Hey Everyone, This is Older than Time. The following note is the exact same one as the original for those that are new to my story. For those returning, I tweaked the sentences a bit to make it feel a bit 'smoother' and made some other changes to some essential parts of the story. Feel free to point out any mistakes or stuff that seem to make sense at first but end up sounding plain stupid.

Inspiration© decided to dry-hump the back of my head until I wrote this new story. Which is odd, since she's usual nagging me to update Descending from Heaven: Reset and Magical Secrets at Sea II…

Anyways, I was killing some time playing Oblivion when she came over and bashed my head in, then dry-hump/nursed the idea into my head. She wants me to do a self-insert into Elder Scrolls IV, since I used to spend so much time on it before…

So after a heated debate (her ranting and me listening) I decided to do it. So here's my new Oblivion story…

p.s. This story is somewhat serious and somewhat funny. Depends on the insanity of my mood… Some elements of the story will make me seem godlike; makes sense, since the character I use is nothing short of godly thanks to the TES4 Construction Set and the numerous mods available online… So if you don't like where I'm going with this, don't bother flaming me. I'm probably gonna ignore you…

"aaa" – normal speak

"aaa" – Daedra/Nine Speak

"aaa" – NPC thoughts

aaa – my thoughts

aaa – Spells

aaa – Inspiration© talking to me

Prologue – Aww shit…

Ugh…no more tequila for me…

Normal POV

A torch gently bathed the face of the sleeping young man in warmth. The smell of the water wafted from a small window above his head. A grey-skinned man sneered at the new prisoner.

"Hey, hey you," he half-shouted, startling the teen awake. "Never seen your kind before…" The guy seemed unlike the other humans that lived in Tamriel. The newly awakened teen shook his head to hasten the awakening of his mind, but immediately regretted it.

Feels like I went toe-to-toe with the Juggernaut… After trying to out-drink the Blob…

The teen got shakily to his feet as he leaned heavily against the rough stone wall for support. He glanced around the dim room, trying to figure out where he was. The room was a relatively large jail cell, medieval-style. It even had shackles hanging from chains…

There was a ragged cloth and pillow behind him (which must have been a bed), as well as a rickety wooden table and stool to his left. In front of him was a wrought iron bar door. Across the equally dim hallway was another cell, which contained the speaker from before…

"Feeling under the weather are we?" the shadowed man mocked in that irritating tone. "Maybe one of the guards will take pity on...whatever you are..." He gripped the bars of his cell with both hands tightly. "On second thought, it wouldn't matter in the end..."

"And why's that, huh?" the teen asked, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu. Down the hall to his right, he could hear a door open and people coming down the stairs. He could feel the mysterious man smirking.

The man suddenly leaned forward, revealing a bluish-grey face with pointed ears and silver hair. "Cause you're going to die!" he said maniacally, laughing like a madman…

The teen stumbled back in shock, the scene suddenly coming together.

Oh shit… I'm in the fucking Elder Scrolls…

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