The Elder Scrolls: Retold- Vixen
From Create Your Own Story
You were born under the sign of the Vixen, the sign that has become infamous for promiscuity, those born under it have the stigma of being unfaithful and shallow! You feel yourself getting more voluptuous and erotic. You also feel yourself getting more airheaded and yet somehow more cruel and cunning, certain that you’ll be able to get yourself out of this situation.
You think back to earlier that day, when you had broken up with your latest boyfriend by ‘accidentally’ being caught fucking his father. In the ensuing fight you managed to slip away before your now ex-boyfriend grabbed an axe, deciding to ‘tip off’ the guards about the intruder, hoping that the guards would ‘deal with’ that problem so you wouldn’t have to.
After, you decided to meet with your ex-boyfriend’s sister, an innocent, naïve young woman who you’d lured to the riverside with the promise of a picnic. By midday, you’d successfully turned an innocent young woman into a curious young woman, and by the time the mead had run out, she was a naked young woman. You were enjoying yourself so much that you decided you’d wait until the second date to expose her to her village.
Unfortunately, before your plan to ruin her and skip town could be put into action, you saw the guards approaching, with both the father and son in their custody; you decided to leave now, jumping up and disappearing into the forest while the sister scrambled to collect her clothes…
You were in such a panic that you didn’t realise that you had stumbled into a battlefield until an Imperial soldier grabbed your arm and called out, “Here’s another one!”
After being mistaken for a rebel, you were grabbed, forced naked with the captives. It was only after the Guard Captain noticed that all the men in prison train, and about half the women, had been checking you out, ever since you were captured. Despite much protest from some of the legionnaires you were eventually 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, ‘secretly’ checking you out while he does, “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 giggles and quickly lifts her shirt to flash you, while the other rolls her eyes before laughing. . 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?
