natsuyoMay 26, 2014May 26, 2014 at 03:37 AM
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(( Not sure how well this story will play out. This is Part one where Natsuyo Stoneblade becomes an orphan.))
Natsuyo was born into a family who was caught in the middle of the war between the Imperials and the Stormcloaks within Skyrim. His parents were always secretive when he would wander about the house. He didn't know what they had to hide from him. His father was a simple farmer who watched over a heard of cows and a couple of chickens. Even his mother was ordinary. She cooked and worked a little with the needle, not enough to become a seamstress but enough to mend clothes and make new ones when needed. Their existance was simple and didn't warrant what was headed their way.
The Stoneblade's were on the outskirts of Windhelm when they ran into a patroling group of Imperials. They nodded to eachotehr and continued on until Natsuyo's mother and father dropped him to the ground and covered him.
"W-What's going on Mama, Papa?" Little Natsuyo screamed until he heard several whistles sound in the distance. A couple feet from him Natsuyo saw several arrows pierce the ground a little ways from him.
Natsuyo's parents got up suddenly and pushed him aside where he rolled into a bush. He stayed there hidden as his parents went and scavanged some weapons from the guards corpses and started to fight back. He noticed how they fought and wondered where this side to them has been hidden. Sure he was only seven years of age but his parents never showed any skill in combat. They were supposed to be farmers not fighters! It seemed like they were going to walk out of this unscathed until reinforcements from both sides.
The armies clashed around Natsuyo's parents and before long they were swallowed by red and blue armors, the sound of richocetting swords and the scream of men and women who's lives were being cut short. Tears were rolling down Nat's face as the mini war ended jsut as abruptly as it had started. The imperials walked away victoriuous, leaving the murdered stormcloacks and even his parents on the ground to rot. Natsuyo scurried out into the carrion field and started rifling through the dead bodies looking for his parents.
"Mama! Papa!" Natsuyo screamed, tears free flowing from his eyes.
A corpse suddered to his left and a weak voice sounded, "N-Nat..."
Natsuyo rushed towards the the voice, stumbling over body limbs and blood drentched armors. He mumbled almsot inconprehensibly through tears, "M-Mama! Wh-" *sniff* "What's happend?! Wh-Where's PPPapa?"
"Hush now darling...Sovengarde calls to us..." Natsuyo's mother sputtered out, blood slowly dripping out of the corner of her mouth.
"H-How did..." Natsuyo choked back a sob before continuing, "Where did you learn to fight?"
"I was...in the Blades. Your father was a turned Blackblood Marauder..." the woman sighed out.
"Why d-didin't y-you t-tell me?" Natsuyo stuttered.
Nat's mothers' breathing was quickening, her eyes glossing over as she stated, "Nat, you will survive this. You have fighter's blood coursing through your veins... You must survive..."
"Mama? Mama?!" Natsuyo screamed as the light left the woman's eyes, her last breath shuttering out of her lungs.
Natsuyo laid there weeping on top of his mother's rapidly cooling body not knowing what he should do. His mind was reeling with the thought of their death that he didn't hear the growls coming from the tree line. He shot his head up and saw a wolf in a crouch, slowly coming around a tree, it's lip in a curl showing off it's massive teeth. It only took a few seconds for Natsuyo to scuttle backwards, wary of the giant beast. In the back of his mind he knew where there was one more were to follow. When the wolf appraoched the edge of the massacre it sniffed the corpses and started to pay no more attention to Natsuyo. Instead of jumping up and running, Natsuyo steadily moved backwards, if he ran it would warrant chase by the predator.
Natsuyo slipped from the area and made his way towards Windhelm but before he made it to the gates he was grabbed by a sect from the East Empire Trading Company. He wasn't the only child who was grabbed however; there were many other nord children as well as children of other races who were orphaned becasue of the civil war in Skyrim. It was the first time Natsuyo was introduced to other races and managed to make friends while they were moved around from city to city.
A few children left the group at each city, the khajiit's were sold the quickest to noble women wanting little more than pets. Next went the few orc children to wealthy mining coorporations and to Jarls who wanted more muscle in their ranks. Older boys were purchased by the same Jarl's and the younger ones to Thane's and merchants guilds so they could learn a trade in at an early age. It got to the point where Natsuyo didn't know if he was ever going to leave the traders.Then one auction a Thane studied him, asked him his age and then purchased him. The Thane then offered him to a Jarl as a whipping boy for his son.
((End Part One.))
Natsuyo was born into a family who was caught in the middle of the war between the Imperials and the Stormcloaks within Skyrim. His parents were always secretive when he would wander about the house. He didn't know what they had to hide from him. His father was a simple farmer who watched over a heard of cows and a couple of chickens. Even his mother was ordinary. She cooked and worked a little with the needle, not enough to become a seamstress but enough to mend clothes and make new ones when needed. Their existance was simple and didn't warrant what was headed their way.
The Stoneblade's were on the outskirts of Windhelm when they ran into a patroling group of Imperials. They nodded to eachotehr and continued on until Natsuyo's mother and father dropped him to the ground and covered him.
"W-What's going on Mama, Papa?" Little Natsuyo screamed until he heard several whistles sound in the distance. A couple feet from him Natsuyo saw several arrows pierce the ground a little ways from him.
Natsuyo's parents got up suddenly and pushed him aside where he rolled into a bush. He stayed there hidden as his parents went and scavanged some weapons from the guards corpses and started to fight back. He noticed how they fought and wondered where this side to them has been hidden. Sure he was only seven years of age but his parents never showed any skill in combat. They were supposed to be farmers not fighters! It seemed like they were going to walk out of this unscathed until reinforcements from both sides.
The armies clashed around Natsuyo's parents and before long they were swallowed by red and blue armors, the sound of richocetting swords and the scream of men and women who's lives were being cut short. Tears were rolling down Nat's face as the mini war ended jsut as abruptly as it had started. The imperials walked away victoriuous, leaving the murdered stormcloacks and even his parents on the ground to rot. Natsuyo scurried out into the carrion field and started rifling through the dead bodies looking for his parents.
"Mama! Papa!" Natsuyo screamed, tears free flowing from his eyes.
A corpse suddered to his left and a weak voice sounded, "N-Nat..."
Natsuyo rushed towards the the voice, stumbling over body limbs and blood drentched armors. He mumbled almsot inconprehensibly through tears, "M-Mama! Wh-" *sniff* "What's happend?! Wh-Where's PPPapa?"
"Hush now darling...Sovengarde calls to us..." Natsuyo's mother sputtered out, blood slowly dripping out of the corner of her mouth.
"H-How did..." Natsuyo choked back a sob before continuing, "Where did you learn to fight?"
"I was...in the Blades. Your father was a turned Blackblood Marauder..." the woman sighed out.
"Why d-didin't y-you t-tell me?" Natsuyo stuttered.
Nat's mothers' breathing was quickening, her eyes glossing over as she stated, "Nat, you will survive this. You have fighter's blood coursing through your veins... You must survive..."
"Mama? Mama?!" Natsuyo screamed as the light left the woman's eyes, her last breath shuttering out of her lungs.
Natsuyo laid there weeping on top of his mother's rapidly cooling body not knowing what he should do. His mind was reeling with the thought of their death that he didn't hear the growls coming from the tree line. He shot his head up and saw a wolf in a crouch, slowly coming around a tree, it's lip in a curl showing off it's massive teeth. It only took a few seconds for Natsuyo to scuttle backwards, wary of the giant beast. In the back of his mind he knew where there was one more were to follow. When the wolf appraoched the edge of the massacre it sniffed the corpses and started to pay no more attention to Natsuyo. Instead of jumping up and running, Natsuyo steadily moved backwards, if he ran it would warrant chase by the predator.
Natsuyo slipped from the area and made his way towards Windhelm but before he made it to the gates he was grabbed by a sect from the East Empire Trading Company. He wasn't the only child who was grabbed however; there were many other nord children as well as children of other races who were orphaned becasue of the civil war in Skyrim. It was the first time Natsuyo was introduced to other races and managed to make friends while they were moved around from city to city.
A few children left the group at each city, the khajiit's were sold the quickest to noble women wanting little more than pets. Next went the few orc children to wealthy mining coorporations and to Jarls who wanted more muscle in their ranks. Older boys were purchased by the same Jarl's and the younger ones to Thane's and merchants guilds so they could learn a trade in at an early age. It got to the point where Natsuyo didn't know if he was ever going to leave the traders.Then one auction a Thane studied him, asked him his age and then purchased him. The Thane then offered him to a Jarl as a whipping boy for his son.
((End Part One.))
TryynityMay 28, 2014