Hey hows it goin. I have been reading a few of the stories that some of yall have been writing as guest and you have inspired me to write one of my own stories. Its a story about a group of mercenaries that form in cyrodiil that becomes some of the providence's most famed heros.


“Clouds covered the horizon and not a star shined in the sky. A light snow had begun to fall. Off in the distance you could hear the wolves howl through the darkness as if they could perceive what was happening. A heavy wind begun to blow, and it seemed like even the ancient mouths cursed that day, the day of my birth.” Said a young kid dressed in rags.

Arrogantly the imperial man the boy was talking to spoke up “Why don’t you talk to someone who cares? Your not getting a hand out from me you filthy beggar.” And with that the man walked away leaving the kid standing there with his arms out.

It was just another day for me. Another day of lying to the citizens of Solitude. Another day of making up stories so people would look upon me with pity. Maybe enough pity that they would spare me a coin. I hate begging, it’s against everything I believe in. It’s the biggest sign of weakness a person can show. Having to depend on others in order to live day to day, but I have to it’s the only way I can survive. That and it’s the only thing I’m good at doing. Heh I’m a twelve year old Nordic boy who has never even held a sword. It’s a wonder I’ve lived so long.

As these thoughts ran through my head memories of how I became this way emerged. It was three years ago, my mother had just passed away from some sort of disease and apparently my father owed a lot of money to some of the wrong people. I still remember waking up in the morning and finding my father gone. All he had left me was a note that said “Clouds covered the horizon and not a star shined in the sky. A light snow had begun to fall. Off in the distance you could hear the wolves howl through the darkness as if they could perceive what was happening. A heavy wind begun to blow, and it seemed like even the ancient mouths cursed that day, the day of your birth. Destin you are a cursed child, you bring pain and suffering to whom ever you’re around. I’m ashamed to call you my son.” Ever since that day I have been forced to beg to survive.

Soon after my father left some people came and took my house. They said it was collateral that my father owed them. Then they looked at me and said that I would have to leave and find somewhere else to go. I guess I should be happy at least they didn’t use me as collateral. I guess they saw how worthless I really am.

The worst part came to me when I realized I had no where to go. As far as I knew I didn’t have any other family members who I can live with and because I was always shy around other kids my age I never really had any friends who I could count on. And with nowhere else to go I just slept on the streets. Every day for the first couple of years I’d wake up thinking about what my father said about me. But that was a long time ago and since then I’ve come to terms with what my father wrote. He’s right, I am a cursed child.

I looked up at the setting sun and decided to call it a day. I didn’t want to be around when all the drunk Nords come stumbling out of the bar. As I crossed a corner into the alley where I usually sleep something caught my attention. It was a middle age Nord man wearing a robe that covered his entire body. Now I don’t usually talk to creepy looking men walking around in the alleyways but since I didn’t make any money today I figured it was worth a try.

I approached the man and begun by telling him the story I tell every person who I try to get money from. He remained emotionless the entire time I was talking to him and once I was done he just stared at me. For a few seconds I thought he was deaf or maybe he hadn’t heard me. I was about to repeat myself when he finally spoke. He looked down at me and said with a commanding voice. “Why do you beg for money?” His question surprised me. I have never been asked that by anyone before, even though I’ve asked myself that question thousands of times and I knew the answer by heart it took me a while to build up the courage to tell him. Nervously I told him, “To-to-to survive”

“You are a Nord why don’t you fight to survive?” The last question surprised me but this one stunned me. I honestly didn’t know the answer. Was it because I’m too afraid to die, or is it just because I had never thought about fighting? What does he mean by fighting anyway? Does he expect me to kill people and steal there money? Hesitantly I asked him what he meant and he responded, “You should hunt.”

Welcome aboard. Your story has a nice start. It is easy to read and intriguing. Please continue.

This story is looking good so far. An interesting backstory to your character.

Welcome to the Fan Fiction Forums! I expect to see more from ya!

Yes, nice beginning of this story, I foresee some really good reading!

Hunting, I had never considered hunting. The thought never even occurred to me. Could I hunt? Am I strong enough to hunt? No I’m not. I don’t even know how, but I could learn. Should I give it a try? Anything would be better than begging. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself though; I don’t even have any equipment. That’s when the hooded man spoke again. “Here.” He reached his hand around his back and pulled out an old rusty iron bow and a quiver full of arrows. I took it out of his hands and stared at the piece of moldy wood. There where scratches all over it, and the string felt like it was going to fall off. Then there was what looked like a blood stain where you would put your left hand. And that was nothing compared to the arrows, they looked like they had been used several times before. The arrow head were rusted on almost all of them and a couple didn’t even have the feathers on the sides to straighten flight. Even with everything wrong with it though, nothing ever felt so right. I actually felt good about my self, for the first time in years. This had to be the best gift anyone had ever given me. With this I can make a difference in my life.

When I looked up at the man to thank him about it he was gone. He just disappeared, vanished out of thin air. Am I going crazy? Did he ever even exist? Could this all just be a dream? It is very dreamlike, I just came across him walking though an alley and then after a short conversation he just disappears. Maybe it wasn’t a dream though and this really happened. I looked down at the bow I was holding. If he was a dream then how did I get this bow? It doesn’t even matter if he existed or not he gave me the desire to do more with my life. No longer am I going to beg for food. No longer will I allow people to spit on me and call me names. No longer will I depend on there pity to survive. No I’m going to take it any longer. I’m going to hunt. I will live or die by my own hand, no one else is going to control my life. Tomorrow I become a man.

I woke up the next morning excited. Today I was the day I was going to change my entire way of life. I was going to hunt. Problem is I know nothing about hunting, but how hard can it be? All I have to do is walk around the woods, find an animal and shoot him. Simple or so I thought.

I walked though the door out of the town of Solitude and into the woods. I must have walked three hours with out seeing a damn thing. As thoughts of giving up and quitting entered my head I spotted a huge Elk over the hill. I silently grabbed my bow and strung an arrow up. It was to far away for me to take a good shot. I had to get closer. A couple yards ahead of me there was a snow covered rock, if I could get behind that rock I think I could take a good shot. I stood up and lifted my left foot up through the snow and then I gently put it down in front of me. When I begun to do the same with my other leg, the elk took off apparently I had made to much noise and it heard me. My attempt to sneak up on it failed just like my attempts to do anything else. It’s like my dad said I’m nothing but a failure. He was right to leave.

Maybe I’m not cut out to hunt. Maybe I should just go back to Solitude and beg for food again. It doesn’t look like I’m going to get anything this way. Tears began to fall from my eyes. I’m worthless, I can’t do anything. I should just die. It would be one less person to feed in the world. I can’t even do the most basic things with out failing. I’m the weakest Nord in Tamriel. Look I’m crying, men don’t cry. Warriors don’t cry, they continue on no matter how bleak things may look. Right then something in my head just clicked. They continue on. I stopped crying. They continue on. I have to keep going. I will not become a beggar again! I will accomplish something in my life! I will not rely on others!

Thinking that way I picked up my bow and continue looking for some kind of animal that I could eat. It wasn’t longer before I spotted a deer through the branches. Once again I grabbed my bow, strung up an arrow, and took aim. However this time I didn’t move I just took the shot. The arrow moved through the air like a knife through butter. It pierced the heart of the deer and the deer immediately keeled over.

It was my first kill. I’ve never been so happy in my life. I can’t even describe the sense of accomplishment I felt, for once in my life I actually did something other than beg. I wonder what my father would say if he was here. I bet he wouldn’t be so egger to call me worthless again.

The feeling I felt was short lived though. In my haste to leave the town I forgot one piece of equipment vital to a hunter. I forgot a knife. I came all the way out to the middle of nowhere and walked hours though the woods just so I could forget the knife. What am I going to do? I can’t let this stop me. I’m not going to let this stop me, I can’t. I have come too far to just quit. I reached into my quiver and grabbed an arrow. I snapped the arrowhead off of the arrow and position it in my right hand. Firmly grasping the deer I began to cut the skin off. It wasn’t long before all I had removed the skin of the entire deer. The best part of killing the animal was the proof that I could hunt. I don’t have to beg for food any longer. Now I can be my own man

And the skin can be used for clothing or sold. Yep, he's about to become independent. I like how this is going.

Hopefully our young Nord can make a fire. I'm sure raw venison isn't very healthy for you.

A very inspirational post. Nice job.

Sorry about how long it took for me to post. Ive been kinda busy.

For years I practiced hunting. I could hit a deer three clicks away in the heart. I’ve learned how to get close to animals with out them hearing me. I can sneak up so close without the deer noticing that I could hit them with a rock. And the best part is I have made quiet a lot of gold. The local stores pay a decent amount of gold for the meat and the skins of animals. But with my eighteenth birthday coming up in a couple days I want something more. Don’t get me wrong hunting is great, but after that’s all you’ve done for six years it loses some of its interest.

I want to leave Solitude, maybe leave all of Skyrim and travel to one of the other proveniences. I want to get out some see the world. Plus there are too many painful memories here too. I need to get away, try and forget some of the horrible times I spent here. Maybe I could find a girl and we could start raising a family. Ha-ha I never had much luck with girls from around here. They only seem interested in the bards that graduate from the college here, or the warriors who have seen battle for the king.

I walked into the merchant’s shop and was immediately greeted by a greedy imperial I know only to well. “Hello Destin. Do you have any more skins to sell to me today?” He said with a large grin on his face. I can’t stand his race, all imperials care about is money. It’s a wonder there empire has survived this long you would think they would sell each other out for profit. But I guess if money was all they cared about then why have an empire in the first place.

Trying not to sound like I hate him I smiled and politely said no. Which is not the easiest thing to do considering I’m a undisciplined Nord. “Well Destin what are you here for then?” The smile on his face disappeared sensing that he couldn’t make a profit from this encounter. That’s when I asked him if he knew of anyway to get a ride out of solitude. “Ah my memory isn’t what it used to be. I think a little gold will help me remember though.” The worthless imperial is trying to charge me for information. He doesn’t even care about why I want to leave as long as he gets money. If I didn’t need his help I would beat him down. Oh well as long as it gets me out of Solitude I don’t care how much it cost me.

I reached to my side and pulled out a bag of coin that I had collected over the years. “This is all yours if you can tell me a way I can leave.” His eyes grew to the size of plums and his jaw just dropped. Eventually he snapped back into reality and signaled me to get closer so the guard in the corner wouldn’t hear what we were talking about. “There is a wagon heading to one of the other proveniences. They say that it is carrying personal goods of the emperor. You should be able to sneak on board and hide out until they drop the cargo off in the imperial city. After they go there I don’t know where they are heading. You should know that if they catch you, you will be beheaded as a spy. But……….” There was a long pause in the conversation then he sighed and said “It’s the only way you can get out of solitude for a couple months, until another caravan arrives. One last thing, the imperial caravan leaves tomorrow.

“Thank you” I handed him the bag of gold and proceeded to walk out of the shop. I don’t want to wait. I’ve waited eighteen years to get out of this hellhole, I don’t feel like waiting two more months. It looks like I’m going to get a ride with the imperials.

It looks like the adventure is about to begin. I can't wait to see how it unfolds.