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I would take great shots like all those we can see on this site, but i can't do it by my lack of experience and... because of my computer ! But skyrim is a considerable way to create stories beyond this game, and some gamers did it.
I'm french and write not very well in english, but I'll try to do it, to talk about my character. I will tell you her story, I think I can do it better than she. I called my character eloyn, the adventure she will live, you certainly all know it. The epic of the dragonborn.

Skyrim, land of all dangers, with its icy mountains, icy plains and creatures, is going to live the hardest moments of the fourth era. The nords, who live in this cold, who have this hard feeling in the skin, in their mentality, in their fights, will be upset.
All began in the south of Skyrim, apart from the cold. Where the nature is prospering, a child is born, a child who looks like no other one...


"Honey, it's a girl", smiled Jerich.
Her wife was suffering a lot, but see her baby was more than wonderful, she was smiling and laughing, all like him.
"How do you want to call her ?", she asked to him.
Jerich took time for reflection, and said.
"My mother's name was Eloyn"
"I find this name very beautiful", she smiled.
Jerich's face turned suddenly into fear. He looked behind him and saw three imperial soldiers coming to them.
"What are you doing here ?", shouted one of them, "We followed you since you leave Falkreath. By order to the jarl Dengeir of Stuhn, what are you doing ?, he shouted again.
"Hide the baby, hides her behind the tree !", she whispered, shaking his arm
Thaeril was panicking, the imperial soldiers were near them. He put the baby awkwardly behind the tree against which she was leaning, but he was also worried, her daughter had not opened her eyes and no sound came out from her mouth. Then he sat down beside his wife.
"Do you gave birth ?", replied the soldier. The two other soldiers where looking at the sheets full of blood lying on the grass.
Thaeril was crying, sobbing.
"Where is the baby ?", he continued, even if he knew that they wouldn't answer.
In the most total dispair, Jerich said : "We can't tell you anything".
His eyes were full of fear and pity, but they were fixed to those of the soldier. The Imperial drew his weapon and pointed it at his face. They remained in this position for several seconds, while Thaeril was still sobbing.
The tension was terrible, but they suddenly heard something. A cry... a cry coming from... behind the tree... And Jerich stopped immediately to fix the Imperial's eyes, he and Thaeril closing their ones. They knew that it was finished, they will certainly be killed or prisoned, tortured...
"Go look behind the tree", he ordered to one of the soldiers. One of them ran and went look behind the tree. His eyes fell on a tangle of sheets covering a small body. The top of the head of the little girl was just visible. He took the baby and showed it to his superior. Thaeril threw herself on him, but fell immediately and screamed in pain.
"Don't touch her !", cried Jerich, trying to take his baby. But the commander cut off his head, rolling near Thaeril. Then the imperial pierced her heart. All was finished, Jerich and Thaeril couldn't protect their child. Sheathing his weapon and watching the dying woman, he said : "We need your child for the good of the Empire". Then, the three soldiers left the wild forest to come back to Falkreath. In reality, nothing was finished... It was simply the beginning.
The child will leave the twenty most hardest years of her life, working very hard for farmers in the north of Cyrodiil... Until she returns in Skyrim.

Thanks for reading and sorry for the misspellings. It will continue, probably better, I hope. But it depends also of you, if you like it.