Tales of The Dragonborn

Arc 1; Dawnguard Pt. 1

Alduin was nearing him there was nothing he could do, he saw the black wings, he heard the ear-splitting roar and he felt the teeth dig into him. The Dragonborn awoke in a cold sweat, desperately grabbing at his bare upper body and yelling. After realizing it was a dream he became far more relaxed.

He mumbled to himself. "Just another stupid dream, you'd figure a month after killing that bastard they'd go away."

"My Thane! Is everything alright?" Jordis Sword-Maiden burst into the room sword drawn and prepared to defend her thane and friend.

"It's quite alright Jordis you can put that down, just a bad dream it was nothing" The Dragonborn smiled through a stifled yawn. Jordis clunked him over the head for that one.

"Hey what was that for!?"

"That was for scaring me!" jordis yelled clunking her thane with her sheathed sword several more times. The Dragonborn raised his hands in surrender "Alright I give, I give won't happen again!" The Dragonborn said meekly.

"Good, now you better get washed up Jarl Elisif wishes a word with you."

"Do I have to go?" He whined

"Yes Thane Mason, she said it was urgent."

"Fine." Mason grumbled as he stretched and headed to the washroom of his home, Proudspire Manor. Mason stared at his reflection and was relatively satisfied. Staring back at him was the reflection of a tall nord with light blue eyes, a soft nose, a round face and to top off the look three smooth horizontal scars running from his nose to the end of his left cheek. His eyes had some shadows under them, however, he noticed this was becoming his "normal" look. He took a step back and examined his torso, his reflection revealed dense yet very tone muscle and numerous scars the most prominent being three vertical scars down his back. He winced in pain as he ran his hand over them. "Talk about a near miss." He chuckled to himself as he started putting his armor on.

Mason came clunking down the stairs to a divine aroma of eggs, toast and his favorite snowberry strudel. He was practically salivating when Jordis set the meal in front of him.

"Eat up, I have a sick feeling you'll need your energy today." Mason leaned back after a quick gesture of thanks and started eating.

"You know…" he started taking a bite of toast and egg "After saving the world, almost single-handedly defeating the stormcloaks AND defeating the whole Dark Brotherhood they'd give me one break but of course not!" He grumbled between mouthfuls.

"Don't sell your acheviements short." Jordis replied with a smirk.

Mason returned the smirk "You do realize that I can get along just fine without you." He stated defiantly. Jordis leaned in close and wiped snowberry chunks from his chin

"Oh please, you the mighty Dragonborn can't even wipe your own mouth without me!" she yelled before whacking him with her sword again much to Mason's dismay.

"Hey I command you to cut it out!" The thane yelled through his laughter. At this moment Jordis couldn't help but be glad that her thane thought of her as a friend as opposed to the typical view of housecarls being servants, she was certain had it been another one of the fops from the blue palace she'd be at the block.

Jordis sat back in her seat contemplating these thoughts as she watched her thane eat. 'How could this man wield such power?' she thought to herself again. Mason was funny, charming, and had an enormous heart but he never seemed like a warrior to her. Her views on that changed when she joined him in battle, his warm smile replaced by a vicious smirk a look that stated "I live for this!" She was snapped from her thought when Mason let out a loud belch and she burst out laughing.

Mason finished breakfast and put his dishes in a small washbasin. He strapped his skyforge steel sword to his thigh, put his banded iron shield on a strap on the back of his steel armor and finally pulled on his boots. "See ya Jordis! I'll be back whenever, take good care of the house for me!"

"Of course my thane." She said with a smile as she prepared her own breakfast.

Mason hurried down the street to head to the blue palace when something caught his ear.

"JOIN THE DAWNGUARD! HELP THWART THIS VAMPIRE MENACE! PROTECT THOSE YOU HOLD DEAR!" The words came from an orcish man with short gray hair held aloft in a ponytail.

Mason walked over "Killing vampires huh? Where do I sign up!"

The orc laughed a loud booming laugh "Ha, Isran is gonna like you! We're based in Fort Dawnguard, a big fort not too far from Riften. Here let me mark it on your map." Mason handed over the map, which the orc scribbled a tiny "x" on it. Mason smiled not just at the new adventures to be had, but also the fact that this orc either didn't know or care he was of dragon blood.

Mason looked down the road at his initial destination and then his map. After a quick decision took off away from the Blue Palace 'Finally, something interesting' he thought to himself as he passed Jordis and her jaw dropped

"DON'T YOU HAVE A MEETING!?" She yelled only to hear the stubborn nord retort

"TELL HER TO RESCHEDULE!" Jordis stared in disbelief at the shining back of her thane's armor and realized that she had to come up with one oblivion sized excuse. She dropped her head as she headed to the Blue Palace. 'Falk is gonna be mad and I'm going to beat him when he gets back.' she thought to herself.

Mason ran down the winding road that led to Solitude and finally arrived at Katla's farm and quickly headed to the carriage driver.

"I can take you to any of the hold capitals." The driver said proudly.

"Good, I need to get to Riften by five if possible" Mason smirked at the driver's look of shock. "Maybe this'll help?" Mason threw a large bag of gold to the driver who simply stared.

He gulped before exclaiming "Climb aboard! We have no time for delays!" Mason smiled satisfied with the driver's response climbed on the back of the cart and allowed himself a nap.

Unfortunately sleep only brought back Mason's nightmares. He looked around in terror and suddenly was snatched by Alduin who laughed at him. Mason quickly slashed the dragon's leg but not before getting clawed down his back.

"Argh!" He screamed in pain as Alduin approached him and Mason couldn't move.

"Zu'u Alduin, bolog fah him laas Dovahkiin!" The black dragon roared as he swooped in for the kill.

Mason woke up when the cart made a sudden stop. "Here you are friend, with time to spare I might add!" Mason smiled at the driver whom appeared quite pleased with himself.

"Thanks for the ride I'll make sure people hear of your excellent service!" The driver blushed a little bit as Mason finished his statement. Mason smirked as he finished his statement "You've been a great help to the Dragonborn. I'll be seeing you around" Mason smirked as he left the driver whose jaw had dropped.

Mason stretched as he prepared for the hike to Fort Dawnguard. He started down the mountain path his shield making a slight thud as it bounced off his back. He smiled as he took in the beauty of The Rift and took a mental note that he definitely explore to explore it more often. After a quick break to check his map, now Mason knew he wasn't too far from the cave the orc showed on his map. After comparing where he was on the map to where he was supposed to be, Mason now had a clue of where he was.

'Well.' Mason thought to himself. 'According to this map the only thing between me and that godsforsaken cave is this mountain side.' Mason smirked "Oh boy, this'll be great fun." He observed the terrain, 'Gods it'll take me half hour to navigate this mountain side.' Mason thought to himself.

"Aw to Oblivion with that!" he took a deep breath "WULD NAH KEST!" and with that Mason was through the patch of forest with the speed of a strong Skyrim gale. Mason stood triumphantly at the mouth of the cave. "Ah much easier than walking." He chuckled as he began to squeeze through the tight opening.

When Mason finally finished his small cave trek and got his first glimpse of Dayspring Canyon his jaw dropped "By the divines."

Mason the Dragonborn, the man who walked Sovngarde and entered The Hall of Valor was dumbfounded by this mere canyon.

"I haven't seen something…this beautiful since Sovngarde" Mason shook his head, he was there to hunt vampires not admire canyons. Then a twig snapped before the source of the sound could so much as yelp, Mason had it on the ground with a sword digging into it's throat.

Mason realized what just happened and upon seeing it was a young man quickly put his sword away helping the young nord whom he had almost killed back to his feet.

"Uh sorry about that, what are you doing here anyways?" the nord looked on the verge of tears from this rough first encounter but he answered.

"Uh my name is Agmaer. Are you here to join the Dawnguard too?" The young nord started yammering about how he was nervous to go up alone. But Mason paid minimal attention as he took the time to size up Agmaer. The boy had jaw-length blonde hair that fell in waves and the look on his face showed he was probably still in his teens.

Agmaer kept on stuttering until Mason grabbed his mouth to silence him. "If you do me the kindest nicety and shut your mouth I'll gladly go up with you, deal?"

"D-d-deal" Agmaer stuttered through Mason's hand as Mason slowly removed his hand and started up the path. Mason for the most part ignored the boy as he kept up the path and was struck by a view more impressive than even Dayspring Canyon.

"I presume this is Fort Dawnguard?" Mason asked the boy as he stared in awe at the massive fort complete with towers and ramparts. "This is going to be good!" exclaimed a much more content Mason as he rubbed his hands together and they came to the door where a seasoned looking breton stood guard.

"You there, are you here to join the Dawnguard?" asked the breton whom Mason could now tell was at least a decade older than him but hasn't yet reached his mid-life.

Mason smirked and replied "You're good at this game! You wanna see if you can guess what color my loincloth is?"

The gateman stared dumbfounded before laughing a loud laugh "Oh boy, you and Isran will be getting along well, head right on in friend and for future reference my name is Celann!"

Mason smiled finally he was at Fort Dawnguard. He opened the main gate and was swallowed by a golden light.

Author's Note; Well there you have it the first of many chapters to my new series I'll be updating regularly and please leave a review with suggestions and comments I'm here to please. Big thanks ss3dj for pointing out some grammatical errors on my part.

Characters;

Mason; The Dragonborn, legate of the imperial legion, harbinger of the companions, arch mage of Winterhold, champion of numerous daedra and aedra and all around hero. He's really a nice guy and always willing to do the right thing however a scarred past made him distant he came to Skyrim in hopes of peace but go figure another fight awaited him. He's primarily good but with proper motivation can easily become an antihero primarily relies on sword and board and archery with thu'um serving as his magic however is a capable mage.

Jordis; Housecarl of Solitude and one of Mason's best friends.

Orc AKA Durak; Primary recruiter of Dawnguard and pretty decent guy.

Carriage Driver; Self explanatory.

Agmaer; Prospective Dawnguard member bit of milk drinker starting out.

Celann; Pretty nice guy second official Dawnguard member you meet.

Isran; Former vigilant of Stendarr now obsessed vampire killing head of the Dawnguard

Elisif; Jarl of Solitude and now queen of Skyrim

Falk; Steward for Elisif, also a decent guy.