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The WIndrider Part 1: Forging


Started by Mr47
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DISCLAIMER: I am by no means a professional writter. Just a guy who likes to write, has a "medicated" brain and a lot of time to think up stuff. If you wish to offer opinions you are more than welcome. If you do so just to be a douche....PISS OFF!!! Enjoy :)



In one smooth motion, Dromik drew his axe and slammed in into the table in front of him spliting it in two. "So you're a coward then are you?" he screamed. "What happend to Mathius Windrider, the skilled and noble warrior that would just as well die then see his country flooded with Imperial military? What happend to the man who saved my skin on more than one occation in battles so fierce I had made my peace with the divines long before the battle began. What happened to the man who called me brother and fought by my side for 15 years as we purged our homeland from the filthy Imperial and Dominon hoards? Has his spirit forsaken the glory of Sovengarde to simply accept misery and slow death?" A long silence echoed through the house...then Mathius answered, "Yes. Call me what you will, but the days of my fighting are long over. I still consider you my brother, and I always will, but my grief and love for that little girl is too great for me to risk leaving her in this world alone. She has lost far too much over the past month and I would not risk her loosing the last thing she holds dear. With Evaslyn and all her siblings dead from the trolls, her father will not risk the same fate to leave her at the mercy of all the threat that rises again in Cyrodiil and beyond. There is no one in this vile pit of a village that would care for her and i have not the coin or the family to send her off." Sheathing his axe Dromik replied "I'm sure Heilesya would not want her father to die a fearful shroud of a man. I'm sure she would want her father to fulfill his glorious destiny to die in battle as our Nord ancenstors before us." "THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER!" Mathius screamed as her threw a chair in Dromik's direction. "My daughter needs me alive. We have both lost enough to the trolls and they will be the only thing I will be fighting now. They came here once, they will come again." A parade of horses rides by Mathius' house but the two take no notice. "Trolls are the least of my worries." Dromik returned. "Why would they come to the surface for this village? They are territorial creaters that would only attack if provoked. The Imperials know the main roads and mountain passes are watched over by scouts from the court of the High King of Skyrim, and the High King knows the Imperals are working harder than ever with all resourses given to them by the Dominion to invade our land and change the Nord way as we know it. Talos himself would descend upon Skyrim to wipe the whole of the Empire from Tamriel before he saw his home swallowed by the evil and coruption that the Empire stands for. I for one will not stand aside and let that happen. I will feast in Sovengarde with Ysgramor all of the heros that our fathers told us stories about, while you wither away and bury yourself in pity." As Dromik turned to leave, young Heilesya burst through the door. "Papa! Papa! Imperials are pouring out of the mine! They are clapping men and boys in irons and taking them away on horses!" Snatching his weapons from above the fire place, Mathius directs Dromik to follow. "Stay inside love." Mathius comanded his daughter.

"But papa..."
"NO EXCUSES! Just do as I ask!"
"I will not leave you!"
Her words were too late...

As Mathius and Dromik closed the door behind them, they saw a trio of guards standing in a triangle putting the village chieftain in wrist and leg irons. "You filthy Imperial bastards have no right to do this! The High King with have you drawn and quarterd for this!" the chieftain exclaimed. The guard standing at the middle of the triangle cracks him with a club."Quiet you! We will show this 'High King' of yours that his people will build the very instruments of war that will be his ending. When mighty Skyrim falls, when the walls of Windhelm and the Hall of Kings burn to the ground, all of Tamriel will kneel before the power of the Empi...." His speach was cut deathly short. A throwing axe flew between his two companions and spit his head square between the eyes. A second axe cleaved into the skull of the guard standing in front of the chieftain. The guard applying the irons turned to his left just in time for a well placed arrow from the bow of Dromik to scewer his eye, coming through the back of his skull. The chieftain looked around like he has just missed something important. Mathius retrieved his axes from the heads of the two gurads as Dromik removed the irons.

"You must ride for Helgen!" Mathius said to the chieftain. "Guard Captain Soulstras War-born must be told of this. Tell her Skyrim's armies must be raised."
"Agreed." He replied
"I must ask something else of you. Please take my daughter with you. I would not see her be swallowed by this rable."
"It will be done Mathius. Talos guide you both!"

As the chieftain ran for his horse, a batalian of 400 Imperials converged on Dromik and Mathius. Both men drew their weapons. Dromik drew his battleaxe as Mathius drew his blade. Both weapons were once dripping with Imperial blood, but Mathius and his blade had not see as much as Dromik had in the past few years.

"Still think the trolls were simply an occurance?" Dromik questioned through grinding teeth.
"It appears I have no choice but to accept my fate." Mathius said as he squeezed the hilt of his sword.
"The blessed feasting awaits us both my brother. Let us not dissapoint mighty Ysgramor!"

As the two dug their feet into the ground in preperation of the fight to come, a small voice was herd piercing all the comotion like an arrow through the breeze. "PAPA!" Mathius looked over his sholder to see Heilesya push 10 Imperials out of her way to get to him. "HEILESYA NO! GO BACK!" He took two steps towards her as the 400 Imperials surged forward. The very sight of his daughter caused such a distraction Mathius had not the chance to defend himself. He and Dromik we shoved to the ground and beaten until they could hardly breath. With the last bit of his strength, Mathius lifted his head to find his daughter, for he was sure this was the last time he would see her beautiful face again. Thoughts of her life after his death creeped into his mind as he struggled to open his eyes. His eyes found her. He saw her body on the ground with a growing pool of blood running through the feet of an Imperial soldier that was standing over her. As he moved aside, Mathius looked straight into her lifeless eyes, her skull cracked open like an egg. The thoughts of her marrige and childeren were erased by pure, blinding rage. His blood began to boil with anger and hatred as he released a roar so loud it may have shook the very foundation of the Jerall Mountains just outside the village. The Imperial Commander stepped forward and struck Mathius in the head with a club. His head bounced off the ground. He fell unconsious. As the two men were dragged away, the Commander said "These men are far to dangerous to be kept alive. They will be executed in Bruma for all the city to see as an example to their Nord bretheren. They will be among the first to be used to show that the Empire does not respond well to traiters and that all of Tamriel should heed the same warning."
From the deepest death pain came rushing back in to his body. As he gasped for air, the others around him woke from their sleep and rose to aid him. When he finally could breath again, Mathius saw 4 figures. One of them seemed to take a great interest in him. "By the eight are you alright?" He knew that voice. "They killed her." he replied as he gasped for more air. "I saw it. I saw her." Dromik lowered his head. "I am sorry my friend. We were not fast enough."
"This failure falls on me Dromik. My worst horrors have been realised and the blood is on my hands." As Mathius sits up and pulls himself towards the wall of the cell, Dromik lifts him up and places him at the base of the wall. "Thank you."
"How did you do that?" Dromik asked.
"What?"
"I saw that Imperial clock you." Dromik explained. After your head hit the ground, you just stood straight up and glared into his eyes. Before I could try to fight free, you had already kill eight men. In total the count was 17 before they brought you down. We should be dead. They clearly have plans for us and have been checking on you daily since we arrived." Mathius was very confused. "How long have we been here." he asked? "3 days, but I could care less about that right now. I want to know how did you suddenly learn to fight like that?"
"The blood on my hands must be repaid or I will never see Sovengard with you brother." Mathius replied. "In my journey through the reaches of death and time I was visited apon by might Shor himself. It is by his charge we shall repay it. Our time of glory seems to be laid at our feet my friend. This is when we make our seat at the blessed feasting."
The two hear footsteps coming down the stairs just outside their cell. "They are coming for you." Dromik said with a worried voice. "Fear not" Mathius ensured him. "The divines favor us this day." The two guards stop in front of the cell and begin to unlock the door. "Well look at that. He is alive after all. Looks like I just made myself 50 gold." said one. The other shook his head in disgust as he swang to door to the cell open. The two men pulled Mathius out the cell and placed him in wrist irons. "The Captain wants to have a word with you." As one of the guards turned to lead the group, Mathius stopped and noticed the guard had one of his trowing axes. "Move you ars scum!" said the guard behind him, pushing him to get him to move. This gave Mathius the opportunity he needed. As the second quard pushed him, he took a few extra steps forward and snapped the front guards neck removing the trowing axe from his belt. When the other guard rushed to stop him, Mathius stepped to one side and wrapped the chain from his wrist irons around his neck. "Why are we being held? What does the Empire want with us?" The guard did not answer, but tried to fight his was free. Mathius snapped his neck as well without hesitation. He then instructed Dromik to follow him. "I hope you have a plan to get out of here." Dromik said worriedly. "We are prisoners in one of the most fortified cities in Cyrodiil." Mathius shook his head. "Such lack of faith. Have I ever led you into a plan that I did not think we could dominate?" "You don't want me to answer that question." Dromik laughed. "What about us?" said one of the three other men in the cell. "If the need to spill Imperial blood is your goal, you are more than welcome to join us." Mathius replied. "In fact, I'm sure you three would not be the only in this prison who wish to do so. Come now. We must be fast and lethal."
Mathius was right. As the men moved through the underground prison, they killed what guards they found and set free every prisoner they could. As they neared the top of the prison, they found an armory. The group of now 50 men all loaded up on weapons and armor. Dromik picked up a set of throwing daggers, a steel long sword and a bow. Mathius took a short sword that strapped to his back and a bow. He also noticed there was an old Blades sword that looked like it had recently been tempered to increase its durability. "Let's move! We don't have much time now. We will be over run soon enough if we don't move." Mathius screamed. As they opened the door to a stairwell that led up to the grould level of the prison, They could hear a large group of Imperial soldiers rushing down to quel them. "We make for the sewers!" A small group Orcs volenteered to stay behind and defend their escape. "We are condemned to death even by our own people. We would die for Malacath on our own accord." one of them proclaimed. "Very well! May whatever divines you worship guide you to the afterlife." Mathius replied leading the remaining prisoners to the sewers. It took the men close to an entire day for the men to find their way out of the sewers and into the country outside the city walls. "We make for the mountains on foot. If we get in to the hills before first light we will reach Skyrim before they have a chance to find us." said Dromik. Now number 33, the group ran. As Dromik predicted, by the time the Imperial guard reached the sewer exit they came out of the current storm had cover the tracks, and the men were beginning their journey through the trails of the Jerall mountains. They were safe for now. Soon, they would be fighting not just for their lives, not just for each other, but in the name of mighy Shor.


Mathius Windrider: nord, warrior, combat master , thalmor killer

He wears the mask of the hunted
Arts of light for him have been granted
He lives in the fragments of time
waiting for his time to die
...Windrider...

lyrics from the song "Windrider" by Ensiferum
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Very good. Only one thing I found a problem with: the presentation. It just looks like a huge block of writing. Just means its quite hard to read. But apart from that; good plotline (argument between brothers, heroic last stand, trying to save his daughter, failure, repentance) and good dialogue.


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(December 22nd 2012 02:34 PM)Iogairn Wrote:  Very good. Only one thing I found a problem with: the presentation. It just looks like a huge block of writing. Just means its quite hard to read. But apart from that; good plotline (argument between brothers, heroic last stand, trying to save his daughter, failure, repentance) and good dialogue.

yea the formatting is my fault. i copied and pasted it from a word pad document on my desktop. thanks for the approval. part 2 will be coming sometime after the new year


Mathius Windrider: nord, warrior, combat master , thalmor killer

He wears the mask of the hunted
Arts of light for him have been granted
He lives in the fragments of time
waiting for his time to die
...Windrider...

lyrics from the song "Windrider" by Ensiferum
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