Another skyrim ficcccccc

A man young in looks, thin but tall, long silver like hair, bangs covering one side of his face, sharp facial features slitted eyes, pointed ears showing some signs of bosmer descent covered by silver hair and a bitter smile adorning his face.

Wearing a rough spun tunic he lays down on the big pile of hay serving as a make shift bed for him sighing "how did I get into this mess"

This man was once a thief chain robbing small houses to mansions having extensive skills in lock picking doors and safes.

Unfortunately he run out of luck and was caught by one of the owners of the houses who just so happens to have connection with the mafia that lead to his death

As for how he got in this cell not understanding the differences between the people here and of his world he targeted a mercenary to steal from.

While in the tavern the mercenary often boasted about his wealth one particular night he found him an muddleheaded state thinking the man was mostly unaware of his surroundings as he passed behind the man his hand was about to grab the coin pouch.

The mans eyes suddenly opened "Huh a bug being a parasite" he stood up from his chair. His menacingly large frame brought a shadow to my body.

"Crap" turning around as fast as possible and Running to the exit only to see some imperial guards entering generally talking amongst each until they heard a voice "Capture that thief" they stopped from their jovial conversation as they pounced on me.

After putting me in binds they questioned the populace inside having confirmation they took everything I have leaving me wearing a rough tunic and sent into one of many cells in the prison.

Sighing at his luck he felt a tingle to the back of his neck as he heard a blade escaping its scabbard. A shout could be heard "Imperial scum" all of a sudden he heard the clashing of weapons and blast of lightning being thrown.

His eyes lit up 'A chance' moving pieces of hay behind him and grabbing a make shift lock pick.

Successfully picking the lock and having a general curiosity of who would be stupid enough to attack Helgen a thriving town controlled by the imperials. Peeking around the corner he saw two so called storm cloaks fighting his jailers.

The silver haired man analyzed the situation 'if I save her life gives me a chance to befriend both of the storm cloaks while killing that shitty jailor that locked me up a win win for both party's and most likely could use them as a meat shield Incase of any prison guards.

A quick search to the ground as he grabbed a rock waiting for an opportune moment. A cunning grin showed on his face as he patiently waited for an opportune moment to strike.

A storm cloak woman using her great sword to push the spell wielding jailor to the ground. She prepared a downward swing to the spell caster.

The spell caster able to recover his senses flung a blast of lightning numbing the woman slowing her down giving time to dodge to the side with a dagger in his hand he pulled his hand back and aimed for the space below the helmet to her throat.

The other storm cloak holding of the other jailor saw what was about to happen Yelling "ALVA!!" As he tried to turn and help.

The other jailor saw this break in concentration as he shield bashed the storm cloak stunning him for a second followed by a mace aiming for the head.

The storm cloak was lucky enough to block with his shield but felt weakness on his arm leaving him in a mostly defensive position as his opponent let out a flurry of attacks.

The female Storm cloak felt helpless as she saw the approaching dagger. The silver haired man his eyes glinted 'Now' coming out from his hiding his spot aimed the rock at the mans head hitting it disorienting the jailor And charging and tackling the man down putting him in hold as he yelled to the woman "Stop being dazed and Help me!!" As the Man struggled to get off his hold.

The woman snapped out of her dazed state as she stabbed the man with her greats sword she nodded her head at the silver haired stranger as she went to assist her Friend and quickly overwhelmed the jailor.

"are you ok Ervin" the female storm cloak asked her companion concern showing in her voice.

"Really Alva you think someone like him can beat me HAA!!" he spoke while puffing his chest forward.

"Of course not of course not I am after all speaking with the mighty nord warrior Ervin" she spoke as she rolled her eyes.

Turning around she looked at the silver haired stranger with some gratitude as she spoke "stranger you have my gratitude for you're timely assistance"

Ervin faked his coughed as he narrowed his eyes "we didn't need his help if you gave me more Time I would have bested my opponent and easily saved you from the jaws of death"

He got a stern look as a response Alva looked backed to silver haired man "the name is Alva the one filled with air over there is Ervin" as she move her hand forward.

"Greetings my name is Lyon you can guess from my appearance a prisoner. Well was a prisoner" Lyon spoke with an ever present grin while his slitted eyes analyzing the two as he shakes her hand.

'The male Ervin is showing a facade and from the somewhat unstable stance his bruises might hurt more than he's letting on. for the woman Alva from except for burns in some areas she's not wounded enough to show signs of weakness.'

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The sudden noise coming from the stairs made Alva and Ervin ready their weapons while Lyon grabbed some daggers from the corpses as he hid behind the corner of the stairs.

"A rat hiding in the dark" Ervin spoke in hushed whisper as he saw Lyon he's eyes showing more disdain at the stranger.

What approached their vision was Tall blonde haired man in storm cloak uniform two axes in both of his hands.

Following behind was a heavily built orc tusk like teeth protruding from his mouth, Orsimer tattoos revolving around his body down to his feet also having an axe and a mace in both hands.

Behind was A dark haired man wearing an imperial uniform holding an imperial grade sword and shield.

"Ralof what are you doing with that traitor to skyrim and it's people" Ervin spoke to the blond haired man

"If anyone's a traitor it's you damn storm cloaks siding with the traitor who killed his king and tried to usurp his throne" The dark haired man called Hadvar

"Dream on Hadvar!! we have thousands of men and women of Skyrim under Ulfric showing to the world who is the true high king of skyrim that will free us from the corrupt rule of the empire." Ralof passionately responded

The Orsimer orc went forward "Shut it!!" As he looked at them "I don't care what you two little shits Do with you're petty war. But I'm not gonna die because of a prison falling on me"

"Hah and Thats coming from the demon worshiping savage" Ervin spoke

"Grrrr you dare speak ill of our Deity Malacath" as he grabbed the throat of Ervin

"Put him down Orc" Alva's great sword pointed at the orc. While Ralof also readied his weapon behind him Hadvar is prepared himself to help the orc.

"Now now why don't we calm down a bit I don't know about you guys but I'd rather not have this building falling on me. Why don't you settle you're differences when we're outside." Lyon spoke as the rumbling from above grew louder.

The orc growled as he threw Ervin to the wall scoffing at the storm cloaks as he went ahead of the group.

The three storm cloaks walked as a group. While Hadvar approached Lyon "aren't you that prisoner that was caught pick pocketing"

"Ehh let's not talk about that now shall we. anyway what's causing this." Lyon spoke with a bit of embarrassment then back to seriousness

Hadvar nodding his head "a dragon appeared, the bringer of the end times."

"A dragon? I though those were just a myth" Lyon spoke.

"It was until now" hadvar spoke with a grin expression

As they walk through the prison stronghold crossing a bridge. The building behind them crumbled leaving no chance to go back.

They looked at each other as they proceeded through the cavern. After short confrontations with large cave spiders and a bear they felt the wind breezing through the cave.

"Wind? We're close to the exit." As Lyon looked at the brightly shining light from cave exit.

'is this the start of my journey?. Lyon thought