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Chapter 1: Bound
4E 201
17th of Last Seed, Sundas
7:10 AM
A snow-covered mountain path leading to Helgen was currently occupied by Imperial soldiers and their prison carriage, which held Stormcloak traitors and other criminals.
One of those carriages held the man not of this world or any plane of Mundus. His wrists were tied behind his back like the other three men on the carriage, but among the four, one had a gag on his mouth, rendering him unable to utter a word.
The man out of Mundus opens his eyes when a sudden sharp headache assaults him, he clutches his head with his bound hands. The struggle lasted for a second before he lost consciousness.
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The golden-haired man opened his eyes once again. "Argh! My head," He murmurs in pain, his vision blurred but soon clears.
"You're finally awake," The Stormcloack sitting in front of him says.
"You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." The Stormcloack speaks again.
Before the man could say anything, the man sitting next to the Stormcloak, with a dark complexion and neck-length black hair cursed at the Stormcloak "Damn you, Stormcloacks, Skyrim was fine until you came along. The Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell."
The quiet man looked at the thief. The words fluttered around him, it was a name, Lokir. Lokir looked at him. "You there. You and me, we shouldn't even be here. it's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants," He cries as he looks with disgust at the man sitting beside him.
'Skyrim? That sounds familiar,' The gold-haired man wondered.
"We are all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief," Stormcloack, sitting next to the thief, says.
"Shut up back there," the Imperial soldier driving the carriage barked.
But they paid no heed to the soldier's words; they were dead either way, but the thief was unaware of that.
"And what's wrong with him?" The thief asked, looking at the man with a gag that sat next to the quiet man.
"Watch your tongue, you're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak," The rebel said
(P.O.V Change)
'Ulfric Stormcloak? Skyrim? Hammerfell? The Empire.' All these names began to make sense as a small smile made its way on my face and quickly vanished.
'Alduin,' I thought, I was heading to my death with no way of turning around.
"Oh god, where are they taking us?" Lokir screamed. My vision blurred, yet I could hear their chatter.
My mind flashed with memories that were unknown to me until now.
As the memory trip came to an end, I opened my eyes again with a new found resolve, I open the system which had been displaying the name of the people I looked at.
Name: ???
Level: 1
[Gold: 100]
[Shop]
[Map]
[Quest]
–Unbound
[Inventory]
Steel Dagger
[Stats]
Health: 100
Magicka: 150
Stamina: 100
[COMBAT]
[One-Handed] – 25
[Two-Handed] – 25
[Heavy-Armor] – 20
[Block] – 25
[Smithing] – 20
[Archery] – 15
[STEALTH]
[Light-Armor] – 20
[Pickpocket] – 15
[Speech] – 20
[Sneak] – 15
[Lockpicking] – 15
[Alchemy] – 15
[MAGIC]
[Enchanting] – 25
[Restoration] – 30
[Alteration] – 20
[Illusion] – 25
[Conjuration] – 20
[Destruction] – 25
[Spells]
Flames:
Fury:
Healing:
[Passive Effects]
Resist Fatigue by 25%
Fortify Warmth by 25 points
[Power]
Voice of the Emperor
Highborn
Battle Cry
'I'll survive this if the axe doesn't fall on my neck a tad bit faster,' I thought, looking at my skill level. I was pretty confident.
"I don't know where we are going, but Sovngarde awaits," I hear Ralof say to Lokir
"No, this can't be happening. This can't be happening." Lokir whimpers and cries, annoying everyone.
"Will you shut up?" I said.
"But we are not Rebels," Lokir protests.
"Tell them that then," I said, shutting Lokir.
"Where are you from?" Ralof asks.
I looked at him for a moment, thinking of what to tell him. 'I'm from earth, and you are from this game I played years ago,' I laughed to myself, but there's a chance they would believe me, which concerned me.
"Darius Wolfhart, a Hunter," I answered, making everything up.
System Prompt: Speech 20 -> 21
Ralof nodded and turns to Lokir, "What about you, horse thief?"
"Why do you care?" Lokir said, contemplating his impending doom.
"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home," Ralof said.
"Rorikstead. I'm… I'm from Rorikstead," Lokir told him.
"General Tulius, the headsmen is waiting," I heard a soldier call. We had already reached Helgen.
"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh, Divines, please help me," Lokir prayed.
"Look at him, General Tullius, the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn Elves. I bet they had something to do with this." Ralof cursed the Elves.
I looked towards where they stood. 'Hmm, they don't look like the ones in the game,' I wondered. 'And speaking of working with the Thalmor,' I turn to look at Ulfric.
"This is Helgen. I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in. Funny, when I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe." Ralof rants.
The cart finally stops, bringing an end to a lot of journeys. "Why are we stopping?" Lokir asks.
"Why do you think? End of the line, let's go; shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us," Ralof says, getting out of the cart.
"Fuck" Lokir curses under his breath, the act I found strange.
Ulfric gets off the cart as I follow, "Step toward the block when we call your name, one at a time," The Imperial captain screams.
"The Empire loves their damn list," Ralof Murmurs, 'Like you love Ulfric,' I chuckled inwardly.
"Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm," Hadvar calls his name. Ulfric moves toward the block.
"It's been an honour, Jarl Ulfric," Ralof says.
'Damn! Wash your mouth afterwards,' I glanced at Ralof.
"Ralof of Riverwood," Hadvar called his name, and he moved toward the block.
"Lokir of Rorikstead." Lokir hears his name, and instead of running away, like in the game, he moves towards the block.
As goosebumps crawled on my back, the realization that I was in an Alterante universe made me choke on my saliva.
Hadvar turned to look at me as the names on the list ended.
"You there. Step forward. Who are you?" Hadvar asks.
I slowly moved toward him. These small changes are not to be worried about not yet, "Darius Wolfhart," I told him the name I told Ralof on the cart.
"You picked a bad time to come home to Skyrim, Kinsman," Hadvar comments and turns to the Imperial captain. "Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list," He tells her.
The captain looks at me with stern eyes. "Send him to the tower," she spoke.
"By your orders, Captain," Hadvar turned to me. "Follow the Captain, Prisoner," and told me.
'What the hell is happening?' To say I was confused would be an understatement.
I followed behind her, my mind was racing with what to do now, "Fuck," I blurted out.
"Are you disappointed that you get to live?" The captain walking ahead of me asked.
"Huh! No," I muttered.
At the foot of the tower, she muttered, "Here, stay here until further orders," and turned around to leave.
"Wait," I said. She halted and turned around. "What is it? " she asked.
"Why did you spare me?" I asked, genuinely confused.
The captain gave me a sadistic smile that sent shivers through my body and said, "You got some meat on your bones." She said, locking the door behind her.
'What the fuck was that?' I wondered, 'I didn't make myself that good looking, did I?' I chuckled.
I was alone in the tower when suddenly I heard a roar that raised my heartbeat enough that I was sure my heart would jump out any second.
Roaar!!
'He's here,' I thought as I quickly opened the System panel and retrieved the dagger that was in my Inventory. The dagger appeared in my hands, and I started to run the dagger against the rope. I nicked my hand hearing the second roar, it was closer than before.
ROAAR!!
I quickened my pace as I healed my hand with the healing spell. Then I heard the rope snap.
Twang!
I quickly stood up, 'Fuck what should I do,' My mind raced, 'Should I warn them,' I clenched my fist, I never wanted to play the hero.
I opened the door of the tower and saw the dragon flying toward the town. "Dragon! Run!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The citizens of the town looked at the sky while Tulius and the captain were looking at me as the latter stepped toward me with a mean look. "How-' She was about to scream as the entirety of Helgen shook, as Alduin landed on the tower behind her.
FUS… ROH… DAH
Alduin spoke tearing the headsman wearing a black mask to bits and pieces, 'Fuck,' I was dazed looking at the behemoth, how am I supposed to defeat this thing.
The shock wave knocked the captain down, spraining her ankle.
Ralof, Lokir, and Ulfric, with 2 more Stormcloaks, ran past me inside the tower.
Alduin took flight and the sky turned gloomy, I looked at the captain lying on the ground in pain, 'Fuck it,' I thought and ran toward her.
I used the Healing spell on her leg, getting her to her feet. As I dragged her along with me, as she was still in a daze, Ralof shut the door on my face.
A tick appeared on my jaw as I clenched my teeth. I'm going to kill you– Boom! The ground shook again as meteors began to rain from the dark gray clouds. Alduin began his assault on Helgen.
"You need to head toward the Keep," Captain muttered, finally out of her daze. "Here," She pulled out a key from her waist pouch, extending her hand toward me, her mind had been crippled with fear, "You're coming with me."
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