Author's note:

1. This is my first FanFic so it probably won't be perfect.

2. This is based on my character Tsunar Wolf-Brand, which uses mods, so there will be changes to how things work ingame, I'll include a list of mods that effected a chapter at the top of a page.

3. Massive thank you to r/Fanfiction for helping me get the courage to finally do this, especially Lord-of-the-Lies.

Mods used: Live another life

Tsunar awoke feeling hazy. He looked around a small chamber, it was familiar, yet new, as if he had a 3rd person view of it at some point. He saw a man hunched over an alchemy table, working on some kind of elixir. As his mind began to clarify, Tsunar felt an unfamiliar cold on his finger: A ring. It felt different to plain gold. All at once, the memories came back to him: Coming north from Cyrodiil, being captured, working for Gods know how long under a sorcerer's will. Tsunar could feel his teeth grow as the anger he felt for his "master" came back to him. He kept his wolf down as he picked up a woodcutting axe and approached his former boss."Yes, Lapdog?" Said the wizard, never looking away from his table.

"I woke up." Replied the farmer, as he swung the axe into the wizard's back. The Wizard screamed in pain as Tsunar finished him. Tsunar had no idea how long he'd been down there, or where in Oblivion he was. All he knew at that point was that he was free, and that his freedom wouldn't be so easily taken again.

Tsunar grabbed his gear as he left his former prison. Walking out of the cave, Tsunar could feel the moons' sway. Looking up, the moons were almost full, but if the wolf within was anything to go by, they had already passed full. Looking to his hand, Tsunar inspected the ring, "Where did you come from?" He asked it, "Who gave you to me? And why now?" He shook his head, "Whoever you are, I thank you," He said, mostly to himself. "and I'll find a way to repay you." Looking around, Tsunar could see a small settlement, just east of him. "Let's hope you're more friendly than he was," Tsunar mumbled to himself as he made his way to the buildings. "I guess that was one way to welcome a man back home."

Tsunar could hear hammer striking metal as he approached. Soon it was replaced by voices. As he made his way to the small settlement, Tsunar could see that it was some kind of mine. A nearby sign read "Shor's Stone." The voices quickly grew louder and audibly angry. Curious as to the cause of the argument, Tsunar followed the voices.

"Well what are you going to do about it!?" "I'm sorry sir, but we're stretched thin with the war, and we need to keep an eye out for Imperials." "Idiots! What's the point of protecting the mine if it's useless?"

As he turned the corner, Tsunar could see a man bickering with a guard. "Bah!" the man exclaimed as he stomped away, apparently defeated. "I hope you haven't arrived looking for work," He said, spotting Tsunar "mine's out of order."

"What's wrong with the mine?" Tsunar asked, eager for some real work.

"It's full of spiders, that's what's wrong with it!" the man replied. "Nearly killed Grogmar and me when they showed up."

"Frostbites?" Tsunar asked, remembering the stories his father would tell about huge arachnids, stealing people from their villages. "Need someone to clear them out?"

"If you want to run in there and at least try to be more useful than these milk drinking guards, be my guest. You come out alive and put those buggars down, I'll line your pockets with as much gold as I can scrape up."

"Sounds fair," Tsunar replied, looking at the mine "got a torch?" The man headed into a house and came out with a stick with cloth poorly wrapped around it "Light it at my forge, best I can do I'm afraid."

"Good enough." Tsunar replied. He lit the torch and headed for the mine, sword ready.

"I wouldn't exactly recommend going down there," the guard warned "but you want death that badly, go ahead. You'd be better off with wolves though. At least they'll kill you quick."

Tsunar ignored the guard's warnings and descended into the mines, flame in front, sword to the side. He could smell a rancid odor as soon as he opened the door to the mine, and the sound of scurrying quickly followed.

Thank you so much for reading my first story. I hope you enjoyed and criticism is more than welcome.