The Adventure of Caesar





Characters
''(Main Protagonist) Caesar - Born in 4E 180 - A Nord male Archer from Windhelm, now living with a mercenary gang in the forest of Falkreath, he is often known as the Hunting Arrow, for his ability to not be heard while hunting and his uncanny skill of a bow. He is to be the Dragonborn to stop and defeat Alduin from devouring the world.''

(Major Protagonist, Contagonist) Jolssa -  Born in 4E 180 - A female Breton, who is also a vampire, grows affections for Caesar against the odds, and often is kind and loving, but deals with her vampire past.

''(Side Protagonist) Jaarn the Heard - Born in 4E 181 - A loud Nord male who befriends Caesar when they were kids, now travels alongside him and the mercenary gang helping out as a smith, or healer. He is obsessed with mead and ale and often is hardy and willing to fight hard for any type of drink. ''

''(Side Protagonist) Aeryf the Fighter - Born in 4E 179 - A Nord female Barbarian who is Caesar's lover who knew him as a kid alongside Jaarn. She is often hot-headed, and will mainly resort to fighting than to talk.''

''(Main Antagonist) Alduin - Born date unknown - The Harbinger of Death, he is said to devour the world and plunge Tamriel into darkness, no regular person can stop him, only the Dragonborn, who is prophesied to stop Alduin as the final Dragonborn. ''

Chapter 1: The News
The deer stayed still as the night grew long, Caesar finally released his arrow and watched the deer fall. "Hey Caesar, you got that deer yet?" a Nord yelled at him. "Barely, with your yelling you could of scared it  from far away Jaarn." Caesar said to him smirking. "Screw you, just get the deer and move on."Jaarn said walking away. As Caesar neared towards the deer, a man running from the north road ran and dropped to the floor dead.

"Jaarn! Come look at this!" Caesar yelled across the quiet forest. Jaarn walked and sighed. "Another crazy fanatic from Helgen" Jaarn looked at Caesar "Looks like its going to be more work for you." Jaarn smirked and padded Caesar on the back. Caesar sighed and picked up the deer and the dead body. "Sorry Caesar, I have plenty of work to do as I'm the most important thing to the men." Jaarn said walking off.

"Got your meat, Jaarn" Caesar said dropping the deer on the floor in front of Jaarn's feet. "Well shit." Jaarn picked up the deer with a struggle and began to skin it. "Go talk to Aeryf, she wants you." Jaarn said skinning and pulling off sections of meat. Caesar walked off, smiling at he saw Aeryf talking to a soldier. "...Well I don't care what you think, just let our leader decide." Aeryf said to the soldier, walking off to see the smiling Caesar. "Well, how are you, Hunting Arrow?" Aeryf said, flirting with Caesar. "I'm fine, what was all that about?" Caesar said motioning towards the fading soldier. "Him? He's a soldier from Riften who wants our service to the Jarl, I told him to fuck off and let our leader decide." Aeryf said, wrapping her hands to Caesar's waist. "You know we can't show affections for each other around the men." Caesar whispered to Aeryf. "Screw what they see, we've been together since our childhood, there's no stopping me and how I show my feelings for you." Aeryf said, pulling Caesar closer. "Well if it isn't Aeryf, and Caesar together." Jaarn said, smiling and wiping deer blood to his clothes. "Hi Jaarn, you already finished skinning dinner?" Aeryf said looking at the blood. "Got some rookies doing it, I figured I could walk around and see you both. Anyway, dinner is almost ready, we're going to dry that deer and eat plnety tonight due to Caesar here."

Caesar, Jaarn, and Aeryf walked towards the dining area, and sat down looking at all the familiar faces. A few moments later Jaarn walked off, slightly waving to server dinner. "If we're served mead, I'm going to hit Jaarn." Aeryf said. The night grew long as finally the leader of the mercenaries walked in sitting in his table with his proud warriors. After a few drinks of mead, (Aeryf found Jaarn and hit him for it) the leader stood.

"Everyone! I have a important announcement! Seeing as how we're doing work for the local people here in Falkreath, I've decided to move our company to Riften, to help out with the war efforts there, I'm aware some of our fathers, mothers, sisters, and brothers were lost in this rampaging war, but Riften wants our service to be a small set of militia to keep out the Rebellion." Men rose from their seats to object and challenge the leader's authority. Caesar rose with them, angered by the fact he would have to kill his own kind to "help" out the locals to not be dangered to leave Riften. "Leader! We don't need to do this for Riften, you even said we shouldn't get in the affairs of the War! I will not blindly kill my Nordic brothers just to watch city-folk cheer us on and hold the line! Those Milk Drinkers can go back to Cyrodiil for all I care!" Caesar yelled angrily, with the support of the other Stormcloak supporters. The other half of the company rose and objected Caesar's claims, stating that the Rebellion isn't needed, that Skyrim will grow under Empire rule.

"ENOUGH! I see this decision has made this company fight amongst ourselves. We will go to Riften, deny their Empire support and help the locals, nothing more." The Leader said, slamming his cup to the table, walking away to his tent. Men poured out and mumbled at how their leader was a Empire supporter, in Skyrim. Caesar and Aeryf walked off kissing each other, bidding each other goodnight, and walking off to their tents. Jaarn stood in the empty dinner hall, picking up plates and bowls, sighing.

Chapter 2: Choices and Wrongs
Jaarn picked up a potato and threw it at Caesar. "What the hell Jaarn.." Jarn walked next to Caesar "Leader wants you, and by the way he asked for you, he's probably going to skin you." Jaarn said in a low voice. "I'm sure its because of what I said at dinner." Caesar said walking out of his tent, looking at the beautiful Falkreath forest and candles hung atop the branches, the morning sunshine amongst the gleam of swords at Jaarn's makeshift smith. Caesar walked amongst the other hunters who carried meat to support the move to Riften and give a few to wandering people amongst Helgen. Caesar arrived in the leaders grand tent, looking at the goods and wares the leader had to support the long trip.

"You called me, leader?" Caesar asked the distracted leader. "Call me Gorjan, its something I want my men to call me now. As you've stood against my authority, I'm not kicking you out of the camp, don't worry. Anyway, you've stood against me, and It's brave to stand against your leader, I've decided to ask you if what I'm doing is right, plus along with a few other things." Gorjan said, standing up. "I don't see what you've done bad so far, besides for showing your love of the Empire, despite being a Breton, and in Skyrim at the most." Caesar said, looking at the moping Gorjan. "I'm aware the moment I said that I loved the Empire, I made a huge mistake, Its just that with our company helping out the locals, it's hard to not get them to talk about the war being hard on them."

Gorjan said quietly, unsheathing his sword to oil it. "True, I have a question, are we going to Riften or was that a rouse?" Caesar asked Gorjan. "What made you think it was a rouse?" Gorjan said, grabbing more oil. "All of us know you, Gorjan, we're a family, at least tell us where we ARE going." Caesar told Gorjan. "Whiterun, its neutral to the war so far, that's our safest chance of not being sucked into a bloody battle with Imperials and Nords dead." Gorjan said, putting his sword back in his sheath. "Go do your routine now, leave this old Breton to some time alone." Gorjan told Caesar, sighing.

Caesar walked out of the tent, looking at the distant frosty mountains, grabbing his bow and walking out to hunt again. "Jaarn! Fetch me my arrows." Caesar said to the weary Jaarn. "Be careful out there, plenty of vampires have been seen lining those hills." Jaarn said to Caesar, giving him his arrows. "I'll be fine, we've hunted here for the longest and nobody has gotten bit." Caesar said to Jaarn walking away. After a hour of walking, Caesar arrived in his hunting spot, a beautiful view of the mountains through the forest trees and with plentiful deer to be hunted. Caesar saw his first target and loaded his arrow, when he was about to release the arrow, the deer disappeared with a trail of blood on the ground. "what the.." Caesar said as a vampire approached him and jumped on him trying to feed on new blood. "Get off you blood-binger!" Caesar said pulling his sword and hitting the vampires chest.

"Ah, looks like your the strong Nord type." The female vampire said smiling. The vampire pulled her sword and her blood spell. "All Nords are the strong type, its just the ones willing to fight back are the ones you don't mess with." Caesar said pulling out a arrow with a silver tip. "Lets play Nord." The vampire said moving to attack Caesar. As the vampire drew close moving with grace, Caesar focused his shot on the vampire and released it, missing on purpose watching the vampire get on top of him and smirk as she put her sword to his neck. "Any final words Nord?" The vampire asked Caesar. "you know, you should really watch where you land on me." Caesar told the smirking vampire. The vampire looked down when Caesar drove a dagger into her thigh and pushed her off. "A vampire actually fell for that, how stupid you are." Caesar said, walking to the silver arrow. The vampire stood up while Caesar grabbed the arrow and shot it into her heel, causing her to fall again in pain as Caesar dragged her to the camp.

"Tell me one thing vampire, how do you tolerate sunlight?" Caesar said to the nearly passed out vampire. "I'm not fully fledged, but I'm past the point where Its starting to barely hurt me." The Vampire said looking at the sky. "A question Nord, why didn't you kill me, it would of saved you the trouble of dragging me to where ever your taking me." "I don't kill people, even if they're monsters, plus I've never seen a female Breton get bit before." "Nord, you seem like the type of person who I'd get along with, besides for the fact you nearly tried to kill me a few minutes ago." "Its Caesar, I admire being called Nord, but at least you should know my name." Caesar said, seeing the camp in the distance. "Mine's Jolssa, nice to meet you, Caesar." Jolssa told Caesar. "Yeah yeah, don't get too relaxed, we're here." Caesar said dropping her for her to walk.

Men assembled at the camp with weapons. "Wait, she's not hostile, anymore." Caesar told the number of men looking at Jolssa. some of the men walked off, and others put their swords away, still eyeing Jolssa, some as a caution, some for her beauty. "These men have never seen a Breton before?" Jolssa whispered to herself. Gorjan walked out of his tent and saw the Breton and pulled his sword. "Wait wait wait!" Caesar said putting his hand out to stop the blade. Gorjan lowered his blade and looked confused. "Shes not hostile anymore." Caesar said. "Hostile? You brought that blood sucking Breton here!?" Gorjan yelled. "For your information, I actually walked in here without killing anyone, so if you want to accuse me of killing anyone, go ahead." Gorjan looked around and didn't hear a cry about a dead soldier. "Fine, what were you planning to do with her Caesar?" Gorjan asked, looking at Jolssa look around in the sky and the cold frosty mountains. "I was actually going to keep her in my tent, just so she can get used to the fact that we're not out to kill her while we sleep." Caesar told Gorjan, looking at Jolssa look at a butterfly. Gorjan sighed and walked away, motioning for his small band of warriors to go back to their meeting.

"Come on, follow me, and don't kill anybody." Caesar told her. "I won't keep promises, plus I need meat, and these men are the most tempting thing right now." Jolssa replied, looking at Caesar's body. "Stop looking at me, I don't like you." Caesar told her walking to his tent. "Why don't you? Is there something wrong with me?" Jolssa said, curious to his answer. Caesar kept walking, regretting what he said. "...nothing, its just that..besides your a vampire, and your..." Caesar traced off. "I'm what?" Jolssa said, getting closer to Caesar. "Your..." Caesar traced off again. "What am I, say it!" Jolssa yelled at Caesar. "Your beautiful..." Caesar said to Jolssa arriving at the tent. "Well...uh..thank you I guess." Jolssa said. Jolssa lied down on a spare bedroll and went to sleep, thinking about what just happened. Caesar lied down next to her, not to get any ideas, and just blew out the candle, and said good night to Jolssa.

Chapter 3: The Battle
Caesar, still asleep, moved his hand to move more comfortable, placing it on Jolssa's hip. Jolssa moved slightly and woke up looking at how close Caesar was to her. Jolssa looked at the opening of the tent and looked back at Caesar, looking at his neck, then at the hand he placed on her. "I'm sorry." Jolssa said to the quietly sleeping Caesar as she moved his head to bite his neck. "You shouldn't be." Aeryf said with a wooden stake. "Your going to kill me?" Jolssa said standing up, showing her fangs. "I won't if you stop getting close to him." Aeryf said, holding back her temptation. "He gets close to me!" Jolssa yelled, hissing at Aeryf. Caesar shook and turned and looked at both of them fighting. "What the hell, am I actually living the dream I had?" Caesar said, sighing and streching. "You bastard.." Aeryf said hitting Jolssa with her back hand, looking at Caesar. Jolssa fell back shocked.

"You want a fight? Then lets have one."Jolssa said hitting Aeryf, making her fall back to the opening of the tent. Jolssa grabbed Aeryf's hair and pulled hard, as Aeryf screamed, she elbowed Jolssa, pushing her to the crowd of men already looking at the cat fight. Aeryf threw the stake at Jolssa, hitting her in the arm. Aeryf grabbed a sword and Jolssa did the same, both continued to fight as Caesar gathered his senses and saw what was going on. "What the fuck is going on?" Caesar said getting in between both of them, Aeryf's sword hitting Caesars leg. "Let me hit her!" Aeryf yelled hitting Caesar with her hands. "Calm down, both of you!" Caesar said lifting Aeryf and giving her to Jaarn. "Calm her down Jaarn." Caesar said to Jaarn. Jaarn nodded and held her back as Aeryf threw curses at both Caesar and Jolssa walking away. "What the hell was that?" Caesar said, looking at Jolssa.

"I may or may not of been tempted to bite your neck." Jolssa said, looking down and ashamed of her actions. Caesar picked her head up, looking into her red-orange eyes. "And Aeryf came?" Caesar said to her, still eyeing into her eyes. "Yes, I didn't know why, I just felt...something that made me want to, and it wasn't the lack of blood." Jolssa said, looking into Caesars green-bluish eyes. Jolssa kissed Caesar, Caesar pulled back in shock. "What?" Jolssa said, trying to calm Caesar down. "Nothing, I'm gonna go now, I'll see you later." Caesar said turning around and walking off to Jaarn.

"Jaarn, we need to talk, now." Caesar said to the drinking Nord. "Fine. Somewhere private from the affairs of today?" Jaarn asked. "Yeah, lets go." Caesar said walking along side Jaarn. After a few minutes of walking away from the camp to a lake, Caesar finally said the first word. "What do you do when you have two woman liking you?" Caesar said to Jaarn, sitting down, grabbing ale from Jaarn. "Who? Aeryf and Jolssa? I mean they're both hot-headed, although Jolssa isn't quicker to get mad, But you've known Aeryf since your childhood, you barely know Jolssa, and that was only when she tried to kill you. I honestly don't know Jolssa like you do, but having your hand near her, and plus with the fact you slept near her, is bad enough to get Aeryf furious, she wouldn't stop talking about how your making a wrong choice." Jaarn said, twisting the bottle of ale. "I honestly, don't know anymore, I'm just confused of what I'm doing now." Caesar said looking down at his reflection. Jaarn stood up and tapped Caesar's shoulder. "I can't help you here, just choose who you want." Jaarn said walking away to camp, Caesar looked and sighed at what he was going to do, Aeryf or Jolssa? His mind traced off and thought of his childhood, looking at Aeryf when she was young, and looking at the young Jaarn running around Windhelm, playing hide and seek. Caesar then thought of Jolssa and her stature, she was tall for a female Breton, alongside being a vampire, which Caesar never had a relationship before, of course he dated many races, but Aeryf was always there to hep him out when he got older.

Caesar sighed and looked at the bright sky, when Jolssa put her hand on Caesar's shoulder. Caesar didn't flinch as Jolssa put her hand around him, trying to get him to talk. "Come on, I know what your feeling right now, Just speak to me and how you feel." Jolssa said with her persuasive tone, edging towards Caesar. "I like how your a vampire, and the fact that your a Breton, and how your perfect for me, but I need sometime to decide if either you or Aeryf are my choices, I'm confused right now." Caesar said in a low whisper. "I understand, I'll leave you alone for some time, We're moving to Whiterun right now, take as much time as you need, I'm sure you can handle what the wilderness brings out here." Jolssa said kissing Caesar on the neck and cheek. Jolssa walked away, but not without an eye from Caesar looking at her.

Caesar heard the movements of horses and men carrying stuff to Whiterun, Caesar watched as Jaarn handle Aeryf, blocking her view of Jolssa. Caesar stood up and walked around, picking up stones throwing them to the water, watching them skip and plunge down into the bottom of the lake. Caesar walked away, towards Jolssa and held her hand. "Im not sure if I chose right, but at least I have you to guide me the way." Caesar said to Jolssa, smiling. As the caravan grew close to Whiterun after hours of walking and stopping, they neared towards the plains that surrounded the trade hub of Skyrim, as they neared closer they could see a band of Khajiits near the gates, Gorjan set up camp near them, and rested and told the mercenaries to build up their tents. After another set of hours of painstakingly setting up tents, moving food, checking for any rouges, they finally could relax, drink, and eat. Caesar walked into the dining hall with smiling faces and distrustful ones, Caesar sat down next to Jaarn and Aeryf, looking down from Aeryf. "I'm not mad anymore, love who you want, just tell us first." Aeryf said, grabbing mead. "..Look, I never meant to betray you, its just that Jolssa has been, tempting in her short time here, I don't want to get anybody mad at what has happened so quickly." Caesar said, drinking his wine. After a few awkward seconds of eating, Jolssa came and sat down next to Caesar, waving at Jaarn and nodding at Aeryf. "Sorry for what I did to you." Jolssa said to Aeryf. "It's fine, Jaarn gave me his mead that calms us down when we're mad at each other in the camp, I'm sorry for what I did too." Aeryf said starting to whisper.

Whiterun guards came into the hall. "We need your help NOW." The guards said. Men from other tables began to rise and grab their weapons as they heard a shriek and the clatter of wings. "Is that a..." Jaarn said as fire began to spur from the edge of a tent. Everyone stood up and gathered their arms, running out as Gorjan lead his warriors to a ruined watchtower. "Archers, I need a view of what we're facing, mages brew what you need to help us and hurt that thing, warriors defensive stance!" Gorjan said yelling over the shrieks of the flying beast. "A Dragon!?" Various Nords yelled out. The dragon landed on top of the tower bursting out fire from its mouth, hitting various soldiers. "Fuck! Hit it now!" Gorjan said to the shocked archers, the archers began their barrage of arrows, most of them falling off the dragon as it began to shoot more fire. Another dragon appeared, more black than the first one, and began to talk as the amount of soldiers stopped their fighting. "So the Dova is here, how nice to see him after all this time, Mirmulnir, finish them, and bring me the Dova alive!" Alduin said flying off.

Mirmulnir continued to shoot out fire and finally landed, throwing his tail everywhere, making it impossible to get near him. Jolssa charged forward with a band of younger soldiers as Mirmulnir was focused on the tower that a few men piled in, shooting arrows through the slits. the dragon pushed its wing out, knocking Jolssa back and killing a few men that were already bloody. Caesar knocked his arrows and shot rapidly at the dragon, most of them being knocked off. "We can't hit it with arrows, we need to charge forward and hope to overpower it!" Caesar said to the small band of living archers. The archers hesitated but pulled their axes and swords and charged forward, giving out their war cry, hitting the dragon, and causing it to flinch and retaliate back, swinging its tail, hitting Caesar and causing him to bleed on the ground. "Shit, its almost down...." Caesar only managed to hear as he struggled to not close his eyes. Aeryf ran to him, giving him a potion, and dragging him to a part of the tower that was not being damaged. "Your going to be fine, just cover this wound and you'll be fine." Aeryf said, running back to fight against the dragon. Caesar then heard a final scream and then a cheer of men and women who were proud of killing a dragon.

Caesar finally closed his eyes, trying to not give up anymore. "Whats going on?" Jaarn said looking at the dragon burn away, giving away a aura that headed towards Caesar. Caesar felt the aura surround him and he opened his eyes again, looking at his wounds, which were healed. "Did I just absorb a dragon?" Caesar said standing up and looking at everyone. "Dragonborn..." A few guards said as they began to bow. Soon the whole group of men, women, and elders, bowed down to Caesar, whispering Dragonborn. Jolssa grabbed Caesar and kissed him, Caesar didn't pull back, yet, embraced it. Aeryf stood there, awkwardly staring, then walked off in anger. "A fancy new title for you already?" Jolssa said, smiling at Caesar. "I guess so, but can anyone here tell me what Dragonborn is? All I've heard are stories about Tiber Septim being Dragonborn and conquering all of Tamriel." Caesar said to the group of guards and soldiers looking at him. "The Dragonborn is the legendary figure able to stop the black dragon, Alduin." A Whiterun guard said. "He's the most powerful figure in history, as Arkay gave the power to a few." A soldier said. Caesar walked away, happy of what he heard, and somewhat unprepared of his next move.

"Caesar! Come here!" Jaarn said running to Caesar. "What is it?" Caesar said running to Jaarn. "Gorjan is dying, he asked you to be next to him. " Jaarn said as Caesar ran alongside him on the plains. "...where...is..he.." Gorjan said, spurting out blood, surrounded by his table of warriors, holding him, to relax him. "He's here." A female warrior said to him. "Caesar..come he-" Gorjan could manage to say after he gushed out more blood. Caesar walked over, and saw the old man try to produce words. "...Lead...the..camp... I..won't live through this... "Gorjan said, gushing out a final stream of blood before closing his eyes. a eruption of sobs came from the women, and a few of the men, as they began to clean him and drag him to his tent.

"Well, Jolssa, I'm the leader now, I don't know what to do." Caesar said to Jolssa, who was starting to already heal her wounds. "You decide where we go now, and what we do. " Jolssa said, looking at the sunset. "You know, its starting to hurt more now, I haven't had meat since you caught me." Jolssa said. "The meat slows down the process?" Caesar asked her, ponding about what to do. "It can reverse it, but it won't take away my vampirism, the more meat I have, the more slower the affects come until it stops." Jolssa said, standing up.

"You've never actually decided to remove your vampirism?" Caesar told her, cleaning the blood from his face. "I've tried, believe me, its hard to do it yourself, aparently you need a priest to clean your body with water of the divines." "I bet Jaarn could do it for you." Caesar told her. "Jaarn is nice, but I don't need him seeing me naked, that's the only true way it would work." Jolssa told him. "Naked? I've heard different stories." Caesar said. "Believe what you want just leave me alone about it for now." Jolssa said walking away. "Your going to eat?" Caesar asked. "Yeah, I'm been bloody hungry since you got me, I'm actually surprised I didn't attack you right now." Jolssa said. "Fine, but don't bite anyone or kill anyone." Caesar told her, eyeing her as she left. Caesar sighed as now it was his time to guide the camp, Leaders often died from old age, and often times battles, but not dragon attacks. Caesar sighed and lied down to rest.

Chapter 4: The War for Skyrim
Caesar woke up with Jolssa on top of him. "Well am I living a dream or a fantasy?" Caesar said smiling at the vampire. "both, but enough of me toying with you and making you happy, the men want your first direction to what we're going to do. " Jolssa said, getting off of him and fixing her hair. "Just to say, where do you stand on the war?" Caesar ask her, looking at her. "I never really thought about it, the Imperials want unification of Skyrim while the Nords want freedom of the Empire's grasp upon Skyrim, To be honest, Freedom would be more important to me considering that the Thalmor are riding on the Empire's back and kidnapping Nords." Jolssa said to him, smiling to him in the mirror. "Well I'm gonna go make my first decision as leader, meet me there, I need to talk to Aeryf first." Caesar said, walking out eyeing Jolssa. Caesar walked to the hall, heading to Aeryf who was waiting to see him. Along the way, Caesar saw burned down tents, which he assumed were burned down and spread rapidly due to there not being many people here, asides from a few healers. Caesar then heard the cries of agony and pain as wounded men were being treated.

"Hello, Caesar." Aeryf said, smiling at him. "I'm not here to flirt, you know already I'm with Jolssa." Caesar told her. "Being with a vampire after killing a dragon is worthy of song, but at the very least be careful of who you be with." Aeryf said to him, whispering. Caesar shook his head. "We're perfect together, I mean when we were together you didn't question every little thing that I looked at." Caesar said, smirking. "I know I didn't, I'm just worried about you, I still have feelings for you." Aeryf said, smiling at Caesar, holding her hand to his face, feeling his beard and how neatly trimmed it was. "I'm aware of that, but at the very least, if you need a person to calm you down or talk to you, get Jaarn or me, or Jolssa when the time comes." Caesar said, opening the tent flap to the dining hall and letting Aeryf pass through. " I need to do my speech, I'll talk to you later. " Caesar said to Aeryf who sat down talking to Jaarn. Caesar walked up next to his chair and began to talk.

"Men! I see that the few of you here are from many lands, I see that many of you carry scars from mistaken slashes and dragon hits, but now I have a speech to do for you all. I recently thought that what Gorjan was doing was right, bless his soul. I have a proposal for you all, that we all go to Windhelm and conscript our company to the Stormcloaks." Caesar said, retrieving affection and hatred. "Betrayal! We weren't meant to fight in wars!" A Dunmer said, gaining support of the Imperial supporters. Stormcloak supporters cheering and threw taunts and curses at the Imperial supporters. Caesar looked at all of the races and thought of their hatred and alliegiances of their homeland.

Half of the Dunmer rose to the Empire, the half to the Stormcloaks, Dunmer now are treated like trash in Windhelm, however those we rose to the Stormcloaks decided that they were willing to prove their worth. All of the Redguards stood up for the Empire, as they've been protected by the Legion and haven't be prosecuted by the Thalmor. The Orcs stood up the same for the Redguards, Orcs have earned their respect to the Empire after two-hundred years of smithing and fierce warriors that Orcs have supplied to the Empire, however only smithing is the thing that the Empire wants from the Orcs. The Bosmer were split in half by both groups, since their native homeland is isolated by huge trees that the Bosmer make their homes on. All of the Khajiits stood for the Stormcloaks, they were willing to fight for Ulfric, as the Empire doesn't show respect for them, and even being on good terms with the Empire doesn't help them, as Khajiits keep their politics shrouded in mystery. The Bretons stayed sitting down, most Betons aren't fighting of other's peoples wars, unless they were involved with it. The Argonians were split in half again, as they had mixed feelings with the Empire, they're unsual ways to humans, often causes the Empire to dismiss them as port city rabble, while the Stormcloaks were slightly better, giving a few Argonians a chance to open shops and treat them with slightly better respect, than Argonians in Cyrodiil.

"Enough! I see that my ways of talking versus Gorjan's is not perfect, yet this Is what Skyrim needs, a Unification, rather then The Empire governing us down south, where the Emperor does nothing and make Cyrodiil richer!" Caesar yelled to the Imperial supporters. A Dunmer Imperial supporter began to talk. "We don't love the Empire, yet this seems to be the worse way for Skyrim to unify it's people, A Jarl running off from Markarth and claiming his crown, and declaring Skyrim unworthy of the Empire? A unsuitable case if I was in your shoes. Yet, none of here actually believe that the Empire would reward us if we do fight hard, unless earning of "Rank" is a reward and some small land." The Dunmer said, gaining support from his brethren. "You don't want to help the Empire?" Caesar said. "We don't want to help it THIS way, I mean the Emperor would come here himself and unify Skyrim, rather than sit down south. " a Khajiit said standing up. " "None of you will fight me?" Caesar said to the crowd of people who appeared calm. " No, Because we are family, and family sticks together, no matter the difference, we follow your lead into combat, we may not like what your doing, but its certainly better than fighting against freedom." A Breton said standing up. His brethren shunned him and began to whisper if the war was their calling. "Good then, we help Skyrim today, We march to Windhelm!" Caesar said cheering on the sounds of hurrah's as he drank his mead until he became drunk.

"Wake up, you drinking Nord." Jaarn said as he picked Caesar up from his chair and carried him to his tent where Jolssa was covered in the bedsheets, half asleep. "This is yours I assume." Jaarn said dropping Caesar on the bed. "Oh! Uh...Jaarn, sorry to make you see me like this, I'm not exactly clothed under here." Jolssa said, shocked and embarrassed of her actions. "Oh..well I'll be going, I didn't mean to see you like that, have fun with Caesar, er not that way, unless you mean to, but that's none of my business." Jaarn said rapidly, walking away awkwardly. Jolssa sighed as she saw her love, half drunk, half asleep. "..Jolsa, I hope thiss nevr chanes..." Caesar said, trying to focus out of his drunk to look at Jolssa clearly. " I hope it doesn't either." Jolssa said, stroking his long dark brown hair, tucking him into bed. "You know, there are ways to make a vampire not thirst for blood." Jolssa said smiling at him. Caesar threw a smug smile and blew out the candle, tugging around the bed sheets with Jolssa.

"Well that was....something." Caesar said lying on his back. "It's day right?" Jolssa asked him. "Yeah, I should probably help out with the men, it's going to be a long trip to Windhelm." Caesar told her, kissing her as he stood and got dressed. "Goodbye, my love." Jolssa said, going back to sleep. Caesar already saw men picking up tents and storing their wares. "Lets go!" other Nords said in the distance to hurry up the process. Jaarn picked up his wares and put them in a chest. "You need help Jaarn?" Caesar asked him. "Yes actually, help me store these weapons and lift the anvil." Jaarn said, grabbing a set of arrows. "And here, I made you a set of arrows." Jaarn said, giving them to Caesar. "Dwarven?" Caesar asked Jaarn. "No its a mix of Dwarven, and something called Stalhrim, a very rare ore here." Jaarn said. Caesar looked at the Arrows, the tip was colored blue with engravings along the shaft that read: Fight for your side, and fight hard while you do. The fletching was colored with a fusion of red and blue, and a small cut of a emerald on the tip of the nock. "Thank you Jaarn, I know it must of taken you a lot of time to make these." Caesar said admiring the arrows. "Anytime, just wanted to give our new leader something to like. Be careful with these, there's only forty of these, so use them wisely." Jaarn said, lifting the anvil, with Caesar's help.

After a few hours of helping out Jaarn, Aeryf and the other men and women with their supplies, the camp was ready to move. "Jolssa, wake up." Caesar said. "why?" Jolssa said, half-asleep. "We need to take my tent down, we're the last ones." Caesar said to her, picking up a few things and putting them into chests. "Here your clothes." Caesar said, throwing her black tight clothes at her. "Fine, but at least tell me in a happy mood." Jolssa said, standing up putting on her clothes. "What?" Jolssa said, ashamed of appearing naked. "Nothing, just why so many scars on your back?" Caesar said to her. "Most of them are from..." Jolssa managed to say after stopping. "It's fine if you don't want to tell me, I have a few too." Caesar said, trying to ease her from pressure. "Not from the hatred the man gave these to me." Jolssa said, causing a awkward surronding. Jolssa finished getting dressed, walking out for the builders to take down the tent. " Do your work, I'll talk with her." Caesar said to them, walking away.

Caesar saw Jolssa run to a small tree, crying. "I'm sorry if I made you think about your past, its just that I want to know you better." Caesar said to her, who was already sliding down on the tree, sobbing. "It's fine, I just have to stay strong from my past, I'll tell you a few things if you want." Jolssa said, fighting her tears. Caesar sat down next to her, listening. "Well, firstly, I was born in Highrock, I was born out of the middle class, I lived life to the fullest there, until my parents knew of what I was doing, which was worshipping Talos, when the Thalmor came to Highrock. My parents threw me out of the house, afraid that my foolishness would get all of us in trouble. I soon met a Dunmer named Tovaus in a tavern a few days later. He was handsome and a vampire, and we had so much in common. After we left the tavern, he took me to his house where he bit my neck and began to...." Jolssa stopped, looking at Caesar's reaction, which was shocked, but not disgusted.

"Your turn. " Jolssa said to him. "Well, I was born in Windhelm by a Breton mother, and a Nord father, I loved it there, playing with Aeryf and Jaarn as we grew up, we left when Jaarn got recruited by Gorjan, we persuaded him to let us join, we were about...sixteen at the time, I loved the work, and Gorjan saw my skills as a hunter, and often mentored me in the ways of the blade, alongside magic, which was my weak spot, but I loved healing, and I grew up to be the man you know." Caesar said, sighing as the yellow fields blew as the wind came along. "You want to hear the rest?" Jolssa said to him. "You don't have to if you don't want to." Caesar said to her, holding his hand around her. "Thank you for the things you've done for me." Jolssa said to him. Caesar nodded and stood. "We should get going." Caesar said. Jolssa stood up, and walked alongside him.

They arrived to the already ready band of men and women, already leading the way to Windhelm. "Leader, your horse." A Dunmer stable hand said. "Horse? I don't have one." Caesar said to him. The stable hand dragged besides him a Champagne horse." Gorjan's horse is strong and still young, and its tradition for the leader to ride a horse." The stable hand said, giving the horse to Caesar. "Jolssa?" Caesar said to her. "Of course." Jolssa said to him, getting atop the horse behind Caesar. "Now, we march to Windhelm!" Caesar said to the group, receiving cheers and a few claps, walking to Windhelm.

Chapter 5: The Stars and the Sun
Caesar stood atop his horse, slumped over worried of where the caravan was located to where Windhelm was. Jolssa covered him, hugging him for warmth as Caesar finally saw a source of life, a wandering farmer, carrying a sack of clothes with him. "Windhelm is near here stranger"?" Caesar asked him, shivering from the cold. "Its around the corner, and mind the Nords." The farmer told him, walking away. After turning the corner, Caesar smiled as he saw the great stone city. Men began to run and set up their tents by breaking away the hard snowy dirt, and moving rocks into place. After a large amount of hours working, the whole camp was ready to relax and not worry about anything. Jolssa, Jaarn, Aeryf and Caesar, walked into the city gates, Jolssa looking at ruins and harsh living, while Caesar and the rest saw their loving home and childhood. "Tavern guys?" Caesar asked them, pulling out his purse. "Hell yeah, its time for us to see whats new." Jaarn said. "That's what I need now anyway." Aeryf said, looking at the Tavern in front of them. "Sure, I actually can see what this city can help us with." Jolssa said, still looking at poor Dunmer elves walking the streets. As they walked to the Tavern a Nord man looked at Jolssa, pushing her. "Hey there, Breton, how about you go home to Highrock." The man said. "How about you go fuck off in your alley way." Caesar said steeping between Jolssa and the man. "And your defending her?" The man said, shocked. Caesar punched the man, dropping him to the floor. "Most of the people here believe that only Nords should live in Skyrim." Caesar said to Jolssa. They entered the tavern, receiving more hospitality than on the streets.

After buying a few drinks and laughing and talking, Jolssa finally said to Caesar. "Should we celebrate?" Caesar looked at her, slightly drunk, but clearly focused. "If you want, I don't want to leave Jaarn and Aeryf along and not tell them." Caesar said, Motioning towards Jaarn and Aeryf who were flirting near the window. "They're finally becoming a thing?" Jolssa said to him, looking at both of them. "Somewhat, they never really thought about it when they were kids, it seems like it could work." Caesar to her, standing up and dragging Jolssa upstairs. "So you do want to celebrate?" Jolssa said smiling, already unbuttoning a part of her clothes. "Not yet, tell me the rest of your vampirism story." Caesar said to her, nearly regretting what he said. Jolssa flinched at the question, hesitating to speak but finally did.

"Well where was I?" Jolssa wondered. "At the part where Tovaus bite your neck." Caesar said, trying to not show his emotions. "Well, after he bit my neck, he proceeded to torture me, swearing that If I went to anyone and tell them that he bite my neck, he would kill me. I cried, then I finally saw a bone on the floor, I screamed and retaliated, hitting him with it, he fell back and I killed him, I was scared of what to do next. The guard came in and told me to not do anything, I was questioned and I was released, After that happened, I wandered around a bit, entering Skyrim and I ended up near the forests where you caught me." Jolssa said, staring at Caesar and sighing."Well should we...?" Jolssa said, motioning towards the bed. "If it will take your mind off the story and the travel." Caesar said to  her, taking off his armor and helping Jolssa.

After a half hour of love between Caesar and Jolssa, Jolssa sighed and looked at Caesar." Well, Arrow." Jolssa said, laughing as Caesar stood up, looking out the window. "Vampire." Caesar said, looking at the camp, trying to look at anything unsual. "Come on, have a bit of fun at least, don't just be plain." Jolssa said to him, getting behind him, her hands near his waist. "Its not that, Im just worried if we're making the right choice." Caesar said to her, turning around, looking at her curves. "The Nords want freedom don't they?" Jolssa said to him, stroking his hair, kissing his neck. "They do, but all it seems right now is that they need is that, they won't care for other people, the Imperals will be fair to the other races, but won't allow Talos.." Caesar traced off, being distracted by Jolssa, and grabbed his and fell back on the bed, hearing Jolssa laugh. "But, isn't that what you wanted? Talos? Or order rather than faith?"

Jolssa said to him, smiling as he looked at her. "I want both, but most Nords are...Stubborn as times." Caesar said as he laided his head back. "But which one do you want more? since its the only choice we have to make." Jolssa said to him, opening her mouth but not speaking. "I'm already beating you?" Caesar said to her, smiling. "You wish, its just you and your sex." Jolssa said to him, smiling. "I think the Empire is doing the right thing, just the Thalmor riding them is the bad part of it, the Nords want their god, The Empire wants to beat back the Thalmor, but its hard enough of having a rebelling province." Caesar said to her, trying to not give up easily. "Your beat?" Jolssa said to him, trying to not to produce a moan in the process. "Fine, you won that." Caesar said to her, sighing and standing up to get his armor. "Aw, so beat already?" Jolssa said to him, motioning her finger towards him. "Stay sexy as I go talk to Ulfric." Caesar said to her, eyeing her as he put on his armor.

Caesar walked out of the tavern, looking at the poor dunmer people who were begging for coins and few better dressed nords, socffing at them, a few hesitating to scoff. "Looks like a few are with me..." Caesar whispered to himself, trying to hurry to the Palace of the Kings. "Whoa there, your the guy with the mercenaries aren't you?" A guard said to him. "Yeah why?" Caesar said to him, trying to open the door the the Palace. "Watch who you bring here, I don't like those Kahjiits you brought here." the guard said to him. "Fine, I'll keep them out of trouble, just let me through." Caesar said, pushing the guards hand away from him and entering.

"Galmar, he'll join us soon enough." Ulfric said, sitting atop his throne, eyeing Caesar. "A fellow Nord joins us in our hall Galmar." Ulfric said to Galmar. "My jarl, I have travelled here from Whiterun to help you in your battle for a free Skyrim." Caesar said, hesitating to mouth the words together. "You do?" I would've assumed you would help the Empire, since I've heard of your camp being in Falkreath and your proud Breton Heritage." Ulfric said, standing on his throne, pulling his sword to bless Caesar and his help. "I would've if my previous camp leader wouldn't of died, we could of been in Solitude by now." Caesar said, rising.

"Well your sure you want to join my ranks? As soon as you do, the Empire will know, and you'll be hunted by them." Ulfric said, looking at Caesar's weary face. "I honestly...don't know now." Caesar said to the Jarl, looking ashamed. "You want to help skyrim don't you? Then join us." "I'm unsure of what I want, so far you want faith rather then order, I don't want to help the Empire with the Thalmor riding them like a horse, but It seems the people out here that aren't Nords, will have problems." "True, but right now, I'm fighting for a free Skyrim, then after that's finished, I'll do my best to help the other races, We all have our intentions, and mine is to bring Skyrim to its highest point and reunite the Jarls as a true power in Tamriel, I may not want absolute power, just something that can help Skyrim be its former self when Talos came to Skyrim." Ulfric said, looking at the ashamed Caesar. "If you need time to think of it, I'll give you two days to think on it, now go, and make the right choice." Ulfric said to him, putting his sword away. Caesar nodded and walked away, thinking about his three choices.

"I don't know Jolssa.." Caesar said to Jolssa, who was still naked, fixing her hair, deciding what to do also. "I mean, if he's true to what he says, then join him, but the Empire will hate you for it, on another note, joining the Empire will cause most of the people here to desert, but you'll be famed by the Emperor for your help for the Empire, but you'll be hated by your fellow Nords and other races who see the Nord's way of victory the right way." Jolssa said, sitting down, trying to not he wooed by Caesar's calm hands around her. "Stop, you lost, I don't want to go again." Jolssa said to him, giggling. "I mean, the Empire wants to do all of it when they take sections of Skyrim, Ulfric wants all regions then, order is the next thing for him, If he promises that." Caesar said, kissing Jolssa on the neck, moving his hands to her waist. "Then do what you need to do and stop trying to get me to beat you again." Jolssa said, standing up, putting on her clothes. "You want to stop me? like you always do?" Jolssa said, buttoning her cloths slowly. "Its tempting, since your body has a natural curve...really tempting." Caesar said, eyeing the flirting Jolssa. "If you have to go do something..." Jolssa managed to say before Jaarn walked in, looking at Jolssa. "Oh shit!" Jaarn said covering his view of Jolssa, walking away from the door. "Sorry about that..." Jaarn said before Aeryf walked in, looking at the embarrrassed Jolssa, trying to cover her shape from both of them. "Did I walk into something?" Aeryf said Jolsssa,comparing Jolssa's shape to hers. "No, just Jolssa tempting me." Caesar said, trying to not anger Aeryf.