Writes-Many-Posts
Champion of Grottos and Gremlins
Seven years from the day that the dragons were kicked out of Skyrim, seven peaceful years... Dragons were not completely banished of the Nords' land, but their attacks were much less frequent. Helgen had been transformed into a mine of diamonds, gold and silver, giving a lot of profit to the Empire, who hadn't much progress in the war, as the Stormcloaks' force was as strong as theirs. Every rebel was no longer executed in Helgen, but forced to mine.
The Brotherhood was wanted around all the province, since they had murdered the Emperor. Astrid and Nazir worked as a team to kill him. The soldiers had ravaged the Falkreath sanctuary and the Dark Brotherhood was forced to move to Dawnstar, yet all the members escaped, since it was just a sabbotage (*) to the sanctuary, no troops were sent to slaughter them inside.
The Thieves Guild was still cursed, no man wanted to join them for they were even poorer than the honest farmers. Mercer Frey was executed as he was caught pickpocketing in Solitude, a place with no influence by the Guild. And so, a new leader (*) of the Guild was chosen.
The College scavenged through Saarthal and managed to find a lot of odd jewelry with some uncommon powers. Through the Arcane Enchanting, they found out soon that those amulets couldn't be destroyed and still, their effect could be learned. A few time later mostly all of their apparel had triple enchantment strength and Saarthal improvements.
The Companions had almost totally vanquished the Silver Hands out of Skyrim. They only existed because they made a deal with vampires in order to strengthen themselves against the werewolves. The Silver Hands kidnapped people to feed the vampires, and in return the vempires provided them shelter.
But all that was about to change. Every single area of the province was about become different. While digging in Helgen, the slaves found an awkward tunnel. At it's size, it was enough to allow unseen movements of an entire army at once. The Imperials suspected about Stormcloak sabbotagging, so they executed the slaves who discovered the tunnel and sent a few scouts to patrol it and to keep any enemy away. Their wildest dreams didn't picture what was about to happen.
A week after the underground channel was discovered, the ground started to shake, making one of the towers that was rebuilt fall. The guards inside the keep came outside and looked to the sky for a dragon, and to the gates for a giant, but none of that was striking their fort this time. It was far worse...
A terrified man climbed quickly out of the channel. He had deep wounds all over his body and was blind in his right eye.
Leggate Rikke, who was coordinating the mine, recognized he was one of her scouts and asked him to report what happened down there. Yet, he barely gagged and fell, dead.
Steam came out of the tunnel and the hole opened up even more. A creature flew out it quickly. It was golden, and it flew ten times faster than a hawk. It was a dragon shaped dwarven automaton. The soldiers tried to fire arrows against it, but were deflected by the strong dwemer metal that replaced the dragon's scales. Breathing steam, the dwarven aero machine took out three archers on the top of the tower. Then the automaton landed and bit a few soldiers, until it was destroyed by Rikke with a war hammer. Yet it was far from over. Two more dragons flew out of the ground and started exhaling a strange green gas which was corrosive and made everything from flesh to wood melt, against the keep. The soldiers that were inside threw themselves out of there screaming with the burning pain. It was worse than fire.
One of the flying automatons crashed against the wall, took it down and remained with almost no damage. It didn't take long before all the fort was destroyed. Leggate Rikke lied dead under the ruins of the former great mine of Helgen, along with the other soldiers and prisoners.
Falmer came out of the channel after the rise of the stronghold. Surprisingly, their eyes managed to see in sunlight presence too. A centurion without it's core, which was replaced by a Falmer inside, was being carried by one of the automatons, which flew to Whiterun as it was the closest city there. Dropping the Centurion in the middle of Whiterun, the dragon fumed Dragonsreach right away, causing an unknown disease to spread over the Jarl, all his noble helpers and his Housecarl. The Centurion fired arrows and destroyed every house in it's path with a giant dwemer hammer. Half an hour was enough to make all Whiterun devastated. Everything but the Temple and Dragonsreach, which were both infected by the new disease was destroyed. The Companions retreated thanks to their new tactics man (*). To leave the city and retreat to the Falmer camp, the Falmer pilot battered the gate until it fell down, and went on its way back to Helgen, which would be from then on, the Falmer Army Campsite. It was official, Skyrim was not peaceful once again. Another war had just started.
A few weeks later, the disease had spreaded everywhere but Solitude, because they started a policy of checking every person who wished to enter the city's health condition and the College of Winterhold, since the cold was too much for the automatons' core to resist. The factions were all still alive, but they had to create headquarters under the ground, like the Guild and the Brotherhood and they had to hire mercenaries to guard the entrances for chaurus reapers, which were now in a demographic expansion since the Falmer harvested lots of eggs in the underground.
A few time later Solitude became under attack by a ship made of dwarven metal sailed by Falmer too. Their onagers and ballistas were strong enough to take down Solitude's wall in a matter of days. At least all the city was healthy. General Tullius, who forgot about the Stormcloaks, ordered messenger pidgeons with blood resistant to the epidemy due to alteration magic to fly around Skyrim with messages saying the following:
"Greetings, survivor.
If you are reading this, it means you are healthy and able to help the province of Skyrim.
If your desire is of coin, and to give a helping hand to the fellow survivors, please, head to Solitude. My alchemists shall make a test of your health and then you will be informed of the enemy, your task and your payment, if you are not infected of course.
General Tullius."
Unfortunately, the Alteration magic was not effective on human blood and all the survivors were still susceptible to the disease for it was needed to take action before the last spot of weapon smithing and soldier training of the province was taken down by the Falmer. Solitude could not fall.
The Brotherhood was wanted around all the province, since they had murdered the Emperor. Astrid and Nazir worked as a team to kill him. The soldiers had ravaged the Falkreath sanctuary and the Dark Brotherhood was forced to move to Dawnstar, yet all the members escaped, since it was just a sabbotage (*) to the sanctuary, no troops were sent to slaughter them inside.
The Thieves Guild was still cursed, no man wanted to join them for they were even poorer than the honest farmers. Mercer Frey was executed as he was caught pickpocketing in Solitude, a place with no influence by the Guild. And so, a new leader (*) of the Guild was chosen.
The College scavenged through Saarthal and managed to find a lot of odd jewelry with some uncommon powers. Through the Arcane Enchanting, they found out soon that those amulets couldn't be destroyed and still, their effect could be learned. A few time later mostly all of their apparel had triple enchantment strength and Saarthal improvements.
The Companions had almost totally vanquished the Silver Hands out of Skyrim. They only existed because they made a deal with vampires in order to strengthen themselves against the werewolves. The Silver Hands kidnapped people to feed the vampires, and in return the vempires provided them shelter.
But all that was about to change. Every single area of the province was about become different. While digging in Helgen, the slaves found an awkward tunnel. At it's size, it was enough to allow unseen movements of an entire army at once. The Imperials suspected about Stormcloak sabbotagging, so they executed the slaves who discovered the tunnel and sent a few scouts to patrol it and to keep any enemy away. Their wildest dreams didn't picture what was about to happen.
A week after the underground channel was discovered, the ground started to shake, making one of the towers that was rebuilt fall. The guards inside the keep came outside and looked to the sky for a dragon, and to the gates for a giant, but none of that was striking their fort this time. It was far worse...
A terrified man climbed quickly out of the channel. He had deep wounds all over his body and was blind in his right eye.
Leggate Rikke, who was coordinating the mine, recognized he was one of her scouts and asked him to report what happened down there. Yet, he barely gagged and fell, dead.
Steam came out of the tunnel and the hole opened up even more. A creature flew out it quickly. It was golden, and it flew ten times faster than a hawk. It was a dragon shaped dwarven automaton. The soldiers tried to fire arrows against it, but were deflected by the strong dwemer metal that replaced the dragon's scales. Breathing steam, the dwarven aero machine took out three archers on the top of the tower. Then the automaton landed and bit a few soldiers, until it was destroyed by Rikke with a war hammer. Yet it was far from over. Two more dragons flew out of the ground and started exhaling a strange green gas which was corrosive and made everything from flesh to wood melt, against the keep. The soldiers that were inside threw themselves out of there screaming with the burning pain. It was worse than fire.
One of the flying automatons crashed against the wall, took it down and remained with almost no damage. It didn't take long before all the fort was destroyed. Leggate Rikke lied dead under the ruins of the former great mine of Helgen, along with the other soldiers and prisoners.
Falmer came out of the channel after the rise of the stronghold. Surprisingly, their eyes managed to see in sunlight presence too. A centurion without it's core, which was replaced by a Falmer inside, was being carried by one of the automatons, which flew to Whiterun as it was the closest city there. Dropping the Centurion in the middle of Whiterun, the dragon fumed Dragonsreach right away, causing an unknown disease to spread over the Jarl, all his noble helpers and his Housecarl. The Centurion fired arrows and destroyed every house in it's path with a giant dwemer hammer. Half an hour was enough to make all Whiterun devastated. Everything but the Temple and Dragonsreach, which were both infected by the new disease was destroyed. The Companions retreated thanks to their new tactics man (*). To leave the city and retreat to the Falmer camp, the Falmer pilot battered the gate until it fell down, and went on its way back to Helgen, which would be from then on, the Falmer Army Campsite. It was official, Skyrim was not peaceful once again. Another war had just started.
A few weeks later, the disease had spreaded everywhere but Solitude, because they started a policy of checking every person who wished to enter the city's health condition and the College of Winterhold, since the cold was too much for the automatons' core to resist. The factions were all still alive, but they had to create headquarters under the ground, like the Guild and the Brotherhood and they had to hire mercenaries to guard the entrances for chaurus reapers, which were now in a demographic expansion since the Falmer harvested lots of eggs in the underground.
A few time later Solitude became under attack by a ship made of dwarven metal sailed by Falmer too. Their onagers and ballistas were strong enough to take down Solitude's wall in a matter of days. At least all the city was healthy. General Tullius, who forgot about the Stormcloaks, ordered messenger pidgeons with blood resistant to the epidemy due to alteration magic to fly around Skyrim with messages saying the following:
"Greetings, survivor.
If you are reading this, it means you are healthy and able to help the province of Skyrim.
If your desire is of coin, and to give a helping hand to the fellow survivors, please, head to Solitude. My alchemists shall make a test of your health and then you will be informed of the enemy, your task and your payment, if you are not infected of course.
General Tullius."
Unfortunately, the Alteration magic was not effective on human blood and all the survivors were still susceptible to the disease for it was needed to take action before the last spot of weapon smithing and soldier training of the province was taken down by the Falmer. Solitude could not fall.
