"For the Forsworn!", Fedoran shouted as a signal. A flurry of arrows were raining on the men in blue armor, who were stalking along a small path to their camp. He watched as one of the arrowheads impaled a neck to a rock. Without warning, he draws his sword and axe and immediately charges at the remaining enemies. His group follows after, while screaming at the top of their frozen lunges.
The first Stormcloak tries to swing his battleaxe for Fedoran's neck. He dodge the swing, and jabbed his sword into the Cloak's stomach. Another Cloak tried to fire a arrow from some distant, but Fedoran's friend, Krogoth, thrown a greatsword at the miserable nord. The orc then runs over to the Stormcloak General and starts pounding the old man's skull inward. Krogoth loves the sound of brains being smashed. The last Stormcloak try to make a run for it, but ends up impaling himself by his own spear. The ambushing group burst laughing for that little entertainment.
Fedoran, satisfied with how dominant his people are now, ordered the group to head back to the capitol. As he lead his group through the mountain paths of the Reach, he spotted a frost serpent flying around in the distant. He remembers the deed he had done for the world when slaying the World-Eater in Sovngard. Everyone was greatly thankful at the first few months, but then they found out who his father was. Madanach, the King in Rags, Leader of the Forsworn, and ruler of the now independent kingdom of the Reach... Father of the Dovahkiin, father of Fedoran.
When the Markarth stables came into sight, Fedoran let's out a long sigh as he sees that the capitol isn't under attack by neither Legion nor cloaks. Krogoth let's out a long and beastly yawn.
"Had a long week? I thought you never sleep", Fedoran after he signal the group to go and enjoy themselves until the next day. Krogoth was about to reply, but was interrupted when a woman in forsworn wears approached them. Kaie is the one woman that Fedoran wouldn't care if dead, but his father trusts her.
"Our King in Rags wishes to speak to you on his deathbed, my prince"
"What?!? He's dying?", Fedoran choked. He didn't wait for a reply and dashed through the gates and towards the keep. He busted the metallic doors of his father's quarters and respectfully sat by his bed.
"Father..." Fedoran sighed while catching his breathe. "I came as soon as I heard of your ill". He watches with inner disgust to see his once fierce father pale and weak to the bone. Madanach slowly and painfully turns his head to Fedoran.
"My son... you came... just in time. I have to be brief... don't want to keep the spirits waiting. Listen... lead our", Madanach coughs out blood and spit. A servant eek when a drop landed on her nose. Madanach continues, "Lead our people to a... for... e-ever future of... justice. You are... now... the Dragon in Rags. A name... that all our enemies will... f-fear. Please... grow old... have a wife as queen... defend our people... give me grandchildren while your a-at it... he he..."
"I... I will father...", Fedoran can barely hold back tears.
"Know t-that... your gifts is all... you need to... defend our p-people... ah", the King in Rags fell limp with a hand gripped onto Fedoran's hands. Fedoran have to slide his hand out of his father's tight and still hands. They're already going cold for him. Fedoran stands over the bed where his father just died in, and wiped the tears away. He jumped from a tap on the shoulders. A hagraven named Kerai held out a juniper crown for Fedoran.
"Kneel over, young meat, so I can crown the Dragon in Rags", Kerai spoke with a raspy voice. Fedoran done the command from his courtmage. Kerai slowly placed the circlet upon his scarred brow. All the servants, warriors, hagravens, and briarhearts bowed as Fedoran stood back up with the crown on his head.
"I am Fedoran! Dovahkiin, Eater's Bane, Oblivion Walker, and now the Dragon in Rags shall lead the Reach as go for many other rulers after me. For the Reach! For the Forsworn!". He raised his axe and others followed by raising their staffs, fists, and swords. The Dragon in Rags is ready to take on his new duty.
