The Dragon Attack Chapter 1 of "The Conspiracy" "The Conspiracy" General Story This is a story about a conspiracy revolving around the Dragonborn and the Greybeards. One of the Greybeards want to see you dealt with, permanently. The reason being simple, Alduin and the rest of his companion. But instead of personally doing the dirty work, he has hired a group of trained assassins originating from within the darkest corners of the Dark Brotherhood. Several assassination attempts, and several dead assassins, brings you closer to revealing the secret behind these attacks and the true nature of this organization and its employer. Will our protagonist manage to survive the ruthlessness of this conspiracy, or will he fall, letting a great evil continue his life in the dimensions of skyrim, devouring the brave souls of the soldiers and inhabitants of Skyrim dwelling in this life, and the next... "The Dragon Attack" Chapter 1 Torleif, Dragonborn, had left the safe surroundings of Whiterun. But to where? After several days staying at the "Bee and Barb" inn he had heard many rumors concerning the different areas of skyrim. A talking dog, a house apparently being haunted by "Molag Bal" himself, a cave infested by fierce trolls, but the one that would require his immediate attention was brought to him by a young squire. The doors of the "Bee and Barb" had slammed open, a young man rushed in soaked by the stormy weather outside. Water dripped from his clothes as he walked toward the Dragonborn and his company. One of the adventurers stood up, thinking that the boy could pose a potential threat to the Dragonborn. "A dragon! A dragon!" The boy yelled frantically. "Dovahkiin, you need to kill it, now!" he continued. "Calm down boy, now where is this dragon? Be quick about it." The adventurer replied, trying to calm the boy down, although it didn't seem like it worked. The Dragonborn stood up as well. "Your name boy?" he asked calmly, while staring down at the young figure. He had long blond hair, a "smooth" face, was rather lightweight and had greenish eyes. Probably between the age of 20 and 25, he still had some winters to experience to say the least, the Dragonborn thought to himself. "Eh, it's,we'll" "Spit it out!" one of the adventurers roared. The boy was clearly frightened, but a part of him looked like he had expected this "formal greeting". After a while he managed to make out the words Geir, said that he was from a small farm in Winterhold, though his accent reminded more of the Falkreath area... After a lot of explaining, discussion and attempts to calm the boy down, Torleif had made the decision to travel to the roads of Winterhold, a decision he really wasn't allowed to make since the title "Dovahkiin" had already made the decision for him. He was going to stop the tyranny of this dragon and save the villagers of Winterhold. When Torleif would think back at the encounter at this inn, he realized that none of it added up, it almost felt like it was all created just for him. A scene that had been assembled after weeks of planning. If he had stopped and looked over the facts this "squire" had brought to his attention at the time, he might have evaded getting tossed into one of the gravest conspiracies Tamriell had ever witnessed. But the nine have a strange way of doing things, even for the worse... This is just an idea, I have in no way intended to complete the story. It is meant as and introduction to an alternate story for the graybeards revolving around Alduin and dragon worship, trying to prevent you from interfering with the plans of the "World Eater". If you feel like you could achieve great things with this, contact me and I will give you the rights to continue the story if I see it fit. -THANKS FOR READING- -Keisear
