(story is incomplete and still brainstorming -there may be some typo's- like I said... It is still a rough-draft)

(Note: This section is the Journal of Shadefur -before the Dragonborn becomes Emperor of Tamriel and the rebellion against the Thalmor begins)

CHAPTER ONE

THE VOYAGE HOME

Before I start to share with you my journals, I will tell you that my journey in Tamriel wasn't easy. As it should not be. But it had it's hardships and I had my personalities change many times. I have become old for an Emperor of Tamriel but before that I was as young as ever. I was 20 when I started recording what I did day-to-day. I may be a Nord, but I respect those who respect me and my people. But as a Emperor, it is hard to tell after a while. Before I bore you to Oblivion and back, I will now share with you my journey.

14th of Last Seed, 4E 201

I have everything I need for my trip tomorrow through the mountains, father helped me pack. I can tell he is worried, but not in the food part. I know how to cook and I have enough food to last me 7 warm Venison Stew dinners and 4 bread breaks. He told me to take his horse; Daina, but I insisted on walking.

15th of Last Seed, 4E 201

(need to fill)

16th of Last Seed, 4E 201

To think, it has only been 201 years since Emperor Martin Septim sacrificed himself to save the Empire from Oblivion. Then the Aldmeri Dominion come in to destroy what Dagon didn't…at least I got paid to rebuild Bruma and Cloud Ruler Temple. Where have the heroes of Oblivion gone? My 8th grandfather was the Champion of Cyrodiil… and I find it odd that I am the only one named after him.
I wonder how my father, mother, and sister are doing? I'll send a courier to them when I arrive in Helgen. Bruma is suitable enough for them. Those walls held back the powers of Oblivion, but didn't keep the Thalmor out? But they will hold back any storm and cold front for many decades. When the sun started to go down I stopped on the side of the road to set up my tent, found a bunch of twigs and logs to burn and set up my cooking pot and cooked some venison stew. Had a few bottles of mead as I was reading 'The Book of the Dragonborn' that I borrowed from my Fighters Guild trainer. It would suck if a wolf pack or bear came across my area, seeing how I'm still too far from Helgen but also they can't see my little camp fire. I should have set camp at the top of the mountain. I can handle one wolf, but a pack would be the end of me. I only have a dagger and no armor. Just a fur coat.
Well, I'm going to bed now.

17th of Last Seed, 4E 201

I awoke bound and on a carriage with a headache the size of Red Mountain. Three other people are on with me, but I have no clue who or what. I feel I lost a fight with a Frost Troll. Looking at what I was wearing, I looked like a prisoner. What in Oblivion happened?
I recognized the road a little and the carriage was headed to Helgen, at least I was heading further into Skyrim, the soldier in front of me noticed I woke up and started talking to me and said that I shouldn't be here.

Of course I shouldn't be here in this situation!

I looked over and saw another prisoner, but he was a horse thief and the soldier's leader Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak. When I heard his name, I knew I was a goner regardless...
When the carriage stopped, I remained quiet but answered the questions that Hadvar asked me, whom set me loose in order to get out of Helgen alive. At first we all were hearing things until Alduin, the World-Eater, started attacking the town…the headsmen was just about to chop my bloody head off! That was nerve wreaking. I was going to run but when Lokir took a arrow to the knee, I knew I wouldn't have any luck.
When Hadvar and I arrived at Riverwood, he spoke to his uncle Alvor, the blacksmith of the town. He gave me a few things and from the food I instantly started eating everything. All that running and sword fighting and shield bashing made me hungry…
I got a little more insight as to what is going on in Skyrim. I heard it was bad, but not like this. The Aldmeri Dominion has their feet dug here too. Damn High Elves… first Talos, the Empire, and my friends, now almost my head and homeland? Not going to happen.
I used my best friend's inheritance just to get here to see his tomb and pay my respects…that is all I wanted, but now it is personal! Hadvar may have tried a little too hard for nothing to convince me to join the Empire, that I already planned. But, I want to get a foothold in Skyrim first.

I was still a little weary when I arrived so I asked Alvor if he need some help around the forge. He agreed willingly and had me make a dagger, then to sharpen it a little more. Then a hide helmet, then to tighten the fit. After my hard work, he let me keep them.
Then I asked Hod if he needed anything and he said he will pay me if I chopped some wood. Around 7 Alvor invited me to have a few drinks at the inn. I sold the wood I chopped and met the blacksmith at the Sleeping Giant Inn and he bought me a room, food, and drink for the night. After reading 'A Gentleman's Guide to Whiterun' I laid down and fell asleep to Sven's melodies. Damn that bard knows how to play.

18th of Last Seed, 4E 201

When I woke up I had a bit of alchemic studies I wanted to perform before heading out. Alvor came in and told me that Hod is looking to hire me for cutting some more wood. I grabbed my axe and headed to the chopping block.
From 6-3 I cut wood, then Alvor asked me to tone some weapons. I couldn't resist that opportunity.
Faendal noticed I had a bow and asked if I was any good. I told him I was and challenged him. So we headed down the road toward Whiterun and before I could knock an arrow, he shot a elk between the eyes…damn elf. As he was picking up the damn thing I heard faint growling, then a howl. I knocked two arrows on my bow and waited for them. They slowly crept through the bushes and without a second thought I let them loose and both made their mark. Taking my dagger out, I stabbed their windpipe to be sure the two wolves were indeed dead.
With Faendal's deer and my two wolves we called it even. But my cooking of venison stew bested his from the opinions of Sven, Delphine, and Orgnar. Looks like I'm building up a reputation here in Riverwood.