The Elder Scrolls: Retold- Bull
From Create Your Own Story
You were born under the sign of the Bull, the sign of strength and vitality! You feel yourself getting stronger and somehow taller just by thinking about your sign. You also feel yourself getting ‘bigger’ and more confident, knowing that there’s no way you’re actually in any danger.
You think back to your youth, smirking while remembering that you had fucked every girl in your village, married or otherwise. There was more than one child Darkwater Crossing that looked a lot like you, and their pathetic ‘fathers’ were none the wiser! You were busy making one of the miners, Annekke, regret her marriage to her husband, when you were caught in the Imperial ambush, in the forest near the village.
After being mistaken for a rebel, you were grabbed without a chance to even get dressed, forced naked with the captives. It was only after the Guard Captain noticed that some of the female recruits were getting a little ‘friendly’ with you, that you were given a roughspun tunic to cover yourself with.
“Hey, you” a voice calls you out of your thoughts, “You’re finally awake!”
The Stormcloak in front of you had clearly woken up and was looking at you.
“You were caught in that ambush, same as us, and that horse thief over there…” He nods to the shorter man beside him, who seems to be in his own thoughts, eyes nervously darting back and forth. Suddenly the man looks up at the Stormcloak, “Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy.” He spits at the ground by the rebel’s feet. “If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell!”
The horse thief turns and looks at you, “You there. You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants." The rebel rolls his eyes at this and turns away from the thief, as one of the drivers of the prison carriage turns in his seat.
“Shut up back there!”
The carriage continues for several hours, by which time the rebel had introduced himself as ‘Ralof’, from some village on the border of Falkreath and Whiterun Hold, ‘Riverwood’ or something like that. Eventually, the horse thief stopped panicking for enough time to introduce himself as ‘Lokir’ of Rorikstead, also in Whiterun Hold. He started to mention something about his family, when you notice two towers in the distance, emerging from the forest. After a few more minutes, the carriage turned a corner in the road, revealing the gate of a town, surrounded by 12 foot high walls, and Imperial banners hanging from them. As the carriages slowed, Ralof looked up at the gatehouse.
“This is Helgen!”
Ralof notices something in the distance and nods towards it, a man on horseback, joined by two other figures clad in ornate black robes.
“Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this."
As the carriages continued, the trio followed behind, as the morning sunlight reflected off the General’s gilded armor. Meanwhile, the townsfolk ventured out into the streets to watch the spectacle, one child pointing directly at you, whispering to his father. As you pass by a building with red latterns hanging from the porch, two women lean out of a balcony and look at the convoy. You look up and the women are staring at you, whispering to each other. One of them laughs as the other blows you a kiss.
The carriages eventually stop again, outside a stone keep, with a priest and a headsman stood outside.
Stepping before the carriage, an Imperial soldier grabs ‘Lokir’ and pulls him from his seat, calling for the rest of the prisoners to get out.
“Why are we stopping?!”
“Why do you think?” Ralof replied, “End of the line. Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us…"
What happens?
