A Land Divided

Once upon a time, a land far away was divided by war. Fourteen factions of different
beliefs fought with each other to claim land and drive the others away. Over time, nations were
formed, all bordering one another and all nations owning their own land, yet there was still
unrest and the war continued. Civilians of the multiple nations just want the war to end, and let
peace be restored to the land; the rulers will not let peace be restored any time soon, not until
only one nation is left standing. Little did they know that there would be a civilian uprising
against the nations in hope to put an end to this war, once and for all?
Steel clashed against steel, as a battle had begun between two of the ten nations. The
battle took place on the flat, snowy plains of the Nordic homeland. The Nords fought against
the Redguard nation. The Nords had strength on their side, their numbers large, but a true
Redguard would never get tired easily; they can last long lengths in combat, quick on their feet
and never running out of energy.
The Nords fought relentlessly, swinging their steel battleaxes, warhammers, and
greatswords with all their might. They couldnt keep the fight up much longer, as they were
beginning to slow down. The Redguards were losing their numbers quickly and they knew that
if they stayed in the fight, theyd come out with more losses than what they have currently, but
they had a plan. The Redguards retreated out of distance of the Nords. The Nords believed they
had this battle won, but out of nowhere, the Redguards launched an arrow barrage. The Nords
lost many numbers from the barrage, so they had to pull back before more losses came their
way. A Nord with a sword would be no match for an arrow cutting through the air; if only they
had shields they could stand a chance. The dust had settled from the battle, leaving not a single
faction in sight.
In the kingdom of the Nords, King Hylfnhild Bjoahrikssen was furious. Having lost the
battle with the Redguards in a humiliating fashion, he developed a way to strike back. He had
commanded his steward to gather all of their warriors to the center of the keep for brief
explanation of his strategy. Hear me, fellow Nords of Holmslatr! Our scouts have discovered a
flaw in the Redguard defenses! the king exclaimed in a determined voice. At dawn, we march
to Stoneside Pass in the Redguard territory! There, we shall have the opportunity to flank their
military and cut them down before they will even know what had happened. This shall
eliminate their military by at least fifty units, according to our scouts. They sit there, in their
camp drinking up ale all day and night; therefore they shall never see the strike upon them.
Two hundred of you will be sent to the pass, half of those sent will remain at the entrance and
wait, while the other half travels around the pass and prepares to strike from behind. Using
this strategy, the Nords would be able to trap the Redguard forces inside the bottleneck of the
pass, with no room for escape. The king, with a large grin on his face, began to end his strategic
speech to his warriors. On the signal of the flanking unit, both units will march towards the
Redguard camp and strike together. Do you hear me, Nords?! The Nords began to chant, ready
for battle. They formed their lines, and started their march to Stoneside Pass.
Arriving at Stoneside Pass, the Nords split into their two separate units and began the
plan. Hours passed, as the flanking unit arrived in position. With the Redguard encampment in
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their sight, the signal was sent to the opposite Nord unit. It was a dark night, with the only
lighting around being the campfires of the Redguards. Silence and darkness: two important key
elements to be used when creating an attack from the shadows. Sneaking around isnt a Nords
strong suit, but they insist on doing what they must when ordered. The Redguards, too drunk
off their ales, meads, and wines, would never be able to hold a weapon, let alone use it
effectively. The Nords began their attack, Redguards staggering to the feet and stumbling
around to try and find a weapon. There was no battle between the two factions, but only the
screams of a slaughter. The Redguards stood no chance, as the Nords charged into the camp,
bodies being thrown in all directions from Nordic strength. All fifty Redguards lost their lives
that day, and not a single Nordic casualty. The Nords regrouped after the slaughter and
marched back to their kingdom, high with morale.
Word finally reached the Redguard stronghold, as scouts discovered the slaughter of
their allies. The king of the Redguards, King Azani, ordered a new unit to be dispatched to
Stoneside Pass to keep it defended from the Nords, but it was too late as the Nords had already
returned and settled into the camp. Having Nords take over an encampment wasnt the most of
the Redguard kings worries; his main concern was that there were two hundred Nords
crammed inside the camp but he had a devious plan that he would attempt in due time.
Meanwhile in the kingdom of the Khajiits, their leader Ra'rassa Boorastavir wasnt
concerned with the war, although he should have been. As only a true Khajiit would, he was
busy developing a new scheme to make money. Stealing and caravan trading were two skills
known best by the Khajiits, able to make a quick Septim and hide amongst the shadows.
Perhaps I can still offer up a trade to the Bosmer Ra'rassa thought to himself. They havent
been too aggressive to the other nations. Ra'rassa ordered that two caravans be dispatched
immediately to the Bosmer City full of Moon Sugar and Skooma, two of the Khajiits most
famous exports.
Days passed by, as the caravans made it to the Bosmer city unscathed from any raiders
that may have been out there. The gates opened, as archers stood armed along the tops of the
city wall on guard, to make sure nothing would go wrong. Who wouldnt be too careful in times
like these? You dare bring your illegal goods into our beautiful kingdom, Khajiits? The voice
rang out from the balcony above of what must have been their keep. The structure was made
of wood in the company of various twisted vines growing along the sides with leaves sprouting
from everywhere and a roof made from the finest quality fibers. Leave our home, now! the
voice shouted. Out stepped a young Bosmer woman on the balcony; it was their Queen,
Niomaril Greenshade. The Khajiit traders tried to reason with her on why they should purchase
the goods, but failed to do so. The archers fired upon the Khajiit, killing five of the six. Lone
Khajiit, the Queen proclaimed. Run back to your homeland with your tail between your legs
and tell that criminal of a leader you follow to never set foot in our territory again, or your life
will be next! The Khajiit quickly grabbed a pouch of Moon Sugar and a bottle of Skooma and
scurried off; risking his life as he easily could have been shot as well.
A few more days had passed, as the terrified Khajiit finally returned home with his
pouch of Moon Sugar and an empty bottle of Skooma. Where are my caravans? Ra'rassa
Boorastavir asked. The Khajiit looked down at ground in sorrow. Theyre all dead, great
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leader. A look of despair came over the face of their leader. We must retaliate. They will
never expect it. announced the great Ra'rassa Boorastavir. They want death on their hands?
We can, and will arrange that.