User:Jazzycat124/Elder Scrolls Character Histories

Hello
These are the backgrounds/histories of the characters I've made on the Elder Scrolls games. Enjoy! ^_^

1: Emathy
Emathy was born to two ranchers in The Reach, a dangerous territory owned by ancient Dwarven tombs, terrifying wolves and sabrecats, Forsworn and more. Her father was a tall, stocky, handsome man with dark blonde hair – a Nord – called Ulfric. Her mother was a red-haired, young Imperial woman, a former member of the Imperial Legion as a soldier and healer. Her name was Lilhanna The Swift, or Lilhanna, She got her title from her days in the army. And what of Emathy? She is a girl with blonde, shoulder-length hair and green eyes like the sabrecat her mother got her title from dodging and striking, eventually killing. Emathy never got to see her father much, because he was always harvesting crops or trading produce or hanging with friends at Markarth’s Silver-Blood Inn. So Emathy spent her time working with her mother or alone. But the time she did spend with her Pa she cherished. He told her stories of Forsworn, and the Great War. He would go hunting with her or take her on a carriage to Markarth.

The Empire hadn’t been a threat for years following Emathy’s birth, but once their current uprising begun and the next semi-Great War started, Ulfric proceeded to spend more and more time away from the farm, and Lilhanna grew nervous and worried, being overprotective with XI-year-old Em.

One night in Frostfall on Fridas the III, near the end of the extra Skyrim cold, Ulfric was out on another errand and Ma was asleep. Emathy was just getting a tankard of milk when she saw an unusual pale shape gleaming on her parents’ dresser at the end of their bed. Emathy dropped to all fours like a dog and crept silently up to the drawer. Checking to make sure her mother was still asleep, the child reached out, snatched the piece of parchment off the wood surface and crept back to the kitchen, paper in her mouth. She spat it out, and then grabbed a lit candle in a holder on top of the carrot crate beside her. Placing the candle on the stone-and-wood floor in front of her, Emathy picked the piece of paper up. Now that there was some light, Em could see that the parchment was doubled over, tied up with thin blue string. Curiosity gnawed at Emathy until she could bear it no longer. She untied the knots sealing the paper and opened it up. It was a long letter, sent to Emathy’s father. Entitled “The Stormcloak Issue”, it read: ''The Stormcloak Issue To Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak,

We know you haven’t been called that for many years now, msybe X or XI, but we have written this letter to inform Your Highness that the Stormcloaks need your help again. The Empire has banned the worship of Talos and attempted to overthrow many of our villages, farms and cities, as you know. We cannot let these outrageous Imperial and Thalmor (Aldmeri Dominion) crimes corrupt Skyrim any further, so it is asked that you retake your position as Jarl of Windhelm immediately. We have no time to waste. The Empire and Aldmeri Dominion strike us, we strike back harder. From your last letter, we understand you now have a wife and daughter and live in The Reach, We are afraid that serious battle duties as Jarl will keep you from them, so we recommend your Emathy be shipped off to Honorhall Orphanage in Riften, The Rift. There she will have new friends to play with and will be cared for appropriately by the orphanage’s manager, Grelod The Kind, who is a lovely woman from what I hear. As for your wife Lilhanna, you should get away from her as soon as possible. She may be a former, retired Legion soldier, but she may still be able to contact General Tullius with any Stormcloak information now that the war has started. You could sell your farm or at least your animals.

Reply soon. Regards,

The Stormcloak Army of Windhelm' Emathy was shocked. She too had heard of Honorhall Orphanage. The children were nice, but Grelod The Kind wasn’t kind at all. She was a dreadful, ugly old woman, who liked to beat her clients and make them overwork enormously. She smacked and scolded them unnecessarily, and never let anyone get adopted because she enjoyed torturing and taunting them with words of discouragement, like “Nobody wants you” and “There’s a big, scary world out there you’ll be tossed into when you come of age!” Anyone who sent their kids there must be crazy! Emathy decided she must find any replies her father had been writing, or any replies to those. The girl resealed the letter and, leaving the candle where it was, quietly slipped back into her parents’ bedroom and put the note back on the dresser. As she did, she scanned the room and saw a piece of paper on Ulfric’s desk next to a couple of bottles of Nord mead and wine. A tipped over, half-finished bowl of beef stew lay on the desk also, cold, rotten contents spilled. As Emathy approached, she noticed it had contaminated the top left corner of the letter. Since the man had been away for two days now, and Lilhanna had been distracted by paranoia and trading problems, she didn’t pay much attention to anything. Letter in hand, the girl returned to her spot by the candle and read the letter:

'Reply To: The Stormcloak Issue To Stormcloaks of Windhelm,

I received your letter a week ago and have spent that time deciding the future of my family and ranch. I am working on contacting Honorhall Orphanage for my daughter and spoke to the gentleman at the Markarth stables about my dog and horses. He said he would take them for a fair price not exceeding CCC septims each, since business had been slow lately, with coin scarce. My wife could not keep living on the farm without me bringing in gold from my trading and sellsword work. She could remarry, live in Markarth’s Warrens or perhaps ask General Tullius and Rikke if she could jump aboard the Empire ship again. But regardless, I miss my Jarl work and would be glad to take Windhelm again, if only for the reason to fight alongside my humble Stormcloak soldiers once more. Expect me back at Windhelm in about' The letter was just unfinished and covered in damp spots where ink and wine had spilled. Emathy, shocked even more now, put the note back and placed the candle on the crate again. "How much time until he returns to Windhelm?" she whispered to herself. She went to collect a cup from the cupboard so she could have her milk, but she was too upset to drink anything. How could her father betray his family like that, all to simply take back his position as commander or Jarl or whatever in the army again? Heart cold with anger and worry, Emathy made her way back into her bedroom, shut the door, leapt into bed and pulled the bearskin covers over her head, as if shielding herself from all the troubles that now plagued her mind.

Two weeks later Ulfric returned and informed his family of his plans. His wife was shocked and angry but Emathy remained silent, always knowing what came next. But Lilhanna refused to leave the ranch and her daughter behind – she used to know a woman, Andalia, who sent her three children to Honorhall. One was mysteriously murdered and and the others eventually got adopted. So Ulfric returned to Windhelm, selling a horse to give his wife and daughter some money, and retook the Jarl’s throne.