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So, after playing F:NV, I was more than slightly miffed when I found out that I couldn't go independent rule on Skyrim like I could New Vegas. And that, lovely anons, is where you come in; give me a Dragonborn who gives everyone the finger and tells the Stormcloaks and the Empire to screw off, before securing themselves as High King/Queen; their reasons can vary, their morals can be as clear cut or questionable as you please, and I really don't mind any race, gender, or pairing.

So long as bathroom stuff is kept in the bathroom, the answer to any of your questions will be 'yes', 'I don't care, they're all awesome', or 'Go for it, buddy!'

SECONDED!

Summary: This is the true account of the reluctant rise of Skyrims High Queen Gaeran Dobathil, the last dragonborn. Narrated at Helgan Castle shortly before her death at the age of four hundred and seventeen.

Tags:Het, Angst, friendship, romance, betrayal, family, self-esteem issues, dub con, hate sex, more tags to be added later, Non-cannon used of time lines and in game characters (nothing major just minor stuff).

Authors Note: I have been tempted to fill this for awhile This will be a long and involved fill, Before I commit to devoting the time and effort, I need to see if there is still any interest. I'm posting a sample of what I have in mind. If there is interest I will commit to finishing this.

Prologue

A dark end to an even darker journey, I guess it is fitting somehow that my life will end as obscure as it began. It is so surreal as I approach the chopping block, I try to keep my thoughts of home. But I can’t help but regret I’ll never find my answers never understand the secrets of my birth-
Excerpt from the ballad of
Gaeran Dobathil -Sundos 17th of Last Seed

Chapter one

My life has come full circle. I return to Helgen where it all began. It seems like yesterday, not a lifetime ago. The years have passed but I have never forgotten that faithful day.

I spent the morning hunting before crossing the border, never realizing I was in turn being hunted.

The paralysis spell hit me quite unexpectedly . A strange static energy traveling along my body, followed by an awareness of laying face down in the dirt. The mage who attacked me was very efficient at removing my clothing. She did at least leave me my smalls.

Her voice was scared and timid as she whispered “I’m sorry, I need these more than you” I never saw her face. I was hit with a second paralysis spell while she rifled through my supplies. Her footsteps receded, and I listened in disbelief as she and my horse disappeared into the mountains.

There were insects crawling on me as I lay there. It was starting to snow and I felt very cold before I could move again. The meat was still smoking over the campfire. The bedroll remained in the tent. My satchel filled with gold coins and potions was intact.

However, my map and all of my warm clothing and knives were gone. At that moment, my prospects were dismal. I could try and hunt some furs if I could survive the cold. But how would I tan them? I edged closer to the fire attempting to warm up.

I noticed some taffy colored homespun cloth hidden between some rocks. The ragged tunic and foot wraps offered little protection, but at least I was covered. The worse thing I could do was panic, so I sat down to plan my next move.

One day later
I broke camp at sunrise with my bow and arrow, what supplies I could carry along with the clothes on my back. My bedroll was wrapped around me in an attempt to ward off the cold. But I was still freezing.

The mountains I traveled were covered with snow and the ground was rocky. I started out in roughly the direction of the border using instincts honed by years of hunting. I felt quite pensive as I traveled. My quest was a righteous one and maybe the lady Azura was testing me. I was adamant that despite any hardships which came my way I would deliver my family offering to Azuras shrine.

Towards mid-day I stopped at a small pool to drink and refresh myself. I saw my reflection. I am definitely a “Patchwork Dunmer” as my mother always said. I resemble my maternal Dunmer ancestors. However, my eyes are a soft purple and my skin is more of a warm brownish gray with darker gray freckles. My hair is pure redguard compliments of my father who died before my birth.

I grew up torn between my dunmer and redguard heritage. While I learned the basics of swordplay to honor my father; and my hunting skills, honed by my elf blood, became legendary in my family.

My true love is my spiritual hertiage. I was raised by a mother who was the youngest member of a long line of Dunmer priestess. I was taught the restoration and enchanting schools of magic. As for destruction magic, I only have ancestors wrath and even that is watered down by my mixed blood.

I didn’t linger very long near the pool. The beautiful surrounding and misty air lulled me into a false sense of security. I felt like the only person alive and the mountains were quite majestic. Little did I anticipate the events about to unfold or the profound way they would effect the rest of my life.

I was snatched out of my thoughts, by a faint odor of wood smoke. I eagerly followed the scent until I came upon what appeared to be a military camp. At first the scene seemed Idyllic, There were tents set up on one side of the camp near horses and wagons.

Delicious odors rose from the meat roasting over the various camp fires. There soldiers wearing the uniform of the Imperial Legion on guard duty, and milling about. I noticed movement along the tree line surrounding the camp. A group of Nords whom I assumed were prisoners were secured to the trees. I was startled by an angry voice coming from behind me “walk nice and easy”. At first I did not panic.

I allowed myself to be prodded into the middle of the camp. I did not feel uneasy until I noticed the way the soldiers were all turning to glare at me quite unfriendly. The man behind me said “captain” as we were approached by a large Nord with white blond hair. He had the coldest ice blue eyes I had ever experienced filled with hate all directed at me.

My captor an imperial came around and securely tied my hands with a rope. She asked “Should I secure her with the rest of the prisoners captain?”. The blond man seemed to look through me without really seeing me “ why would a dunmer whore spread her legs for that rabble?’ he spat towards the tree line and the prisoners.

I was confused. What was he talking about? And how did spreading my legs even come into question? I finally found my voice, “I am a pilgrim, I don’t know your prisoners”. One of the nord prisoners taunted “ She is telling the truth man, that’s not the same woman as what fled. You think you can hold us? even our cook escaped you”. Then he laughed out right.

The Nord captain glanced towards the tree line then back at the woman who captured me. He shrugged “If the rabble are defending her she must mean something to them. She will earn her keep honestly for a change instead of consorting with Ulrich boys.” His next words chilled me to the very marrow of my bones. “Throw her to the men”.
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Authors Note: So what do you guys think? Is this worth continuing? Constructive criticism only please!

O boy please excuse the grammar and spelling mistakes! I got to caught up in being eager to post. Now i'm almost afraid to read the replies. If anyone would be so kind as to leave feedback, please I know the mistakes and am looking for reviews on my writing style. Thank You

I feel Azura gave me a reprieve that night, by sending me a protector. An orc solider barked at me to help with the food.

He glared at anyone who approached me. I spent hours that evening serving meals and cleaning up after the legion.

Towards the small hours of the night I was exhausted, even my fathers gift of redguard stamina would not rescue me.

An imperial called for more ale. I must have been moving to slow for him.

Suddenly he swung at me, I remember the orc jumping towards me, as I fell hitting my head on a large rock.

I came awake slowly to the rocking of a cart. I blinked trying to get my bearings and made the mistake of shifting. Pain radiated from my side up my back and around my ribs.

I felt frigid air on my chest and opened my eyes to look down at my body. I remembered I was wearing rags and did not have furs to keep me warm.

I could see bruises forming on my side and legs through tears in my garment.

My surroundings came into focus. I realized I was in a prison cart. Apparently I was in the company of the leader of the rebellion. At that time I was still confident my innocence would win my freedom.

I was only half listening to the conversation around me as I was in a lot of pain. I attempted to form a healing spell.

It was difficult with my hands tied but I did manage a little of the familiar yellow glow to escape my hands. It felt good as I directed it towards my side and ribs.

The Imperial wagon driver turned around and glared at me. He said “None of your fancy magic prisoner.

Two words escaped my mouth “I hurt”. Then he threatened me “use magic again and I will remove your hands from your body”.

Then he went back to driving the horses. Absolute silence reined in the wagon at that moment.

I looked at the men sitting around me. Not one would meet my eyes. The rebels knew I was innocent but they wouldn’t even look at me.

They were beyond contempt. It was that exact moment that I lost any illusions of safety as a citizen of the empire.

I suddenly felt violently ill barely able to get my head over the side of the wagon before I was vomiting.

Finally I settled back into my corner of the wagon resting my throbbing head in my hands.

I heard one prisoner ask where we were going. The man across from me replied he didn’t know but Sovngarde awaited.

At that point I ceased to care and begin to charge my healing spell again. The guard turned around and glared at me and I glared right back.

I’m not sure what he saw in my eyes but he turned around and continued driving as I began to apply my healing spell.

There was conversation taking place around me but I was solely focused on healing myself , difficult with hands bound.
I gradually became aware of the wagon slowing down and coming to a stop. we had arrived at Helgen.

It was much smaller back then before it was rebuilt.

I was in a daze as we were unloaded and lined up. A legionnaire began to check names against an execution list.

I felt a spark of hope as he indicated my name was not listed. His captain said I was going to the block anyway.

At that exact moment I lost all remaining fate in the Empire.

You ask why I joined the legion? It was a desperate attempt to recapture fate in a cause I no longer believed in.

I’m sure you have all heard the stories of what happened on 17th of Seed in 4E 201.

Helgen was attacked and destroyed by Alduin allowing me to escape execution. The story has been told in great detail by the bards.

I just have to clear up one thing. It was Hadvar of Riverwood who helped me escape.

In fact we became the best of friends and he was cheering me on the day I accepted the mantal of High Queen.

But forgive me I’m getting ahead of myself.

Following my experience at Helgen, I spent two months hunting, fishing and becoming friends with other hunters in the area.

But it couldn’t last. Very soon destiny came knocking at my door.

Wow no comments. I will put this on the back burner for awhile and focus on some of my other stuff. If anyone was lurking reading this I will get back to it eventually. Thank you for reading

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