Sonja the Barbarian

BY : Jamesroper1
Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim
Dragon prints: 4952
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the Skyrim license. I am not making any money or profit from this. This story is for fun and fantasy only.

In a time before the oceans drank Atlantis, there was an age undreamed of. A key figure of this age was Sonja, destined to wear the jeweled crown of Tameriel upon a troubled brow. It's I her chronicler, who is worthy enough to tell you of her saga.

Now a symbol of a new Empire, built on ancient nordic values and principles, the seat of power in all Tameriel. With her trusty Attmoran sword resting just under right hand, against the armrest of the throne, and the opposite side of the throne resting up against the side of the throne is a dragonbone battleaxe. Nobody dares challenge her or question her rule, unless they wish to challenge her in the old way. Though few ever do, after all she is the Dragonborn, Slayer of Alduin, Destroyer of Castle Volkihar, and Defeater of Miirack. Clothed in custom made dragonbone armor, and standing slightly taller than most nords, she quite an imposing sight, even after her long red hair had turned silver. Of course those that have challenged her now lie dead in their graves, their souls resting in Sovernguard or whatever afterlife claimed them. Of course she was not always an Emporess. There was actually a humble beginning for the Emporess of Tameriel. Times that she thinks back to, as she sits at her throne, remembering those events as I write them down. Let me tell you about the days of high adventure.



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