A young man clad in armor spoke out at a pub in Riften, a 'backwater Hold' as the young adventurer would describe. A young man is also with him, having that 'stupid guy gonna tell another of his stupid narrations again' look all over his face.

"Okay, so there I was, up at Helgen, the Imperials about to chop my head off, while I was saying 'Yeah! Come at me, Executioner! Chop my head up real good while I get this dazzling view!" the young adventurer narrated

"Ugh, just shut up," a mage then answered.

"YOU shut up, Marcurio! Anyways, I was about to get my head chopped up, then this dragon appeared outta nowhere and saved my almost beheaded butt."

Now then the mage, named Marcurio, is already irritated at his boss and said, "Dammit! Why did I let you be my boss?!"

"Coz I'm awesome! Well, unbeknowest to him and also me at the time, I'm someone named 'The Dragonborn', the one who'll kill dragons for good. And I laughed my butt off after hearing that from Jarl Balgruuf because I thought, 'That dragon saved his own mortal enemy! Bwahaha!' but hey, at least he saved my butt."

Marcurio just shook his head and facepalmed, "Why is the Dragonborn like this? He should be all serious and stuff, not some kid..."

Looking at Marcurio, the Dragonborn then said, "Eh, anyway, let's just get to Markarth and farm off from those tribes..."

"You mean the Forsworn, oh great Dovahkiin?" Marcurio emphasized the sarcasm of 'oh great Dovahkiin".

The Dragonborn ignored his sarcasm and, putting on the trademark iron helmet with horns, he shouted out, "Ready or not, I'm tearing up your buttcheeks, Alduin! But I gotta level up first..."

Walking down the road to Whiterun, farming off some bandits while at it, also encountering a dragon, The Dragonborn and Marcurio managed to stay alive and keep on track.

Marcurio decided to speak up, "Are you serious about killing Alduin the World Eater?"

"That's what the Dragonborn's supposed to do, right?"

"Imagine dying while not being able to defeat him."

The Dragonborn looked intently at Marcurio, and answered, "As long as I sacrifice my life for Skyrim, maybe all of Tamriel, then that's good. At least I tried."

"If only he was always this serious," Marcurio thought to himself. He had been with The Dragonborn for a year, diving through dungeons, defeating Dragons, traveling around Skyrim, but they haven't realized their goal of killing the World Eater. Marcurio wouldn't want to die for nothing, but The Dragonborn doesn't think of it that much.

"If only you were so serious..." Marcurio said.

"I can choose whether or not to be serious," The Dragonborn replied.

"*sigh* Yeah, yeah, sure Dovahkiin," Marcurio sarcastically replied as they went up to Whiterun's horse seller.

At least three-fourths away from Markarth, The Dragonborn and Marcurio got themselves some horses to ride. Yes, they can't just walk forever, you know. Dang, that would be tiring.

"Maybe it's time to recruit another party member," The Dragonborn thought to himself. He IS serious on stopping Alduin.

Marcurio lifted up his hood to see some sort of shooting star heading towards The Dragonborn, "Dovahkiin, look out!"

"What- WHAHAHA! RUN FOR DEAR LIFE, MARCURIO!"

CRASH!

A few meters and The Dragonborn would be smushed hero meat. Marcurio rode up to where the crash site is. Glowing purple is what he'd describe. "What in the name of Akatosh is this?"

The Dragonborn then decided to check it out. "Stay back, Marcurio, we don't know what it is."

"Geez, I'm interested too, you know..."

Sliding gently on the crater, The Dragonborn walked up to see…

"What in Tamriel is this?"

AUTHOR NOTES:

Middonaito here! And here's a weird Skyrim/Neptunia fanfiction. I dunno if everything can work out, but just tell me if you want this to be a true series, and I'd be more than happy to keep writing this...

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