Fut-Ro-dah! (nc M/F thus far)

Story by Grrlok

Fut-roh-da

chapiter 1

The bitter chill of the north envelopes the mountainous steppes of the Old kingdom: Skryim the realm where man first walked the continent of Tamriel. Skyrim is home to the Nords, the fiercest warriors among the ranks of the empire. These tall, sturdy and headstrong warriors often were very traditionalistic. Many Nords were unwavering in the practices in the ancestors. Even more so they were unfaltering in they’re practice of the nine divines.

Intially for all the races of Tamriel there were eight divines. Julianos, Stendarr, Akatosh, Kynareth, Mara,Dibella ,Arkay Zenithar and . These divines were well known and well respected by tamriel, but the ninth a Nord-born transcended into god, Talos was not embraced by the elves of the far southern reaches of Tamriel.

Tamreil had long been divided into several provinces, once held peacefully by the empire from each province hailed a race that had spread through the empire when it was whole. To the north you have High Rock, home of the Breton humans; whose grasp of magic could rival the elves. Also found in Highrock were the orcs, the strongest of the elvish ancestors, the Orcs were well known for their brute strength savagery, and metal crafting skills*

Neighboring Highrock to the east was Skyrim to the south of each of those provinces hailed Hammerfell, home of the Redguard whose grasp of weaponry could not be matched, and they braved the harsh sands of the Alik’r desert.

To the south east of Skyrim and on the eastern border of Hammerfell was Cyrodil the once proud capitol of the empire. The Empiral humans were known for their silver tongues and could even convince you, you were not a foe.

Neighboring Cyrodil to the northeast and east respectfully where Morrowind and Black marsh. Morrowind was home of the Dunmer the dark elves, last elfish ally of the empire, and experts of destruction magic and stealth. Black Marsh was the homeland of the Argonians, lizard men who could swim without care of air and due to the toxins of the marsh they had natural resistances to poison.

On the southern border of Cyrodil was Elsweyr, the dusty savannah and hot jungles were home to the kajhiit cat men, agile as they were they live entirely for coin, whether it is merchantry or thievery.

On the western border of Elsweyr stood Valenwood home to the Bosmer or wood elves, they were the finest archers in Tamreil, and could encourage the very wild life to join their cause whatever it may be, the wood elves are generally more carefree then most races.

Off the coast of Valenwood was Summerset isle home to the Altmer or high elves the proudest race in all of Tamriel, and very gifted in mage-craft they tend to be more arrogant and see the non elves as beneath them, there is a bitter tension between Altmer and Dunmer.

Tamreil Was once the peacefully united by the empire but since the oblivion crisis which brought one of the many Daedric(Demon) princes into the world, there has been no dragon born heir to the imperial throne of Cyrodil, though the empire still exists, it is crumbling the Altmer and Bosmer have united into the second Aldmeri dominion a group of people believing the mer were superior to every other species they had led an open war with the empire which ended in a ceasefire treaty called the white gold concordat, which forced a ban of the worship of Talos, the nord born divine the denizens of Skyrim loved. The Thalmer as the Aldmeri elves now called themselves enforced the treated quite harshly most particularly in Skyrim where Nords were not so quick to change.

To further the problems A civil war broke out when Ulfric Stormcloak challenged the high king of the Nords for the throne of Skyrim, as Skyrim had retained its government. Ulfric murdered the king with the use of the Thu’um magical dragon shouting; those supporting Ulfric became known as the Stormcloaks and rebelled alongside him against an empire he once served.

It’s in this time the adventure of our hero began; she was a young Argonian maiden, who was trying to cross into skyrim on her way to join her folks in one of the major cities. The lizard woman thought the journey would be nearly without danger and wore no armour carrying with her only a dagger, but she unknowingly walked into an imperial ambush, she didn’t stand a chance, her yellow slitted eyes watched as stormcloaks fell, and dropped to her knees as the imperials approached tying her in binds before she could explain herself.

She had been put into a wagon and had been hulled for what seemed like hours before the imperials stopped to set up camp a secure tent being set up for the prisoners, one for each gender, latter on that night a drunken guardsmen stumbled into the women’s tent and unlocked the cage she was in trussed as heavily as she was all she could do was scream and hiss.

“no stop, I’m not one of them” she cried as the guard approached drunkenly and wordlessly tearing her clothes into

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