Curse of Cold harbor.

The black dragon

Rain fell on my face as I crossed the Bruma border leading to Skyrim. My brown curly hair was hanging in my face, soaked by the rain. As I strolled next to the trader's cart, We were stopped by imperial guards. I broke a sweat. This was the last thing I wanted to happen,

especially after what happened in Cyrodill.

'Shit, what am I going to do? I can't get caught... fuck!' I did the only thing I could think of. I put my hood over my head and hoped for the best. My hands were resting on my trusted sword Nightbane.

"Halt, Skyrim is at war state your business!"

The guard said as he stood firm, I inspected the situation as my green eyes scanned the surroundings.

Two guards behind me, another guard on the border post, he looked at us with his bow at the ready and two imperial soldiers and a captain in front of us. 'I'm fucked!'

"Open your barrels, trader! "A guard shouted from the back. I just decided to lay low and only speak when spoken to.

"O-of course, sir." The trader stumbled out, obviously scared for his life.

As the guards searched his cart and couldn't find anything, they told us to proceed. A brief moment of relief came over me as I took a few heavy steps thru the snow. But alas, that moment was short-lived as the Captain spoke up his hoarse Norse voice boulders.

"You Imperial take of your hood!!"

I sighed while removing my hood. 'Fuck almost got away with it. I guess Akatosh left me.'

My curly brown hair waved slightly in the wind as I turned around to face the Captain. My green eyes were looking at the pavement as I tried to hide my features from the guards.

"Wait, I know you. You are Dracar Carvar. You are wanted for attempting to kill the emperor!"

Great, now I had two choices get caught or run. The Imperial soldiers already had their weapons drawn. 'Well, it's not the first time at the end of Imperial steel.' I chuckled as I pulled Nightbane from it.

The pummel was made from obsidian and had the face of a dragon; two small garnets served as the eyes of the dragon. The hilt's guard was the dragon's Wings. All along the sword were ancient runes, which lit up as I took a fighting stance.

"Ha, you have balls Imperial, not like the other Cyrodillic milk drinkers!" The captain boulders.

Two soldiers came at me. I managed to duck underneath the first swing, as the other guy was already on me. Then, I managed to swing Nightbane up just in time to save my side from a nasty cut.

'fuck I'm shit at magic, but I got to in this situation.' So I thought as I concentrated all my Magicka in my left palm. The only spell I knew was flames, so I aimed it at the snow beneath the soldiers. After all, I didn't want to kill them and fuck up my new start in Skyrim.

As the snow melted under the soldier's feet, they lost their footing and slid down the mountain. 'Great, that's two down!'

I immediately regretted my loss of focus as an arrow hit me in the side. I fell to my knees as I gritted my teeth in pain. The last thing I saw was the Captain walking up to me as he hit me in the side of the head with his pummel.

I slowly began to wake up. I grabbed my head as I felt my whole body rock. And I had the worst headache ever as a troll hit me with a tree after a heavy night drinking Cyrodillic ale.

"So you are finally awake."

As my eyes adjusted to the morning light, I saw an immense hulky blonde Nord sitting in front of me. His Bright blue eyes are inspecting me.