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These fan fiction fan stories are loosely based on a role play I have been doing I hope you enjoy
ERATHORN'S ROAD: THE JOURNEY TO FALKREATH
Erathorn awoke in a cold sweat in his bed roll inside Left hand mine outside of markarth. He had been dreaming the same dream for a month now, he was convinced it meant something. He stood running his hand across his two days worth of dark face stubble reflecting on the dream and it's vividness. The dragon coming out of no where as the Imperial legion attempted to execute faceless Stormcloak soldiers.
The dragon'a voice ringing his ears as the earth shook and meteors began to rain from the sky.
"This way Breton!!" A tall long haired Imperial soldier screamed to him, he gave chase. They moved and dodged through the screaming masses as buildings were set ablaze. As they came to the keep Stormcloak soldiers came between them and safety. As the legionnaire buried his Imperial sword in ones stomach Erathorn fired a lightning bolt into the face of the second causing him to do a perfect back flip and land in a smoking heap on the ground. He and this legionnaire made their way Into the keep. As the legionnaire turned to him and said
"My name is hadvar" the keep shook and Erathron awoke . It was decided he would take the money he'd earned at the mine and make his way to Helgen and investigate.
He made his way to his foreman who was just stirring not far away.
" gorajar, I'm leaving this morning you will need to seek a new miner " Erathorn proclaimed. The old nord did not look pleased a he arose to look Erathron in the eye. He was grizzled and ancient
"What boy!? You would abandon me now in the middle of spring when every able bodies person in the reach has work?!" The spat in a rage. Erathorn stood there, 22 ,young and strong due to his work in the mines and the training he had received from the knights mentor he had received at the school of julianos in high rock growing up as an orphan.
" I have to Gorajar, something big is happening, I have to do something to stop it." Erathorn replied his voice strong and steady.
" leave my mine you foolish boy!! Now! Don't expect to see your last weeks pay! If I ever see you here again I'll kill you my self!" Gorajar screamed. Erathorn simply nodded collecting his satchel and pick axe exiting the mine up the narrow corridor full of stale air smelling of metal and sulphur, towards the dim light of the rising sun.
Outside he wandered a little ways down the road towards the river and a small farm. He took a seat on a low stone wall removing one of his two loaves of bread and his mostly full water skin. As he are he peered towards the river. The light of tomorrow was peeking over the mountains of skyrim to the east, but he could jut make out the faint glow of a campfire by the river bed.
After finishing half his load of bread he made his way to the river bed. Three kajiit were camped here, traveling merchants from the looks of them and a body guard. He approached the kajjit sitting by the fire.
" hail kajjit!" Erathorn proclaimed as he approached "I'd look at your wares" the kajjit a head turned his feline pupils wide and dilated.
"Welcome miner what can I interest you in? A new pickaxe perhaps?" The kajjit inquired politely in their slow foreign draw.
"No, armor and a sword " Erathorn answered assuredly. The kajjit's brow rose. He turned to the tent not far away.
"Take a look" the kajjit said motioning to the inside of the tent. Erathorn made his way over to the tent peering inside at this beast folk's wares. a set of iron armor with gauntlets and boots caught his eye and a mages hood, also strewn with potions and good was an Iron sword. He bought the armor, the sword, some food,some salt, a tinderbox, a bearskin traveling cloak and a bed roll. Most of his gold was spent now but he had everything he would need for the road to helgen. He thanked the kajjit as he lugged his haul a little ways down the road stopping to exchange his miner'a attire for the armor and mages hood, strapping the sword to his side. The rest was stored in his large backpack. He set his course east.
Erathorn knew this road was crawling with bandits, he would have to be on the look out at all times. He followed the road, and the signs for falkreath . The first half of the day was uneventful, aside from some wild life the roads were deserted. He sat on a large rock at the base of a hill to enjoy some fresh apples and some water, staring up at the large mountain that bordered the road.
He was so engrossed with the beauty of it he didn't hear the bandits approaching. An arrow wizzed past his face bouncing off the stone wall of the mountain. Erathorn dove forward dropping his back pack and drawing his sword there were three of them about 100 yards out. 'Julianos guide me in my path to wisdom' Erathorn thought as he focused his energy and launched the lightning bolt hitting the archer square in the chest sending him flying backwards a hole singed where his heart use to be.
The other two charged, one a large Orc wearing steel armor brandishing a steel battle axe the other a nord in fur armor with two steel swords. Erathorn only had enough time for one more spell before they closed on him he chose his target quickly. He knew he would have a better chance close quarters with the nord. As he launched his second lighting bolt he stumbled over a loose cobble in the road, his aim was botched and the Orc was hit in the left knee collapsing. The nord kept coming .
As the nord closed on him Erathorn let out a torrent of flames from his left hand setting the fur armor of his assailant ablaze. The man dropped his swords and began to writhe on the ground. In one swift motion Erathorn plunged his sword into the mans neck, ending his suffering. He made his way to the Orc who lay twenty feet away. Erathorn stopped just out of his reach.
" what is your name Orc?!" He demanded. The Orc starred at him, malice in his eyes, remaining silent.
"I'm going to give you one more chance Orc, and then I'm going to take off your head. What is your name ?" Erathorn said in a level but angry tone. This time the Orc responded, begrudgingly.
"Ak-shul" the Orc replied in a tone if fury and lightly masked pain. The leg was broken and the muscle and flesh severely burnt. As little skill as a healer as Erathorn had he could still tell.
" Ak-Shul I'm an honorable man. I don't like needless killing, and I don't like to kill the defenseless. I'm going to let you love today but when I make it to falkreath I am going to inform the guards you are a bandit and of your location." With that Erathorn tossed a load of bread and two apples to the Orc and continued on his way.
For a while Erathorn could feel the Ak-Shul's gaze on him until he was out of sight.
That night Erathorn set up camp in a small delapitated shack on the side of the cobble road, tucked back in the woods. He built a small fire and prepared a stew of rabbit, carrots, and potatoes. After he ate ,and drank one of the few bottles of honingbrew mead he had procured from the kajjit trader, he lay on his bed roll looking around the dimly lot shack. The fire in the hearth was dying coals now and some moonlight shine through the holes in the ceiling he thought of his child hood. The bandit attack had stirred up the memory in him today and it had been on his mind since.
The door of their high rock home busted in, bandits pouring in . His father was a battle mage for the knights mentor, well trained in armed combat, combat and supportive magic. There were too many bandits he was over run and his throat slit. He remembered his mother slipping the hastily scrawled note into his hand and telling him to run. Run to the school of julianos.
Urdor was the hae scholar there. He was raised by the scholars. They taught him magic, how to read, write, and mathematics. The knights mentor taught him even more. Avanor the captain of the high rock branch took Erathorn under his wing teaching him how to use a sword. How to use and maintain heavy armors, and battle tactics.
However Erathorn had always despised killing, justified or other wise . He left high rock 10 years after the death of his parents. He came to skyrim, to the reach, and began working as a miner. He had been here 4 years now, he was in his 22nd year.
Soon sleep took him a little after midnight.
He was awoken by the sun as it broke the mountains to the east. He packed up an ate an apple before continuing on his way to falkreath.
The road wound through the pine forests of southern skyrim. Spring was in full swing, he could smell the mountain flowers in bloom. He took down three wolves in between the shack and falkreath, most of the trip however was in eventful. As he walked through the gates of falkreath the sun was setting in the west he made his way to the inn to eat and rest and prepare for the trip to helgen. He closed his eyes in the bed of the dead man's drink the dream started all over again...
To be continued...
Aren Direfrost... Witchhunter
ERATHORN'S ROAD: THE JOURNEY TO FALKREATH
Erathorn awoke in a cold sweat in his bed roll inside Left hand mine outside of markarth. He had been dreaming the same dream for a month now, he was convinced it meant something. He stood running his hand across his two days worth of dark face stubble reflecting on the dream and it's vividness. The dragon coming out of no where as the Imperial legion attempted to execute faceless Stormcloak soldiers.
The dragon'a voice ringing his ears as the earth shook and meteors began to rain from the sky.
"This way Breton!!" A tall long haired Imperial soldier screamed to him, he gave chase. They moved and dodged through the screaming masses as buildings were set ablaze. As they came to the keep Stormcloak soldiers came between them and safety. As the legionnaire buried his Imperial sword in ones stomach Erathorn fired a lightning bolt into the face of the second causing him to do a perfect back flip and land in a smoking heap on the ground. He and this legionnaire made their way Into the keep. As the legionnaire turned to him and said
"My name is hadvar" the keep shook and Erathron awoke . It was decided he would take the money he'd earned at the mine and make his way to Helgen and investigate.
He made his way to his foreman who was just stirring not far away.
" gorajar, I'm leaving this morning you will need to seek a new miner " Erathorn proclaimed. The old nord did not look pleased a he arose to look Erathron in the eye. He was grizzled and ancient
"What boy!? You would abandon me now in the middle of spring when every able bodies person in the reach has work?!" The spat in a rage. Erathorn stood there, 22 ,young and strong due to his work in the mines and the training he had received from the knights mentor he had received at the school of julianos in high rock growing up as an orphan.
" I have to Gorajar, something big is happening, I have to do something to stop it." Erathorn replied his voice strong and steady.
" leave my mine you foolish boy!! Now! Don't expect to see your last weeks pay! If I ever see you here again I'll kill you my self!" Gorajar screamed. Erathorn simply nodded collecting his satchel and pick axe exiting the mine up the narrow corridor full of stale air smelling of metal and sulphur, towards the dim light of the rising sun.
Outside he wandered a little ways down the road towards the river and a small farm. He took a seat on a low stone wall removing one of his two loaves of bread and his mostly full water skin. As he are he peered towards the river. The light of tomorrow was peeking over the mountains of skyrim to the east, but he could jut make out the faint glow of a campfire by the river bed.
After finishing half his load of bread he made his way to the river bed. Three kajiit were camped here, traveling merchants from the looks of them and a body guard. He approached the kajjit sitting by the fire.
" hail kajjit!" Erathorn proclaimed as he approached "I'd look at your wares" the kajjit a head turned his feline pupils wide and dilated.
"Welcome miner what can I interest you in? A new pickaxe perhaps?" The kajjit inquired politely in their slow foreign draw.
"No, armor and a sword " Erathorn answered assuredly. The kajjit's brow rose. He turned to the tent not far away.
"Take a look" the kajjit said motioning to the inside of the tent. Erathorn made his way over to the tent peering inside at this beast folk's wares. a set of iron armor with gauntlets and boots caught his eye and a mages hood, also strewn with potions and good was an Iron sword. He bought the armor, the sword, some food,some salt, a tinderbox, a bearskin traveling cloak and a bed roll. Most of his gold was spent now but he had everything he would need for the road to helgen. He thanked the kajjit as he lugged his haul a little ways down the road stopping to exchange his miner'a attire for the armor and mages hood, strapping the sword to his side. The rest was stored in his large backpack. He set his course east.
Erathorn knew this road was crawling with bandits, he would have to be on the look out at all times. He followed the road, and the signs for falkreath . The first half of the day was uneventful, aside from some wild life the roads were deserted. He sat on a large rock at the base of a hill to enjoy some fresh apples and some water, staring up at the large mountain that bordered the road.
He was so engrossed with the beauty of it he didn't hear the bandits approaching. An arrow wizzed past his face bouncing off the stone wall of the mountain. Erathorn dove forward dropping his back pack and drawing his sword there were three of them about 100 yards out. 'Julianos guide me in my path to wisdom' Erathorn thought as he focused his energy and launched the lightning bolt hitting the archer square in the chest sending him flying backwards a hole singed where his heart use to be.
The other two charged, one a large Orc wearing steel armor brandishing a steel battle axe the other a nord in fur armor with two steel swords. Erathorn only had enough time for one more spell before they closed on him he chose his target quickly. He knew he would have a better chance close quarters with the nord. As he launched his second lighting bolt he stumbled over a loose cobble in the road, his aim was botched and the Orc was hit in the left knee collapsing. The nord kept coming .
As the nord closed on him Erathorn let out a torrent of flames from his left hand setting the fur armor of his assailant ablaze. The man dropped his swords and began to writhe on the ground. In one swift motion Erathorn plunged his sword into the mans neck, ending his suffering. He made his way to the Orc who lay twenty feet away. Erathorn stopped just out of his reach.
" what is your name Orc?!" He demanded. The Orc starred at him, malice in his eyes, remaining silent.
"I'm going to give you one more chance Orc, and then I'm going to take off your head. What is your name ?" Erathorn said in a level but angry tone. This time the Orc responded, begrudgingly.
"Ak-shul" the Orc replied in a tone if fury and lightly masked pain. The leg was broken and the muscle and flesh severely burnt. As little skill as a healer as Erathorn had he could still tell.
" Ak-Shul I'm an honorable man. I don't like needless killing, and I don't like to kill the defenseless. I'm going to let you love today but when I make it to falkreath I am going to inform the guards you are a bandit and of your location." With that Erathorn tossed a load of bread and two apples to the Orc and continued on his way.
For a while Erathorn could feel the Ak-Shul's gaze on him until he was out of sight.
That night Erathorn set up camp in a small delapitated shack on the side of the cobble road, tucked back in the woods. He built a small fire and prepared a stew of rabbit, carrots, and potatoes. After he ate ,and drank one of the few bottles of honingbrew mead he had procured from the kajjit trader, he lay on his bed roll looking around the dimly lot shack. The fire in the hearth was dying coals now and some moonlight shine through the holes in the ceiling he thought of his child hood. The bandit attack had stirred up the memory in him today and it had been on his mind since.
The door of their high rock home busted in, bandits pouring in . His father was a battle mage for the knights mentor, well trained in armed combat, combat and supportive magic. There were too many bandits he was over run and his throat slit. He remembered his mother slipping the hastily scrawled note into his hand and telling him to run. Run to the school of julianos.
Urdor was the hae scholar there. He was raised by the scholars. They taught him magic, how to read, write, and mathematics. The knights mentor taught him even more. Avanor the captain of the high rock branch took Erathorn under his wing teaching him how to use a sword. How to use and maintain heavy armors, and battle tactics.
However Erathorn had always despised killing, justified or other wise . He left high rock 10 years after the death of his parents. He came to skyrim, to the reach, and began working as a miner. He had been here 4 years now, he was in his 22nd year.
Soon sleep took him a little after midnight.
He was awoken by the sun as it broke the mountains to the east. He packed up an ate an apple before continuing on his way to falkreath.
The road wound through the pine forests of southern skyrim. Spring was in full swing, he could smell the mountain flowers in bloom. He took down three wolves in between the shack and falkreath, most of the trip however was in eventful. As he walked through the gates of falkreath the sun was setting in the west he made his way to the inn to eat and rest and prepare for the trip to helgen. He closed his eyes in the bed of the dead man's drink the dream started all over again...
To be continued...
Aren Direfrost... Witchhunter
