The Dragonborn, Dovahkiin

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As the traveler was enjoying his walk across his ancestral homeland, he felt a slight uneasiness as he heard the faint sound of swords and shields on the path he was walking on.

As he walked further, he heard battle cries and furious fighting. This time, it was all around him.
A bad case of misfortune, he had walked straight into an ambush. One that was not meant for him.

Though he kept himself down and did not draw out his sword, trying to look like an innocent bystander, the fighting was too furious for the attacking side. A soldier ran towards the traveler and knocked traveler's head with the hilt of his sword. The traveler couldn't recall if it was a Legion, or a Rebel, but the hit was hard and had knocked him out cold. He fell on the ground unconscious.

His last memory was the faces of dead bodies as the fighting around consumed his ears. He lay still on the ground... and just before everything turned black, he heard a voice calling out for an end to the slaughter, the attackers had won.