Tansy's Tales

Talos granted me my Body, Kyne granted me my Voice, Akatosh granted me my Soul.
Tansy is a cold hearted Nord from Bruma who's just arrived in Skyrim. In Cyrodiil she was almost constantly alone. She was different, and it made people afraid. The only company she had was the occasional stranger to warm her bed. But she is finding that things are very different in Skyrim.

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2. Welcome to Skyrim

Tansy woke with a jolt as the wagon she was in went over a large rock. She winced at the pounding in her head and the pain from the arrowheads still in her.

¨You’re finally awake,’’ the Stormcloak man sitting across from her said. The sun glared in her face as they rolled down the road. There were other wagons carrying prisoners behind and in front of them. The blonde Nord in front of her nudged her foot, “You were trying to cross the border, and got caught up in the fray?” He was trying to be friendly. Tansy ignored him and accessed the other prisoners in the wagon. Beside the friendly Nord was a filthy looking man with terror in his eyes. Beside Tansy was a ruggedly handsome man clad in thick furs and armor. She noted that his wrists were bound same as the others and he also had a gag in his mouth.

The blonde spoke up again, “We wandered into that ambush same as you! And this thief over here.”

The dirt-covered thief turned to him, “Damn you, Stormcloaks! Skyrim was fine until you came along. The Empire was lazy...if they hadn’t been waiting for you, I’d have stolen that paint and been halfway to Hammerfell by now!”

“That paint was my horse!” Tansy threatened, glaring at the thief who backed down at her remark and mumbled to himself before working up the courage to speak to her. “Well, you and me, we shouldn’t be here! It’s these Stormcloaks they really want.”

The friendly Nord smiled sadly at them, “We’re all brothers and sisters in bonds now..”

The wagon driver turned and yelled at them to keep quiet. After several moments of silence, the thief turned to the man beside Tansy and cocked his head to get a better look at him. So far he had just sat in silence staring at his hands. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Watch your tongue! You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!”

The thief began to panic, “Ulfric, Jarl of Windhelm, leader of the rebellion? If they have you then… oh gods, where are they taking us?” he struggled to free his hands.

“I don’t know,” the Nord replied, “but Sovngarde awaits.” He was forlorn, yet tried to be comforting.

“No! This can’t happen, this isn’t happening!” the thief was struggling with his bonds to the point that Tansy thought he would fall out of the wagon; it was annoying.

The Nord tried to calm and distract him, “Hey, where are you from, horse thief?”

“Why do you care?” the thief asked, defeated.

“A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.” He turned to Tansy, “Where are you from?”

Since this man was about to die, Tansy saw no harm in being truthful.

“Bruma.” he smiled at this.

“I’ve heard that’s as Nordic a town as any here in Skyrim.”

“R’-Rorikstead. I’m from Rorikstead.” the thief stuttered

They rode in silence until they reached a settlement.

“Shor, Mara, Kynareth, DIbella, Akatosh, Divines! Please help me!” the horse thief was unravelling again.

 

A group of Thalmor were gathered speaking with some Imperial officers by the gate as they rolled through.

“I know this place, this is Helgen! I used to be sweet on a girl from here…” the blonde Nord continued to reminisce as Tansy took in her new surroundings. The townsfolk had gathered to watch the soldiers bringing their prisoners to the headsman’s block, a man was arguing with a young child who wanted to stay for the be-headings.

The wagon lurched to a stop and they were ushered out. She fell in line behind the other prisoners. They each approached the block after their name was called. Ralof, the friendly Nord, was saying goodbye to his fellow soldiers when the ground shook and the skies trembled as a loud roar was heard overhead. People were shouting and pointing at the sky, soldiers were yelling for quiet when a man walked up to Tansy with a quill and paper and tapped on her shoulder, “Who are you?”

“Tansy,” she glared at the man while eyeing an Imperial captain barking orders at some footsoldiers.

“You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim, kinsman. Captain!” The surly woman who was the Imperial captain walked over.

“What should we do, she’s not on the list?”
“Forget the list. She goes to the block.”

“By your orders, Captain.” Tansy growled softly at the woman as she walked away.

“I’m sorry. At least you’ll die here, in your homeland. Step on over to the block.”

Tansy was shoved towards the headsman’s block, Ralof said to find him in Sovngarde as she was shoved past him.

Deciding that now was as good a time as any, Tansy turned and bashed the headsman in the face with her elbow. He fell back a step and came back swinging the pommel of his axe into the side of her head. She fell over the block and her vision blurred, the ground shook again. An ear-splitting sound reverberated through the town, and a large black shadow was was circling overhead. People were shouting, the ground was shaking, the air felt as though it was on fire, Tansy felt envigorated.

She quickly rose from the block, the headsman was lying dead nearby. She fell backwards and saw that a large, black dragon had landed on the tower in front of her. For a brief moment time stood still as their eyes locked. Something inside Tansy stirred greatly urging her to kneel, while another part of her wanted to slay this great beast.

A low growl emanated from the dragon, “Dovahkiin.”

The dragon just spoke to her. Unsure what to do and acting by instinct only, Tansy let out a fierce war cry. The dragon replied by tilting his massive head to the sky and roaring. With the roar, the sky exploded and rained down meteors on Helgen.

Tansy scrambled out of the way of many fiery rocks as she made her way towards a tower where Ralof was standing.

“Zu’u Alduin. Zok sahrot do naan ko Lein! Zu’u lost daal!” the dragon roared as he attacked the town.

“Hurry! In here!” Ralof was shouting at her.

She ran inside and was face to face with Ulfric Stormcloak.

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