Okay. This is weird, but this fic came to me while I was waiting for a pizza order that was an hour late due to the driver "Misplacing" my order and then having to wait another thirty minutes do to the fact that someone had turned the fryer off early for the wings. I was so mad, so I took out a shop towel and just started writing and this is what came out. I have a plan for one after it as well but don't know how I'll do this.
Disclaimer: Skyrim belongs to its respective creators. I have no claim to it.
Alok Dovakiin
Chapter 1: Nice to Meet You
Okay. I'll admit. I was only a casual player when it came to games. Work and a kid kept me from being a true, hard core gamer. That being said, my life is a game… No… Seriously. I live in a game. Well technically several. I don't know how it happened but now every time I die I am reborn into a new game world. I know what your thinking. "But wouldn't that be cool? You could meet your favorite characters and learn magic and bla, bla, bla.". Reality check. Not cool.
Think about it. How many games do you play that are all sunshine and roses huh? Hell; even in Slime Ranchers you can still get your ass handed to you. FYI when you get "Knocked out" you die… That was a humiliating experience and no I will not go into detail. And to top it off I have no choice in what game I'm born in or in what capacity. Hell, I can't even choose my own name. My birth… re-birth?... parents chose that for me.
At lease I'm born as my custom-made characters in each game that I've played, and only get random generated bodies in games I haven't. It has led to some interesting moments though. Like now for instance, in my original life I had tits. Now however….
"Get up you milk drinker!" A boy yelled as he kicked another boy in the crotch and laughed as he fell back to his knees with an agonized shout.
"Look at him! He can't even fight! I thought you were a man!" Another boy taunted as the downed boy struggled to get up again only to get shoved back to the ground.
"More of a man than you cowered. Fight me one on one and we'll see who the milk drinker is." The boy growled only for a third boy to clock him in the jaw before the other two joined in on a full-on kicking fest as the fourth boy curled up on his side trying to protect his vulnerable bits.
Yup that's me. No not one of ass hats that are kicking the twig of a boy on the ground. I'm the twig unfortunately. Dam my rouge characters adolescent ganglynes. But like I said, interesting situations. By the way both child birth and getting kicked in the balls hurts like hell. They may hurt in a different way but its still the same amount of pain.
"What's going on here!" A Nord woman shouted walking around the corner of Vilemyr Inn having heard the commotion.
"Grownup! Scatter!" A boy shouted as he and his friends ran off leaving me behind to pick myself up and deal with the Nord.
"Fool boys think I don't recognize them and won't be talking to their mas' later." The woman scoffed looking down at the runt trying to dust himself off. "I thought you wood elves were supposed to be fleet of foot eh? So why do I always find you on the reservin' end of a beatin'?"
"They are bullies. I won't let them push me around just because I'm a Bosmer." I huffed looking up to see the face of Temba Wide-Arm.
"I know lad but yer just no match for them boys. Come on Talas, I'll get ya over to Reyda for a health potion." Temba said shaking her head as she turned around and leading us over to Reyda and her brothers place.
"So what have you been up Mis Strong-Arm?" I asked receiving a dirty look from Temba for the nickname. I can't help it. My past love for anime influencing me to name her after a character of a similar name.
"I swear boy. If I didn't know any better, I would think that under all that dirt you're covered with you were a Nord."
"Well I wasn't exactly raised in Valenwood." I mumbled shoving my hands into my pockets and looking down at the ground before looking up at the feeling of a hand on my head.
"I know lad. I know." Temba sighed before looking back to where she was going as we came up to the old shack that I knew wouldn't be standing in a few years.
Maybe I should explain something. When I say I'm reborn into a new game after every death I mean, reborn. As in I have to re-learn how to walk, eat, and in some cases, talk. It just so happens that in this life my parents decided that they wanted to take a pilgrimage up the steps, so they left me at the inn in Ivarstead were it was safe. Unfortunately, they never came back so I've just been drifting around here. Temba, Wilhelm, Reyda and her brother, Narfi, have all been good to me and have given me all that I could ask for. I just hope that when the dragon born comes he or she wont cause too much trouble for this little town. Lord knows how often I would come through and kill a chicken just to be a dick. And yes, I am fairly certain that I am not the dragon born. I tried a few shouts I know, and nothing happened so ya. Just a simple peasant in this life.
"Temba! Talas! What a pleasant surprise! How can I help you?" Reyda asked when she answered the door.
"Isn't it obvious what they need help with?" Narfi asked before pinning me with a disapproving look. "When are you going to learn boy? You just don't have the muscle for a fight with those other boys." He sighed waving me and Temba in as Reyda went to get a healing potion for me.
"Me? Learn?" I asked dramatically placing a hand over my mouth as if he had just suggested the most scandalous of things. This earned a scoff from Narfi and a smack upside the head from Temba.
"You know, if you keep this up. We might send you to the Bard's College considering your flair for dramatics." Reyda chuckled.
"If you want them to go def then sure." I shrug as Reyda hands me a potion causing her to chuckle.
"That is something to think about lad." Narfi said all the sudden; receiving confused looks from everyone in the room.
"You're joking right? ME in the Bard's College?" I looked at Narfi incredulously.
"Perhaps not the bard's college but you are of an age that you should be thinking about your future." Narfi said.
"He's right lad. Tis something to think on." Temba agreed as Reyda nodded along.
"Oh! I already know what I want to do." I said smiling proudly knowing full well that they didn't know that this wasn't my first rodeo.
"And what might that be?" Reyda asked with a twinkle of knowing in her eyes having found me on several occasions outside the village 'practicing'.
"Yes, do tell. I would like to know what our little wood elf is so confident about." Narfi scowled. Most likely thinking that I was going to try my hand at mercenary work or something. Which, by the way, had crossed my mind but he didn't need to know that.
"I want to go to the Mage's College." I announced proudly and only smirked when Narfi and Temba burst into laughter.
"Lad, ye ain't got a magic bone in yer body." Temba giggled trying to calm herself.
"If you say so." I said while nonchalantly casting a mage light eliciting a gasp from the nay sayers. They didn't need to know that that was the only one that I had mastered. Seriously. The game made it seem so easy. Just read a book and BAM! Instant mage. Turns out, that isn't how it works. Good thing I knew a few wiccans in my first life, so I already had a basic grasp of magical theory. That and my mother had been fascinated with that kind of thing, so she had a few books on white magic and spells.
"When did you learn how to do that!" Narfi exclaimed pointing at the orb.
"I have caught him practicing in the woods a few times. Our little one is quite the inquisitive one." Reyda chuckled going over and handing me a book on herbology that I had asked her for the other day. "He has also been helping me gather herbs when he is not getting into fights."
"Well, who else is going to protect you from mudcrabs but me?" I ask thumbing my chest before remembering something and lowering my head. "Do you think the Graybeards will teach me to speak dragon? Not how to shout! I just want to learn how to talk to a dragon if I ever meet one." I stammer knowing full well that as far as these people were concerned. Dragons were nothing but a legend.
"Quit talking nonsense boy." Narfi huffed. "It's one thing to learn magic. Another thing entirely to learn something as absurd as a make-believe language that has no purpose in the real world."
"Not only that but ye know the Graybeards don't talk to anyone outside of their own." Temba said shaking her head.
"Oh let the boy try you two." Reyda scolded them softly. "I know you will find a way little one." Reyda said patting me on the back before leading me towards the door. "Now go play and try to stay out of trouble."
"Never!" I shout before taking off towards the town only to stop once I hit the main road. Looking up at the mountain I think about my choices for this life. I know I want to learn dovahzul and magic, but I also know that they won't let me into the collage until my 18th summer. But what of the Graybeards? Will Arngeir have pity on me and let me stay? Maybe if I drop Paarthurnax's name I can get in. With the ruff outline of a plan in my head I make my way to the inn to pack my meager belongings and crawl out the window to start heading towards the outskirts of town where I know a little dear trail is that leads to the seven thousand steps without having to cross the bridge and worry about getting stopped.
"Now lets just hope I don't run into any trolls." I mumble as I weave my way up the path.
So just some back story not much. Hope you like it.
Until I see you again.
PEACE!
