Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of the Elder Scrolls franchise, this is purely a work of fanfiction, which should be obvious considering I doubt a Bethesda employee would write fanfiction, let alone post it on the site. xD
Hello potential reader, i'd like to start things off by saying that this will be my first attempt at a Self-Insert, given the nature of this type of story I ask that you please keep in mind that this isn't going to be the most serious of things, but at the same time I would love any feedback you may decide to leave as I am still a noob when it comes to fanfiction.
I want to get this out of the way: I will NOT be the Dragonborn, nor will I be A Dragonborn, not only do I not want it, but I feel it'd be an insult to the title if someone directly from Earth, especially an author of a story such as this, just tacked the title and ability on themselves as a form of wish fulfillment, I already have the actual Dragonborn of the story all planned out, as well as a few other characters that you may or may not be suspecting. This will not be the Vanilla Skyrim, as lovely as it is...I feel like mods are one of the main reasons people still play the game to this day, that and they can inspire some rather fun scenarios, that being said I will likely be using my mod loadout to enhance the story.
With all that said and done, I do hope that you'll give me a shot and humor this idea of a Skyrim self-insert, I know that there are a few out there, but I hope I don't take paths to similar to theirs.
The streets were silent as the snow fell overhead, it was only five o' clock and yet it was already getting dark...Gotta love Winter, eh?
I was alone for the week, everyone else was on a trip, staying at a lodge they'd rented, which didn't necessarily harm me in any way, here I had both internet and access to my games, something the lodge's computer would lack in at least one category.
My reflection was present in a mirror on the opposite side of the room, allowing me to see my image. My lithe, pale form sat in it's chair, my long, brown hair was caught between my back and the back of the chair, getting tugged in the occasions I looked away from the screen I was typing at, my bangs were pulled behind my large ears, keeping them out of my face and exposing my large forehead, I had a thin mustache and a goatee that fused with my bushy sideburns, my lazy, hazel eyes stared at the screen through the lens of my rectangular glasses, I wore a white shirt with the image of a reaper on it, black cargo pants, and white socks, my black snowshoes sat not too far from my desk in the event I do actually decide to venture outside, and my black coat was sprawled haphazardly on a nearby table.
I hung up my headphones as I saved my game, deciding to give it a break for the day, I let out a sigh of relief as I leaned back in my seat, steam practically radiating from my now reddened forehead as I quit the game, giving an invincible Miraak one last glance on my central finger as I called it quits, "Cheap shit..." I hissed, frustration in my tone.
Essentially I was just having every Miraak related problem a PC user could, I was dealing too much damage so he couldn't heal to full, he wasn't giving the audio cue by arguing with the dragons, and Hermaeus had seemed to decide that he wouldn't kill Miraak, making him invincible since this removed my only method to kill him, while it was probably my fault for having numerous mods loaded I still felt the right to complain, especially since I would likely need to force the quest to advance and disable Miraak's boss music, the same thing a friend of mine went through and warned me about.
I stretched, attempting to relieve some rage induced stress, "Mods are really the only advantage you have over the PS3, you know that?" I asked the Skyrim icon on my desktop in a semi-sarcastic manner, wishing my anger management classes had actually amounted to something so I could spend more time actually fixing the problem rather than complaining about it, but it'd run it's course eventually. Shaking my head, I spun in my chair to look towards the TV, which was off at the present moment, "Maybe this is a sign to get off, I have been playing too much recently..." I conceded, well aware that I was shirking my writing...Well, typing technically, but it's basically the same thing in the end.
As I got up and moved automatically for the door to my room I couldn't help but think about the main reason I wrote stories and played games, my overactive imagination is what sustained me, the idea of living in a fantasy setting was possibly the most alluring idea to me, even after taking danger into account.
As the door opened and I was greeted by nearly immediate stairs I moved down them swiftly, my hand running across the railing as I did in case I ended up slipping due to my haste, My only goal in mind being to get something to drink.
As I was turning the corner into the main hallway I heard the chime of the doorbell, causing me to freeze on the spot. Turning my attention towards the main entrance I blinked, my head tilting as I wondered who would possibly be here, all my friends lived outside of town and it was unlikely they'd drive through snow and ice just to pay me a visit...Paranoia at work, I retrieved my boots, my coat, and the dagger I kept under my pillow, burying it in my pocket...To an outsider this may seem like a strange practice, but i've known people in this neighborhood to do some stupid stuff, and i'd rather not be unarmed should someone try to break into my house.
Slowly I returned to the door, there was nobody on the other side, but with curiosity growing I slowly opened the door, inviting a cold wind that made me shiver...But there was nobody there, only a package at the doormat...
Looking around, I tried to look for footprints and found nothing, looking at the box...It was just cardboard with tape to seal it closed and 'DPS' written in a rather fancy way on the front, making my eyebrow raise as I questioned what it stood for, "Damage Per Second?..." I asked, pausing before I picked the box up, taking it inside before locking the doors.
Once inside my paranoia spiked as I looked at the box, it wasn't too heavy, nor was it light...If I had to make a guess I would say that whatever was inside was definitely metal...Everything I knew told me I should just toss it out, but my curiosity scratched at the back of my conscious, urging me to at least see what it was. My curiosity won, against my better judgement I feel that if it was a bomb then it would've blown up already instead of waiting for me to open it, and needless to say this was correct, there wasn't anything that seemed particularly dangerous inside.
Cardboard and bubble-wrap gave way to an almost golden metal, six walls of etched material with a circular crest home to a symbol I recognized...This cube looked almost exactly like a Dwemer Lexicon from Skyrim, but with more shine...Come to think of it, it was also more detailed, clunkier than the game's counterpart...Taking it in my hands and lifting it I had discovered it was at least the size of my head...Yet it wasn't as heavy as one would imagine.
However, I didn't have much time to contemplate the arrival of this object as a blue glow started to course through it's symbols, the cube shook as the devices inside came to life, I had dropped it almost immediately and threw myself backwards, my eyes widening in fear and shock, "What the hell!?" I practically screamed as the Dwemer device caught itself before it could hit the ground, slowly lifting itself into the air as it started to divide it's pats in a manner similar to the Lexicon I knew of and the Dwemer lock-box that held the Oghma Infinium.
Before I could even process what was happening I felt a tug ad the blue energy expanded, a darker energy emerging at the core of the device, resembling a black hole, try as I may to grab onto of something I would find that it was impossible as there was simply nothing to grip, we had a wooden floor instead of a carpet and pretty much everything was too far away for me to try and interact with it.
With a scream I found myself pulled into the darkness at the center of the device, sure that I vaguely heard something like laughter before everything went both black and silent simultaneously...
Well, that's the prologue. xD
This took me ages (months) to type due to the fact I kept switching between what I wanted to do, but I finally settled on something and this is the result. I hope to see a few people along for the ride, I also hope that I can make this a little different than other stories with similar features. (Really fearing being an accidental copycat. x_x)
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the prologue, have a wonderful day. :3