part one of my skyrim fic, i am literally playing the game in my other screen right now so i have a decent idea about where the story goes. also, i will be posting a few other starter chapters. check those out if you want, but if you want this story to exist, vote on my poll!

scyrus' P.O.V

i rode in the helicopter for a few hours from the airport. i had a team working to uncover relics from an old ruin we 'found' in norway. they apparently found something big enough to drag me up here to see it.

"how much longer?" the pilot pointed down and i looked out the window. i saw the massive hydraulic machines clearing away excess dirt and the larger utility mechs heaving away boulders. the helicopter set us down on a makeshift helipad.

i stepped out of the vehicle. i wasn't wearing my standard suit, it was more of a combat model with better armor and a fully stocked ammo belt. this precaution was because when things like this happen… wierd stuff occurs.

i walked over to the stone doors and pushed them open. i stepped into the musty and cobwebbed room underground where the team working this expedition had set up shop. there were tables examining relics, drones scanning for any hidden passages in the stone walls.

i walked up to the leader, "what did you find?" he opened up a large metal lockbox. out of it he pulled a large metal scroll container. it was covered in runes and there were eerily hand-shaped burn marks on either side.

i gestured to the marks "and these are?" the man cleared his throat. "Sean was the first to grab it, after pulling it off of its pedestal, he pulled it open and…" i raised an eyebrow "and?" the man shifted uncomfortably in his boots.

"he screamed, his eyes went white, and then he spontaneously combusted." i placed the scroll down, while wiping Sean off of my hands. "damnit Sean" i mumbled under my breath. i looked at the leader of the expedition.

"so, why am i here?" the man grimaced "most of the men know about your… erm, skills" i rested my hand against my face. "and you want me to try reading it, and the rest of your men are placing bets on if i explode or not"

he suddenly found his shoes very interesting. i swore loudly and grabbed the scroll. i began to roll the piece of parchment open and it began to glow. i finished unraveling it and a massive white flash briefly blinded me.

when my vision returned, i saw a forest around me. i looked at the scroll in my hand and panicked because it was turning into blue ash. i dropped my hands when it completely disappeared. i shouted swears to the sky.

just then a horse nearly ran into me. the rider looked worried and there seemed to be more horses following. just before it could get worse… oh hell, when it did, a small army sprung from the foliage and began fighting the other people on horses.

i turned and saw a burly man i red armor carrying a rediculously sized hammer. "wait, wait, i'm not with these guys…" i was cut short by said hammer slamming into the side of my head.

i awoke with a bump and slowly opened my eyes. i was sitting in a wooden carriage and briefly wondered why until i felt the thundering headache. i fully opened my eyes and looked around, sitting next to me was a man with his mouth and wrists bound.

i worked my law and wrists to find my hands were bound, but not my mouth. i looked across, the man in front of me was wearing leather and chainmail. the one sitting next to him had on only primitive cloth wraps.

"ah, finally awake? i haven't seen anyone get up from a blow like that" the blonde man in front of me said. i silently cheered for being stuck somewhere that english was a language. "heh… must have been lucky" i groggily said, the headache threatening to shatter my skull was worse than any hangover i had before.

i shook my head and looked at the man across from me, "but my brain is still scrambled, what happened again?" he nodded and spoke "you were crossing the border and got caught in the imperial ambush like us and this horse thief." he nodded to other carts.

the men in them were dressed like the man speaking. "border to where?" he narrowed his eyes as i realised the blunt stupidity of the question. "must have been more of a blow than you thought, this is skyrim" i nodded and realised something else.

i no longer felt the familiar weight of my gun against my chest. i swore under my breath. the horse thief spoke up "hey, you. we shouldn't be here. if it weren't for these damned stormcloaks, we would be where we were going."

the man in front of me glared at the horse thief. "watch your tongue! you speak to ulfric stormcloak, the true high king!" all of the color drained from the thief's face "wait, if you are here, then that means…" the speaker nodded "end of the line" upon realizing the implications of his statement, my brain responded in the only appropriate way.

"shit"

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