Hi. This is my first Fanfic. Been meaning to do one for awhile and never got to it so with out further ado
Where Time ends
Chapter 1
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Whiterun Hold.
Asbjorn woke in a snow covered field, head pounding as the morning sun blinded me him temporarily. Moaning as he rubbed his eyes, he sat up and looked around. "What the hell? It's July, why is there snow?" he said quietly to himself as he stood up, back popping in the process.
Walking around, he found a creek and a stone road, following it he walked for hours before stumbling on a town. Walking down the main road the first thing that caught his was the blacksmith, immediately followed by how primitive the buildings looked. Walking to the blacksmiths forge he knocked on the wood getting the Smith's attention. "Yeah? You Looking for a blade?" he said in a gravelly voice. Asbjorn looked at the man "Uh, no actually. I'm a bit lost actually, woke up in a field with no memory of how I got there." Asbjorn said slightly embarrassed scratch in his head. The Smith laughed heartily at this "Have to much to drink did ya? Sounds like a true Nord to me. Names Alvor, this is RiverWood, about 15 miles south of Whiterun. If your hungry or thirst The tavern is down the road on the right, can't miss it." he said as he started hammering a red hot peice of metal on his anvil.
"My Names Asbjorn. Sorry if I sound ignorant, but what's Whiterun?"
Alvor stopped what he was doing and looked at Asbjorn. "New to Skyrim eh?
Whiterun is a the capital of Whiterun hold. It's governed by Jarl Balgruuf the greater. He's a fair man, somehow he's stayed nuetral in the war so far."
Asbjorn didn't know what the hell was going on. What was Skyrim, and what war?
Not wanting to look like a bigger fo than already he Thanked Alvor and headed to the tavern