled, drank, tried to pick up the lute a few times, never could get it right.... I think that I best just stick to my own business, only ever fought at brawls at the bar and had a few bandit raids in the past, nothing much, normal iron armor. Been taking it slow, don't plan on doing anything soon, or ever for that matter. I think I'll settle down somewhere out in Haafingar before I die, become a farmer like my father. Don't plan on marrying or having kids, but there was that pretty gal that came into the Inn the other day, Kirginia, I think. She's the first Redguard traveler I've seen in quite awhile.
Not much happening here in Skyrim lately, All the holds seem to be doing well and the High Queen is fixing to pass the levitation act, don't mind much anyway, never used magic and don't plan on it anytime soon. There is some talk of a bandit group in Morthal, I'm sure it will be all sorted out by Queen Hania. Anyhow, I'd best be back to Thorek, He won't stop complaining how I won't pay him the 90 septims I owe him from last night.

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"Get your sorry ass over here, Hasell!" Thorek yelled, He was a well built man, A Breton, loves to gamble. Moved over from Evermor in High Rock when he was in his early 20's, lived in Rorikstead for a few years now, though he used to live in Morthal when he first came over. He left though, he said he couldn't stand Jarl Rulorn Adire, he never liked Altmer or Elves really. His family still lives over there though, they've been writing him asking him to come visit sometime, he says he will but hasn't made and plans yet. "Where is my money, Hasell!" Thorek exclaimed, looking a little more drunk than usual. " Winter is coming and I need money!" He said sipping his bottle of mead. "Relax, it's only the tenth of Rain's Hand." Hasell said, also drinking some mead. "Well I don't give two skeevers asses I want my money!" Thorek persisted. "Fine" Hasell said tossing a sack of coins at Thorek. He was upset how he lost it the night before, Hasell knew he wasn't good at Prophet's dice or Dice Jack, He was however good at The Battle of Heroes and Hasell knew that. He gave up the money however and went back to drinking and eating his lunch. He planned on getting some good sleep in tonight, but before that he must go to cowflop farm to help Han-Tulm harvest cabbage and potatoes, he promised that he would a few days ago but never got around to it. Han-Tulm ran the farm with his best friend Xal-Geh, but he had gone away to Whiterun to for a few days to buy some seeds, so that's why he needed Hasell's help.

A few hours past before he found himself with Han-Tulm, Han-Tulm didn't look like much of a fighter, but had the spirit of a frost troll. He had dreams of leaving Skyrim and going to Morrowind to find his son. His story is he found another Argonian back in Riften, He had the most incredible time with her, until one day they got a surprise, and she panicked. She refused to have the baby in Skyrim and insisted that she went back home to Black Marsh. Han-Tulm, however, did not agree with this and refused to go to Black Marsh. Then one morning, she was gone, just left and took nothing but one suitcase and a horse. He never heard from her again until one day, while he was waddling around in Ivarstead, a Courier brought him a letter from a Dunmer named Shali. She claimed that she had his son and was living in Narsis, She said that she helped a woman give birth to a male Argonian egg and that the woman died in birth. She said that the Argonian made it clear that she wanted the boy to be raised by her until Han-Tulm decided to go get him. Han-Tulm however did not believe the letter until they were persistent and explained how the child looked. He then swore to himself that one day when he had enough coin to make it, he would set out for Morrowind to find his son, that was nearly 15 years ago and he still hasn't even gotten himself a horse. He settled down in Rorikstead around 2 and a half years ago when he bought Cowflop farm off of Sosia Vulpin. She was a very rich Imperial as was her family who owned farms not only all over Skyrim but all over Tamriel. The plot itself cost 25,000 Septims much less the crops and animals, He always shed him why he didn't just use that coin to travel to Morrowind and Han-Tulm just said he wasn't ready. Which Hasell just found utterly stupid, but Han-Tulm was convinced he was going to make it, so Hasell didn't judge.

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Hasell woke up the next day looking for Thorek, he wasn't in the bed across from him in the basement where he usually was. He went up stairs and only saw Arathor Pinedale, a Bosmer who had been renting out the left room for about a month now, and that other Redguard Kirginia. He went outside and saw that Xal-Geh had returned and was helping Han-Tulm plant some new potatoes and cabbage. He saw Kuvar Black-Screw herding some cows with help of his two sons Asger and Ramth. Then he saw Aeri rocking her newborn son Rorik jr. as Rorik senior started walking towards the Inn. "Hey where is Thorek?" Hasell asked Rorik. "He went to see his family up north in Morthal." Rorik told him. "He said to leave you in charge of the Inn until he came back". "And did he say when that would be?" Hasell asked. "I dunno, better be sometime this month 'cause I don't trust you running that Inn". Hasell knew Rorik must have been extremely hungover from the night before because he usually thought very highly of Hasell. He decided to take this as an opportunity to prove himself and show he could be a great Innkeeper. After all, He didn't have anything else in mind to do, so he might as well have worked on being one so that Thorek would hand the Inn over to him when he got too old. Of course no one came in all day, except Asger and Ramth who loved to make fun of him. He enjoyed chatting with them but other than that he just drank and talked all day.
The whole week..... And the whole next week...... And the week after that....... and before he knew it it was the first of Second Seed and Thorek still wasn't back. He began to really start to worry, and then on the fourth of Second Seed he got a letter from a courier that said he was coming from Morthal. He ripped the letter open the moment he got it on his hands, it was from Thorek obviously. The letter read as follows.

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Dear, Hasell

As I'm sure you are aware I have been in Morthal much longer than I have anticipated. The Capitol has been taken over by Blackblood Marauders. Apparently they took over Fort Snowhawk and decided they wanted the Capitol as well. We are currently being held hostage and I was barely able to sneak this letter past them, if you receive this please send help of some kind.

From, a very desperate, Thorek

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Hasell was speechless, he was absolutely speechless, he knew there were a few bandit raids in Morthal but he didn't think it wasn't anything the guards couldn't handle. He knew that he must get them help, but what could he do? The guards from here couldn't go because then Rorikstead would be defenseless, besides, three guards couldn't take over all Hjaalmarch from bandits, hell the two hundred that were there couldn't defend it. And by the time word got to Whiterun or Solitude they might be dead already. "Queen Hania must know." Hasell thought, but if that were true then they wouldn't have been there for a month now. He saw one possibility, one only, he grabbed his sword and shield and ran to the courier. "I have a letter to send!" He exclaimed as he quickly jotted down a note to Queen Hania. "Get this to The High Queen" he told the courier. The courier took the letter and was off. He then approached Rorik, Kuvar, Arathor, and the three guards that were positioned there and told them of the situation with Thorek. "So what do you expect us to do?" Kuvar asked. "Well I want to attempt to reason with them." Hasell replied. "Ha, you really think you can reason with Marauders? They are ruthless! Just leave it be, Queen Hania will eventually just give them what they want." Arathor remarked. "NO" Hasell yelled startling everyone "THEY HAVE TAKEN OVER ALL OF HJAALMARCH AND THOREK SEEMED VERY AFRAID FOR HIS LIFE" Hasell exclaimed. "Now either you come with me and attempt to bargain with them or you stay here and feel guilty about how you let an innocent man die!" Hasell continued. "And what of my Kids? You know I don't trust Argonians, much less with my kids!" Kuvar contested. "I'm sure Aeri has no problem watching over them." Hasell objected. "Now are you with me or not!" Hasell yelled. "Goddamit, let's do it!" Pavo, a guard yelled. "Yeah let's do it!" Said Noster, another guard. "Now hold on." Rorik said. "We're going to leave this town in charge of some Argonians and one Nord woman who has three children to watch over?" Rorik remarked. "Unless you want to stay the-" He was interrupted by Rorik "Hell yeah, Let's do it!" He yelled out. "Let's save Thorek!" Kuvar exclaimed. "Yeah, For Thorek!" Surus, the third guard yelled. So they all grabbed their swords, axes, maces, and bows and doubled up on horses, as they only owned three. They informed the Argonians and Aeri of the situation and they were off to save the people of Morthal from Bandits with nothing but Pride, Sweat, and Guts..... and of course their weapons.