The Phantom
Consulting Criminal
The Empire of Tamriel is on the edge. The High King of Skyrim has
been murdered.
Alliances form as claims to the throne are made. In the midst of this conflict, a far more dangerous, ancient evil is awakened. Dragons, long lost to the passages of the Elder Scrolls, have returned to Tamriel.
The future of Skyrim, even the Empire itself, hangs in the balance as they wait for the prophesized Dragonborn to come; a hero born with the power of The Voice, and the only one who can stand amongst the dragons.
I awoke to the sound of clapping hooves across a paved road, the sound being easily recognisable from my many journeys. As I slowly adjusted to the light, I turned my head away until my vision was nigh perfect again. Slowly, I surveyed my surroundings and saw that I was in a carriage and my hands bound. "Damn" I thought "Perhaps I could use my fangs to bite the bindings off... Actually that could prove most unwise as I'm heavily outnumbered and there are archers posted everywhere." I proceeded to check my sleeve to see if my black soul gem was still there. To my luck it was and chuckled quietly to myself at how lazy the Imperials had gotten with their prisoners. My plan was to use it to cut my bindings and after me and my cousin, Greywin, had escaped from Helgen together; cast a potent soul trap spell on myself and stab the gem into Greywin just as I die. Thus transferring my consciousness and soul into Greywin (His swapping into the gem) and finally being rid of my now weak body. Until recently the Thalmor were holding me captive and torturing me for years, leaving my body weak, broken and useless. Annoyingly I was snapped out of my thoughts by the words of a Stormcloak soldier sitting across from me, stating the blatantly obvious fact that I was now awake. A man next to him dressed in beggars rags began to argue with him about how if it wasn't for the Stormcloak presence then he would not have been caught stealing the horse. I also realised I would not have been caught crossing the border if not for the Stormcloaks. I decided to see just what my situation was and surveyed the general area this time. Sitting to his right were a few more prisoners, some seemed to look like they could handle themselves and others just plain insane. What worried me however, was that a rather important man was also in the carriage. Bound and gagged, clad in noble finery was Ulfric Stormcloak himself. Only now did I fully realise the gravity of this situation. I looked to my left and saw that we were approaching Helgen, home to one of two chopping blocks in Skyrim. My fears were confirmed when I heard a sentry yell "General Tullius sir! The headsman is waiting." My eyes widened immediately as I furiously thought about how the Imperials were going to ruin my plan! I calmed myself down and began to formulate another plot. Instead I would require a lot more precision or I might end up dead permanently. The plan was that as I was being executed I would subtly cut my bindings and just as the headsman was swinging the axe I would quickly cast the soul trap and throw the gem like a knife at Greywin, who would no doubt would be attending the executions. Satisfied with the plan, I grinned to myself and thought about how I would do what no assassin had done before. I was going to cheat death! There was no more time to double check the plan as we finally arrived in Helgen. We all stepped off the carriage one by one as an Imperial Legate ordered "Go to the block when we call your names! One at a time."