Stormcloak Stories

I awoke in a shanking carriage. I noticed three men, all nords, were sat around me. All of us had our hands tied apart from one fellow who had his mouth tied too. "Finally, your awake." Said one nord. I said nothing, just tried to embrace what was going on. "Oh god, where are they taking us?" Squirmed another. "Oi! Quiet back there!" Commanded the carriage driver. "Ah.. Helgen. I was sweet on a girl from here once." Said the first man, confirming where we were. The carriage drew to a halt and we all got out.

Two halves of a whole. That's what my brother and I are. As we were little, no one could tell the difference between us. After all we are twins. But as time progressed, and we grew older, it became easier to tell us apart. And that is when things became dangerous. You see, when I reached the age for maturity my brother forbid me to go out on my own. He said it was for my safety, though I didn't believe him. I was stupid not to. And because of my stupidity, our lives were changed forever. My brother, in a desperate attempt to protect me from a feral Vampire that happened across my wounded form, became a Vampire himself. While I....was forcibly turned into a Werewolf due to the creature that had gotten to me just moments before. Now we live in solitude, hiding away from the rest of the world while doing our best to survive. Taking odd jobs when in need of coin and hunting for fresh meat and blood to keep us filled. For years we lived like this, peaceful and safe from harm. But it seems as if the Gods have other plans for us. Plans that place the fate of Nirn in our hands and the lives of many on our shoulders.

Everest is the daughter of Ulfric  Stormcloak. Her mother had past away when she was only an infant and she was left to be raised by her father. She has a sister that was a few years older then her. Her name is Mera. They where both raised to be great warriors. Mera went down the path her father had wanted and she is the leader of the Stormcloak remmants. She is always in the field and is only home for visits once in a while. Now Everest on the other hand went down a different Path. Yes she still is known as a Stormcloak but she's a bit different. She likes to disappear from the manor and come back a few hours or even days later. She's the heir of the throne when her father dies. He fought hard for her to be the heir because she was a female and not male. Everest was taught how to fight like a great warrior. She was also taught a lot of political things so she would make a good heir for the throne. Most people that didn't know the Stormcloaks personally would say she is just used as a heir to the throne so the family's legacy carries on but that's not that case. Her father cares for her dearly but just doesn't show it. He can be hard on her but that's only because he wants her to succeed. Everest decided to leave the palace completely for a while. Her life will change and she will be surrounded by love and death at the same time. This story takes place after Ulfric gets captured by the imperials.

These are character ideas, and characters that I use, most are connected, many I use in my other two stories. Most are not from the character's direct point of view, I might also do some character x character ones, we shall see. Also the images I use for headers are the characters.

a fan fiction of the stormcloaks this is of skyrim and it's a story of the stormcloaks against the imperial army

A scarred Khajiit far from his homeland comes to the harsh lands of Skyrim as a Bounty Hunter. Met with hatred and prejudiced during such a turbulent time in the Province. He faces hardships everyday. If the wild animals don't kill him, then the xenophobic Nords just might.

The Dragon Crisis is over twenty-five years past, as is Skyrim's bloody civil war. The Dragonborn, the legendary hero who slayed the World-Eater, is dead, leaving his daughter behind to finish his final mission. But Amelsa Dragontooth is up to the challenge. She alone has the secrets her father died trying to protect from the hands of the Thalmor, an organization of elven supremacists believing they are the true rulers of Tamriel. Now she is faced with the perilous task of getting the information to her father's closest and most valuable friend, High King Ulfric Stormcloak, while avoiding Thalmor agents and bounty hunters at every turn. Follow the events of the daughter of the Dragonborn and her fight against the Thalmor. Note: I do not own the cover art.

When a young Nord finds in himself the ancient power of magic, and watches his family and hometown destroyed by the death of his mother at the hands of Empire, he becomes engrossed in the ever-changing civil war that plagues Skyrim. Bloodstained battlefields, treachery and madness spread before him as he strives to destroy the tyranny of Legate Adventus, but is all as it would seem? Can he find his voice before he, and his people, are silenced? Can he discover who is really pulling the strings?

Ven was nine years old when a raid destroys everything she knows and loves. She knows only one word to identify the people who did this, but that is quite enough- Imperials. A decade later, while returning from Cyrodiil, she is captured by the Imperials at the border and is sent to her execution unjustly. However, she meets the Stormcloaks, who fight for freedom from Imperial rule, and escapes her death thanks to a dragon attack, while learning she is not alone in despising the Empire. Ven is now going down a path of revenge and will stop at nothing to see it through. However, will it destroy her in the end? Or will she find peace instead? This is the story of the main quest line, followed by a much modified Civil War quest line. To my fellow authors Adhyanth and Malgeres for all the encouragement, input and motivation you give me. And to those who care enough to spend their time reading this, thank you. The sequel The Fall of Empires is here: http://my.w.tt/UiNb/1AC1Co5nKx

[Various x Reader] "Skyrim and Warcraft, both are a world of strife and ripped apart by war. There is little to no room for true love... or is it?". These are one shot romance stories from these two games, I saw these stuff are pretty low count in my opinion so I decided to make one.

A skyrim story that is about the travels of a nord called Floki who ends up being someone who is meant to save the world from a force that is so dangerous even the divines are sort of afraid of it but some different stuff like death of some people in the main story line

It's cold in Skyrim the snow is piling up high, and everything is slowly freezing.....lakes....oceans....wildlife....civilization. It's the coldest winter in history in all of Tamriel. There has to be some sort of explanation the temperature doesn't stop rising, all and everything will become solid ice....and it's been like this ever since the evening star. There's only one hope, to make the unending freezing stop, but the dragon born has long vanished....after defeating Alduin.

Vyrmilia Telvanni-Septim has been captured by Imperials and accused of a crime she did not commit. After spending many years and granted longer lifespan, Vyrmilia must learn about her true self. About why she came to Skyrim.

This is the first in a series of fanfictions about my Orc character Manorak in Skyrim.

In Skyrim, legends of dragons ravaging the land are an expected reality but after Alduin (the World Eater said to bring the End of Days) awakes and resurrects the sleeping bones of the dragons, Skyrim is thrown into utter chaos. Tales of a mysterious hero known as 'Dovahkiin' or Dragonborn, stir the spirits of those dwelling the kingdom, bringing faith to some and doubt to most. As wars and death plague the land, an assassin raised by the darkness finds no reason to concern herself with the Dovah or any other supernatural happenings, but when her one objective is ruined, she sets out to even the score with the perpetrator.

Daenerys Nightbrook is a Bosmer, who is stuck living in Windhelm after her home in Valenwood was attacked by the Thalmor. She faces harassment and discrimination from some of the Nords there, but always tries to keep a smile on her face. But one day she is forced to pack up and leave. Her journey takes her to the rugged mountains of The Reach, the hallowed halls of Jorrvaskr and the battlefield of a war-torn Skyrim. In the midst of it all Daenerys finds herself with a strange attraction to someone she should definitely stay away from. Could it be her undoing?

"Praised be Azura, for her wisdom is unmeasured by all.".

I, Kisvar, the only known Dragonborn, have defeated Alduin in Sovngarde. I joined the side of the Stormcloaks in the Civil War, and the Empire is subdued once and for all. Skyrim is at peace, and I am renowned across the Nine Holds. You might think my life has slowed down some now, right? That I'm taking a well-earned break from adventuring? .... No. I make my living as an adventurer, and in secret, as the Guildmaster of the Thieves Guild. I thrive on adventure and attention. You wouldn't take a break from breathing, would you? Didn't think so. Now I'm starting on a new quest, one that started with two strangely-dressed men and an order to kill me from some person named Miraak....

"You seem awfully melancholy, ma'am. May I ask what's ailing you?" He is sincere in his words, but I know he's just asking to be polite. "Aye, the better question is what isn't troubling me," I mutter gloomily. Before the kind Bosmer can respond, his rude Nordic friend interrupts. "You look like you just crawled out of a cemetery. Are you sure you aren't one of those draugr come back to life?" He laughs and claps the Bosmer on the back heartily. A humorless smile plays on my lips, "Don't worry, friend." I put extra venom into the word 'friend.' "I've been dead far too long to come back to life." ••• Winter Iron-heart is a Stormcloak soldier with a heavy weight on her shoulders. She carries the burdens of guilt, sorrow, and regret. After helping the Stormcloaks to victory, she should be happy. Relieved. Joyous, even. But Winter can't forgive Ulfric, her fellow soldiers, or herself. Herself especially.