Strength of the North

[Houndof Fenris]

In legends it was told that dragons would herald the coming of the end times. Skyrim is a province of Tamriel soaked in blood and snow, the far frigged north is under going a vast rebellion as the imperial legion fights tooth and nail with the Stormcloak in a bloody upheaval of civil politics, and now to make things worse the dragons have returned to skyrim to herald Ragnarok and the end of times.

The legends say that the dragonborn was supposed too stepforward to help destroy the dragon threat, but... the imperials chopped off the dragonborns head. Now with no dragonborn it is up to the people of Skyrim to find their strength, and once again defeat the dragons, this time without the power of the voice.

This is our Story. As the people of Skyrim. Versus our Greatest foe. The dragons

Setting- Whiterun.

 

[Houndof Fenris]

Ragnar roared at the smaller man. Ragnar stood bear chested in the circle of men as they were all very drunk but the fire burned within them all. The Smaller man swung out a punch which thudded against the Giant's chest and Ragnar swatted the man aside and plowed his heavy fist into his face and the smaller man falls unconcious and Ragnar raises his arms up as coin rans down on him and he laughed as he drank from a tankard of mead and he collected his winnings from the Fight and he walked out into the brisk air and Ulftut sat beside the door waiting for him "Miss me boy?" Ragnar asked the Large black dog and it barked excitedly "Come... lets get some dinner." He said as he slid his armor peice back onto his chest with his massive sheild on his back.