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Siigonis Ahvulon - Skyrim Fan Fiction
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Siigonis Ahvulon - Skyrim Fan Fiction
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08-16-2014, 10:37 PM (This post was last modified: 08-16-2014, 10:51 PM by ninJAS.)
First things first let it be said that I am not the most gifted writer...as a matter of fact I've never written a story and posted it online before so don't expect anything amazing >.>

WARNING! Sections of the story WILL contain excessive language, graphic scenes, and the occasional suggestive theme so DO NOT READ if you do not wish to see/read about these things!

As many of you may know I am a HUGE fan of The Elder Scrolls and after reading up a bit on the lore of my favorite race, Argonians, I decided to create a new character on Skyrim and make a story to follow my adventures through the game to make it more interesting for me while hopefully entertaining anyone willing to read what I post. So now let the story begin and please feel free to leave me any suggestions or critiques on my writing or the story itself ^^




Siigonis Ahvulon - Strange Beginnings


The soft bey of horses and the clatter of armor brakes through the dimly lit landscape and the crisp, dry, Nordic air. Both distinct sounds coming from the faction wishing to unite the home world of the Nords under the laws of Tamriel, the Imperials. All of them wore their iconic red clothing cloaked in a variety of leather and steel armors making the garments themselves barely visible. I  look around to find snow covering a vast majority of the surroundings, the wagon i was being carted in included, with a new light dusting settling over what had already fallen. I am not alone in this wagon however and find myself face to face with five fair skinned Nords native to this frigid land known as Skyrim. All, myself included, have their hands bound tightly severely limiting their movement though one in particular, appearing to be the eldest of the group, also has a binding around his mouth preventing anything but muffled grunts to escape. These Nordic soldiers, four males and one female, were not like the Imperials in the slightest outside of fighting for their ideals. They, rather than unite the nations, fight for a free Skyrim unhindered or uncontrolled by an outside nation. Also unlike the Imperials these "Stormcloaks", as they call themselves, wore armor made of furs highlighted with strong, rich, blue undertones making them just as easily distinguishable as their counterparts.

As my thoughts began to wonder about how I even came to be in this wagon I was quickly brought back to reality as the blonde haired male sitting across from me spoke.

"So what brings an Argonian to our lovely land?"

The dark brown and black scales covering my face and hands were a dead giveaway to my race and made me just as easily noticeable as the flashy uniforms worn by both warring factions. His tone was surprisingly upbeat despite the situation in which we found ourselves. His disposition quickly changed to be more inquisitive as I calmly responded with a slight hiss, further assuring my reptilian lineage.

"My business is of no concern to you Nord."

My attention is then brought to the stone walls we had just passed through as a strong, solid, oak gate is closed firmly behind us. The wagon slows to a halt as we are ordered by our captors to exit them. Unable to do anything but comply we do as we are told and stand beside our wagons as the Imperials begin to call out the names of their prisoners. Ulfrik Stormcloak, the leader of the Stormcloaks, was the main focus of their attention however since with his capture the war was as good as over. Once the names on the Imperial role call were given I stood alone as a female soldier dressed in a heavy steel raiment approached.

"Who the hell are you?"

She abruptly bellows mere inches from me. Despite her hostility I can not help but be captivated by her beauty. Dark skinned, ebony hair as black as midnight itself, and glistening green eyes....it all somehow reminded me of my beloved homeland, Black Marsh.

"I said who the hell are you Argonian?"

She states even more firmly than before as she grabs the simple cloth shirt I currently wore. Her beauty is only matched by her strength...a worthy mark indeed.

"I am Yelus Nagrean. A simple pilgrim following The Hist's wishes. I have no quarrels with you Imperials and am unaware of what I have even been arrested for and wish to be released."

A simple pilgrim...if you call a highly skilled and expertly trained assassin a simple pilgrim then I am indeed that. I was a young and inexperienced youth at the time of the Oblivion Crisis many years ago. The daedric prince Merunes Dagon released his wrath by opening Oblivion Gates, massive portals of dark energy, and sending his armies through them to take over the mortal kingdoms. The Hist, a massive living tree in Black Marsh with mystic powers, foresaw this invasion before it even began and used it's powers to call back all Argonians to defend their home world. The Hist granted many warriors with powers, myself included, to fight off the daedra by allowing them to drink from it's sap. With the aid of The Hist the Argonians were able to overwhelm Merunes Dagon's armies and force them to retreat back to their Plane of Oblivion defeated.

"Did I ask for your life story or your wishes Argonian? No I didn't! Just fall in line and wait for your turn at the block."

She then releases my shirt and forcefully shoves me towards the Stormcloaks already in line. Her continued rudeness was now beginning to overshadow her beauty and strength causing an audible sigh to escape my mouth as she turned and walked towards a fellow Imperial wielding a rather formidable ax. As the soldiers in red surrounded the Stormcloaks the sun began to shed its light over the vast mountain ranges and Skyrim began to quietly come to life with the sounds of people and animals alike. A crowd had began to form to witness the upcoming spectacle as the soft voice of a priestess could be heard reading our last rites aloud...was this truly how my adventure was meant to end?

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08-20-2014, 07:32 PM
As the priestess' words cease all is quiet for a few moments before one of the gathering townsmen yells out breaking the silence.

"First the lizard!"

As if he could be talking about anyone but myself. Attempting to flee came to my mind but with so many armed guards encircling us, archers behind them, and all entrances in and out of the city sealed tight it isn't like I would make it very far in the first place...besides The Hist would not have sent me all the way to Skyrim simply to die as soon as I got here. The Imperial officers nod to one another in approval of me being the first to the block even though I'm the only one of the prisoners not even involved in the war. The same steel clad woman approaches me, though this time with a smirk across her face, before softly speaking into my ear.

"Looks like your wishes won't be coming true after all lizard. I'm gonna enjoy watching that head of yours pop off.

Her smirk quickly faded to a frown as I showed no emotion or acknowledgment to any of her venom filled words and simply stared straight through her towards the headsman's block awaiting my arrival. Her rudeness reared its ugly head again as she shoves me in the back once more causing me to topple over mere feet from the block. Some chuckles and cheers escape the soldiers and citizens as the woman pulls me up just enough to place my head on the chopping block then forcefully slams her foot down on my back holding me in place.

"Make your peace lizard. Any last requests?"

The headsman states as he begins to find his footing for the execution. Before I can do or think anything else a whisper, only heard by me, with a deep, earthy tone fills my mind...The Hist.

"Fear not child. All is well and as it should be."

I have never been one to question The Hist but this situation certainly didn't seem to be one where I should not fear anything...Still I have never been guided wrong before so why doubt it now? Taking up the offer of a last request I quickly blurt out the first question that came to me as I turn my head just enough to see the steel clad woman's face through the corner of my eye.

"Your name miss?"

Her frown from before quickly turns to a questioning look as I explain my last request is for her to tell me her name. She goes from questioning to audibly laughing at my request as she lowers herself down to my eye level. As she does this I hear a distant roar pierce the landscape though others don't seem to notice.

"Sylvia is my name you damned Argonian. Now why in the Eight would you want to know that?"

My eyes lock with hers as I simply respond in the coldest tone possible.

"I always know the names of my marks...makes the kill more enjoyable and trust me I will enjoy watching you gasp for breath."

With this she spits in my face and raises up enraged before turning to the headsman.

"I'm sick of seeing this bastard still breathing. Kill him now!"

The ax wielding Imperial acknowledges the request and readies his ax. It appears as though I only have a few moments left in my life before the same roar I heard before becomes audible again though this time much closer. Everyone inside the city gates heard it this time and begin looking towards one another for answers. As the roar faded away attention was placed back on me as the headsman began to lift his jagged edged weapon above his head. Just as he was about to cleave my head from the rest of my body a massive black shadow covers the main street of the town followed by a viscous roar. The headsman's ax makes a loud clammer as it fall to the ground as he points to the sky.

"Gods above....it's a dragon!"

As I felt Sylvia's foot lift itself from my body I rolled over onto my back to see an ebony dragon flying a few feet above the towns walls. It then landed upon one of the watchtowers looking down at all the soldiers and citizens below. Finally after a long pause it began speaking in a language that I had never heard before though somehow I understood every word...

"Joor thy oblaan los nigh! Alduin lost daal ahrk Zu'u fent wazahl dii nahkriin voknau pah do Keizaal!"

(Mortals thy end is nigh! Alduin has returned and I shall exact my revenge upon all of Skyrim!)


Following these words a massive storm cloud began to build over head as huge balls of fire began to fall igniting anyone and anything they made contact with. As I gazed at the fiery downpour a forceful tug was felt at the back of my cloth shirt as I was lifted off of the ground by the Nord who had spoke to me inside the wagon.

"Come on Argonian! The gods won't give us another chance!"

Words were not needed to confirm my thoughts as we followed the other Stormcloaks towards the keep as fast as possible dodging flaming meteors in the process. I was in the back of our group keeping watch more overhead than I was in front of me. Arrows were now filling the air just as much as the balls of fire as the Imperials attempted to fight off the airborne assailant. As I neared the keep my companions had already entered something began to echo in my mind. 

I turned around just outside the open keep door and looked upon the destruction left in the dragon's wake. Every single building in the town was now burning and massive pillars of smoke jutted up into the clear air contaminating the surreal landscape outside of the walls. With my back to the open door of the keep I watched as the dragon named Alduin landed mere feet from me ready to kill yet another helpless mortal. As he opened his mouth to attack the echo that had been in my mind became audible.

"Hi lost bahvit hin dukiin."
(You have rescued your demise.)


The dragon's mouth suddenly closes as he stares at me once again though this time with a look of intrigue instead of hatred. This stare is then followed by what appears to be a smirk and a single word escaping Alduin's mouth.

"Dovahkiin....."
(Dragonborn.....)


His eyes then fill with rage as he bellows in an angered tone.

"Yol...Tor...Shul!"
(Fire...Dusk...Sun!)


A vortex of fire then shot from his mouth completely engulfing me in flames and launched me back into the open doorway of the keep. I struck an interior wall before falling to the ground causing a severe pain to shoot through my entire body and three of my ribs jut out from my skin. My Nordic companions rolled me onto my back in an attempt to help but I managed to push them away long enough to let one of my gifts given to me by The Hist take effect. My entire body began to glow with a luminous golden light as all of my injuries began to heal themselves. My ribs reentered my body and were no longer broken, the area where my ribs jutted out was now healed over, and even the burns from the dragon's breathe were no longer as visible. The pain from this sudden healing is excruciating but its effectiveness cannot be questioned. Few words came from the Nords around me...they simply look to one another for an explanation before I spoke up.

"That is called Histskin...a power granted to me by The Hist which enables me to completely heal all of my injuries and ailments. Its uses are limited to once a day and it hurts like hell so I try not to use it unless absolutely necessary..."

Ulfric Stormcloak, the man in the wagon who had his mouth bound, rose up and eyed me curiously.

"A simple pilgrim eh? I find that hard to believe friend....especially when you are an outsider and know Dovahzul (Dragon Language) when most native Nords don't even understand."

Before anything else could be said a clamor from down one of the nearby corridors could be heard as the sound of soldiers in heavy armor began running through the halls both looking for us and attempting to find a way away from the dragon's onslaught. I turned to the others who were now pilfering the area for any sort of weapons they could find. The blonde man turns to me with a waraxe and sword, both made of iron, in his hands.

"I'm guessing you know how to use one of these? The named is Ralof by the way...don't think we ever got to introductions."

I eye the weapons he brandished before me then reach towards his belt and pull out a dagger he had concealed.

"I would rather use this if that is acceptable...and the name is Yelus."

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12-06-2014, 09:28 AM (This post was last modified: 12-08-2014, 12:25 AM by ninJAS.)
The noise from the corridor suddenly stopped as the approaching group of Imperials apparently reached an intersection of some kind.

"You four head down to the dungeon and keep your eyes and ears open! Dragon or not we can't let those Stormcloaks escape!"

There was no questioning who that strong feminine voice belonged to and I'll be damned if I let that Redguard survive our next encounter...or let anyone other than me kill her. The footsteps begin again in our direction though this time at half strength due to the reduced numbers. As the Imperials finally rounded the corner they abruptly stopped as our eyes met.

"So good to see you again." I hissed towards Sylvia, "I wonder if you will be as brave now as you were when I was bound with your foot on my back?"

The Redguard woman simply drew her sword from its sheath, as did the two men accompanying her, and began approaching the Stormcloaks and I at half pace. Before the Stormcloaks could match their advance I began sprinting towards the trio though my only focus was the woman. Meer feet from them I slide across the cobblestone floor clipping the men's legs with my own and cause them to lose their balance and topple over. Quickly raising up from the floor I manage to deflect a deadly blow from Sylvia with my dagger followed up almost immediately by a stab into her ribs through a small gap in her armor. 

The quick deflection and the unexpected precision of my strike catches her off guard but doesn't cause her to falter showing just how good of a soldier she is. Sylvia then quickly pushes me back with her free hand and lunges towards me striking again. Despite her injury her movements are still quick and sharp giving me that much more fulfillment as I grab her striking hand with my free hand and pull her blade, using the momentum of her own attack, into the gut of her fellow Imperial as he recovered from my sliding takedown.

As she withdrew her blade and her ally collapsed on the ground, warm crimson now flooding the floor, I stab her once again in her ribs but on the opposite side causing her to stagger back slightly as she had lost a good amount of blood. Sylvia's other companion had now recovered and was striking at me as I turned to face him. Before I had a chance to counter however a blade jut through his chest around the area of his heart causing blood to spray on my cloth clothing. As the blade was removed and the soldier collapsed next his companion Ralof stood triumphantly as he sheathed his short sword.

"Didn't want you having all of the fun there Yelus." he states as a broad smile finds it's way to his face.

I simply nod to him showing my appreciation then turn back to Sylvia as she had now gathered her composure slightly though the blood loss was beginning to set in. Her movements were slow now and easy to deflect...such a sad end to a good soldier but if I didn't kill her she would now bleed to death. She strikes at me one final time in despair though her blade doesn't even come close to hitting me as I sidestep the strike and stab my dagger into the base of her neck. Her sword clashes against floor as she falls to her knees life quickly fading from her. I withdraw my dagger from her, lean down, and softly whisper into her ear.

"Sleep well warrior....you have earned your rest."

She then goes lifeless and falls back against the cobblestone floor, her blood now mixing with that of her two fellow Imperials, as I make my way back down the hallway to the other Stormcloaks. I just so happen to glance down and see a coin purse hanging on the side of the first slain solider. I quickly untie it and fashioned it around my waist instead...after all you never know when you will need a bit of gold and the way things were going so far I might actually make it out of this keep alive.


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A bit short but I need to get this going again >.>

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12-07-2014, 08:08 PM
I think you're a great writer and that you shouldn't let it go to waste Smile keep writing about things you enjoy and you will improve your talent even further ^^

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12-13-2014, 01:52 AM
"You are indeed a skilled warrior Argonian." Ulfric remarked as he, with the Stormcloaks in tow, met me halfway down the corridor. "A bit reckless perhaps...but extremely precise at the same time." He continued as the group began moving in the direction the Imperials had emerged from. "The way you fight gives away your true nature...assassin." With this remark a few of the Stormcloaks glance back to me though Ulfric does not nor does he slow his pace or even attempt to pry at where I received my training. Instead he cuts right to business, "Someone with your skill set and ability would prove very useful to a rebellion leader such as myself." In saying this he rounds the corner of the hallway revealing a simple smirk across the commander's face. With this expression I am forced to butt in.

"I see...well I find it rather odd that you would try to recruit me when we aren't even sure we will survive this." Ulfric stops and turns to face me as I go on, "Besides, I'm not for hire. I belong to no lord, no country, and no amount of money...I only do as The Hist wishes." He gives me a scorn look as I finish my my statement and push through his soldiers and make my way to the three-way intersection that Silvia and her troops had stopped at prior our confrontation. One path led up a flight of stairs where roars of the dragon flying above and the screams of the townsfolk could still be heard, not that way. The other lead down a flight of stairs towards the dungeon, or at least so Sylvia was kind enough to inform us of. I turn back to the group before saying with a low hiss, "The Redguard woman had them searching for us in the dungeon so we wouldn't escape...which makes no sense unless there is another way out of the town through there." I do not even wait for confirmation from my "companions" before beginning my decent, they are quick to follow however since none want to meet the dragon lurking about face to face.

The stairway seems to go on for hours though I know it is only my mind playing tricks on me in the dim, damn, confined, torch lit space. Soon a brighter area can be seen up ahead as the staircase opens up into a much larger room full of chains, cages, and the scent of death...a torture chamber. The Stormcloaks and I quietly crept around the area not wanting to alert anyone or anything that might be lurking nearby. I could tell by the expressions on the native Nords faces however that the longer they stayed here the more agitated they became, then again who can blame them? They no undoubtedly were thinking of the countless number of their friends and families that had died deaths in places like this defending their homeland from the invading Imperials.

Just as I think they are going to lose themselves in rage a loud noise echoes through the room...the sound of a lock opening followed by a heavy door swinging open and slamming into the wall. I immediately duck behind some nearby boxes as the voices of soldiers entering through the now open door become audible. The four of them, most likely the ones Sylvia sent away before, spot the not so stealthy Stormcloaks who were still attempting to hide themselves. Both factions eyes lock as weapons are brandished ready for battle. I remain hidden, seeing as it is generally my best quality in a fight, as both the Imperials and Stormcloaks rush each other full speed. In the initial clash Ulfric cleaves an Imperial's head clean from his shoulders in one swift swing of his war ax while an Imperial returns the favor by shoving his dual wielded short swords into the female Stormcloak's chest so forcefully he lifts her from the ground! Both parties retreat slightly at the sight of their loses as a wrinkled old man appears, adorned in Imperial attire, from behind some of the cages.

"Now look here! If there is any killing to be done here it will be by me! Hehe" With a chuckle the old man turns to the Stormcloaks before opening his hands revealing two small balls of electricity building up inside of them...dammit they would have a mage. Knowing the freedom fighters were about to be severely overpowered I sprang from behind my cover and dashed quickly towards the cackling mage who is too engrossed on the Stormcloaks to notice me yet. Ten feet away the old man unleashes a bolt of lighting from his hand aimed for Ulfric but the lighting instead jumps to the battleaxe of the soldier standing between him and Ralof. The strike instantly kills the man wielding the ax sending him corpse flying backwards. "Don't worry I won't miss again!" the mage chuckles once more as another ball of electricity begins to build in his hand. He doesn't have time to cast his spell however as I have closed the remaining distance and he notices me far to late to save himself.

As my dagger slid across his throat the man's constant chuckling is instead replaced with him attempting to catch his breath but to no avail. I stare him straight in the eyes as Ulfric and Ralof kill two of the remaining three Imperial soldiers before hissing, "I never miss." The three of us then turn our attention to the last soldier, a young boy in his early 20's, who doesn't appear willing to fight as he quickly drop his sword to the ground and begins pleading.

"Oh gods please don't kill me! I didn't even want to be here but they made me join! I never wanted any of this! The way out is that way through a cave in a cell! I swear! Please oh please don't kill me!" Ulfric then hits the boy in the head with the hilt of his ax knocking him out. "If that kid didn't shut up I was liable to kill him just for annoying me." He then turns to Ralof and I before continuing, "Looks like we have a cave to check out now huh? Anyone here good at picking locks?'' Both Stormcloaks immediately eye me and for good reason. What kind of assassin can't pick a lock? I immediately brandish a lockpick from my belt and begin working on the simple lock.


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12-13-2014, 02:39 AM
Really liked this part, but it's quite weird to read a story written in first person, it takes some getting used to, I also find your character a little strong but it would be silly to have him fail to kill anyone (but Imperials are weaklings so I don't expect them to take days to kill, trolls and whatnot will hopefully give a sense of danger to your story :3) But anyways, you're a really good writer and I'll be glad to read more of this!

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