The final days of the Dovahkiin have come and gone. The death of him shattered many of the Nordic hopes. Dragon's still roam Skyrim and some of Nirn. Though many have submitted to the power of the Dovahkiin, some have gone into hiding, still hoping that their leader, Alduin, will return. They hide, mate, and create. Dragons are born and growing up in this new world they are unaware of, like that of the inhabitants, they are unknowing of the next terrible thing to arrive out of the Dragon's nest. Dovahkiin was a man with the blood of a dragon...But what of...a Dragon with the blood of a mortal?
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The year, 4E 235, the The Day of Dovahkiin has come. The people cheer for their glorious warrior that staved off the Dragon onslaught and killer of Alduin. A statue of the great Nord stands firmly in each town square of Skyrim's grand cities, each marking a triumph that he brought to that city. In the city of Solitude, the old Queen of Skyrim stands firmly, smiling at the statue as he son joins her by her side, giving her old bone comfort in her time of joy. As the citizens come together as brothers, shadowy figures stalk the darkened corners and walls making their way quick the castle. Their target, a rare amulet. This amulet was worn by the Dovahkiin himself and has been said to hold his Thu'um. As the pronounced leader of these thieves smiles behind his thick mask, the others keep watch for guards on patrol. Though some were out celebrating, the queen needed more at the castle, fearing the Amulets safety...It was too thin of protection. The thieves make their way out a window and into the forest near the city. As the night comes to a close, their night over, the Queen made her way into her room, closing the door behind her. She shivered softly and turned, seeing the glass case opened and the window free to let in the cold air. Her old heart sunk...
A young, stone gray Khajitt has made his way to his room. He was Solitude's Fletcher to the guards and army, he worked closely with the queen on many occasions and because of which his store was closer to the castle, relocated after the Great Skyrim Civil war. Just as he thought he could get some sleep and wear off the mead he drank that evening, a thundering horn sounded from the wall above the castle, this was only used when something horrible is going to, or has happened. He feared it was not the latter. He quickly stood and pulled on his clothing, running out to the square to watch as the Queen went to her subjects on the matter. Many were grumbling from lack of sleep but all were silenced when they heard the news.
"People, of Solitude...The Dovah Amulet was stolen...Taken away in the night as we made merry for our savior. I would've come to you later if the news were not so grave. But this, is of great importance. I, as the rite Queen of Skyrim, hear-by put a bounty on the Amulet for any of the civilians who find it...And the thieves who have stolen it. "
As she spoke, the scribe scribbled down the proclamation to be copied and posted all over Skyrim. This was the first in a long time any of the Civilians have seen her so worked up...but it was of a good cause.
"Tomorrow I will ask several people...worthy to go and look for the Amulet my blessing to do so and the strength and wealth of an army at their back. For now...try and rest, my people...We will find the amulet."
The people started to murmur as the Queen made her way back inside, her son helping her in. The Khajitt watched then tensed as the Queen looked back at him.
"Shavir...come early tomorrow...You have a lot of arrows to work up."
Shavir nodded and bowed softly, respecting his employer.
"Yes, your Highness..."
He straightened up and returned to his homestead...getting a restless sleep.