Skyrim Backround of Ajiho-Zhago

• Posted by Joseph Carrino April 8, 2012 - 348 views

  I traveled with my family, never staying in one place for very long. The cursed Stormcloaks always hot on are tails. When finally one night they found us I had no clue exactly where but I will never forget the following events. My family seeing an opening lunges forward, now I was young but old enough to fight the weaklings that dare call themselves superior. But alas I had little skill with a blade, I knew how to hold one but not much in terms of technique, I longed to cast lightning down on are foes and burn them to a crisp for my mind possessed a certain aptitude for wizardry. But it will be decades before I can call myself an expert on anything and I doubt I ever truly will be a master but I digress, with little help to offer my family in battle I stayed in the shadows scared and curious. My family has a history filled with blood shed generations ago my family left Back Marsh for a better life one were their children could live in peace and be educated the way all of the Sarpa name were. We went to Windhelm, now this was generations before me or even my parents. So my ancestors tried to integrate themselves with the local Nords and for a while it seemed to work.  But we should have known better, when the "True High King Of Skyrim" emerged we found ourselves prosecuted. We were not welcome in Windhelm after so many generations of Argonians settled and prospered within the very same walls. Sure they put up with us, but only so that they had someone to amuse themselves with. When I was the sole suspect in a murder case, which I honestly had nothing to do with, they bombarded our house and we left in a hurry through a secret tunnel that I doubt they will ever find. They have been chasing us ever since and they finally found us...

   

  My father was a master swordsman and trained all of my brothers in the art of the sword. I however possessed no such skill to the point of being a failure in the eyes of all Sarpas.  From my hiding spot I had a perfect view of the battle below me, there were legions of Stormcloaks and even a few hired men. I had no idea that we were worth so much; an entire army was at our doorstep to take on maybe five warriors and likely kill me aswell. Our mother had the upmost skill with the bow and could fire arrows faster then any Nord warrior. So they fought, and dozens of Stormcloaks fell to Argonian blades and I had a hopeful view if no one died yet why would they now? But then all hell broke lose apparently Ufric Stormcloak himself was attacking, well attacking might not be the right word more like shouting. Argonians and Stormcloaks were pushed away almost magically. So much death then the pain of silence, "No” I screamed I picked up a sword and rushed to the nearest solider “you killed my family now I’m going to kill you and that’s a promise.” Of course he laughed and walked away as I fell to my knees next to my family feeling very small and weak. So much death and so little gain. My name is Ajiho-Zhago born with the blood of a Sarpa and this is my story.