have you ever had one of those days where everything that could possibly go wrong, does?
let me tell you, it's not fun.
my name is glare of sun, i'm an argonian from, you guessed it, argonia, fun place, you should visit it some time, just mind the pete bogs.
sorry, i got sidetracked there, so here i am walking up the road that leads to skyrim when i get caught up in a fight between the stormcloaks (i honestly don't know why they are called stormcloaks, i mean they don't even wear cloaks!) and the imperials.
thats the first bad thing to happen.
the second bad thing that happened was me being mistaken as a stormcloak (despite the fact the nords are highly xenophobic and that i'm a sarcastic argonian, seriously, did the thalmor knock common sense out of the imperials during the war?)
you thought thats pretty bad?, oh just wait untill you hear what happens next.
so, a bunch of nords and an argonian are sitting in a cart, sounds like the beggining of a bad joke. anyway, here we are on our way to helgan or is it helgon?, honestly i hate accents. to be executed.
oh don't worry it gets worse, or fun if you are a certain deadric lord.
my head is on the block, waiting for the axe to come down and send me to oblivion, when, of all the things that could possibly happen, a dragon attacks, yes, i know it sounds stupid and you are probably wondering if i got my hand on some skooma, honestly i wish i did have some skooma right now.
long story short, after a bunch of killing and running i managed to escape, with help from a surprisngly freindly nord called ralof.
now, whats a sarcastic argonian going to do in the middle of a war, with no clue on whats going on, and slightly singed from a dragon attack?
peh, beats me, i'll just have to trust the divines and hope i survive.
and if i don't? well, i'll be dead, and lets be honest this story wouldn't be remotly interesting if i died right off the bat, now would it?