*I want to point this out now just as you read the chapter the name Alistair is not the Game Master's real name. It's a name that he was given. So to clear things up...no one know his origin, his actual real name, who is family was. Nada. Moving on. One last thing. Carter A.K.A Carver in Skyrim is my OC*
Chapter 3
*Few hours earlier*
"Hey, Alistair. How are things going on with the Skyrim players?"
"How many times do-"
"Yeah, Yeah. It's the Game Master. I know. Seriously though...the name is kind of lame..."
"Ugh...the Skyrim players are doing fine. Just got a new player joining in the adventure. How are things at your end with the Fallout players?"
"Doing great. They are doing perfect on teamwork and sure know to keep an eye on trouble. The only thing I hate is that...the bugs in the game."
"Oh boy...what happened this time?"
"What I expect from Bethesda...Physics going crazy, NPCS glitching like crazy, NPCS going aggro for no fucking reason and of course...my favorite: NPCS not showing up when they were suppose to meet the players or when the NPCS are in the ground or walls stuck. It's ridiculous. What kind of team did those people hired anyways?"
"Probably people who don't know too much of how to get rid of bugs."
"My thoughts exactly."
"Well I think I kept him waiting enough. It's time to start his adventure as a Dragonborn."
"Carter Miles? The guy who has an Imperial character?"
"Yup. That's him."
"You sure he won't join the Stormcloaks?"
"I'm positive. He discussed it with me that he is willing to join the Empire like the rest of the other players. He's just worried that he has to fight dragons and believe me...those dragons are going to be nuisance to the players Dragonborn or not. But I gave him some advice that will help him survive against the dragons. Find some capable players who will help you on your quest and be prepared for the unexpected. I'm sure he'll be fine even though he can be a bit of a coward. Thankfully not too much of a coward."
"Let's hope so."
(Carter's pov)
*Few hours later. Location: arriving to Helgen. Weather: chance for heavy snow *
My name is Carter Miles. I'm a 21 year old Caucasian American who is one of those unfortunate players to be warped in some Skyrim mod by some guy named the Game Master who created the mod. Live the life in a game...sounded interesting but the only issue is...I'm scared. Scared for my life, scared of dragons and scared of the type of people I'm going to meet. All these things that are in my mind is what freaks me out...maybe someone in Skyrim can help me survive this madness...so where am I now you may ask? Heading to Helgen...to be executed...
"Hey, you. You're awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush. Same as us and that thief over there." Ralof said.
I look to my right and saw Lokir...paranoid and panicked as usual...
"Damn you, Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me - we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."
Yeah...you're right on that one. I have no involvement with these fucking rebels...I'm more interested in the Empire than the Stormcloaks.
"We are all brothers and sisters in binds, thief." Ralof frowns at Lokir.
"Shut up back there!" The Imperial soldier shouted.
Lokir looks Ulfric as Ulfric glares at Lokir with pure hate...
"And what's wrong with him?" Lokir asks.
"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak. The true high king!" Ralof growled.
Uh huh...not happening, pal. Sorry. As much as I want to agree this is the Nords home but they got to accept the fact that Nords or not all are welcome to Skyrim. What Ulfric is doing is discrimination and is completely selfish for power. You may say the complete opposite of what I say and I can respect that but you got to understand that these are my opinions. However...I will say this. I despise the Thalmor and how they stomp on religion like they own the Nords.
"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. So if they captured you...oh gods...where are they taking us?" Lokir panicked.
"I don't know where are we going...but Sovngarde awaits us..." Ralof sighs.
I didn't pay much attention to the conversation I was looking around my surroundings as we headed to Helgen. Everything looked so real...it beats seeing it on the game that's for certain...people...animals...everything...they are so real...So we finally got to the area where we are about to be executed as we got out of cart as we formed a line as Hadvar called us up one by one.
"Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm." Hadvar calls out.
Ulfric walks forward near the Stormcloak soldiers...and I swear I am sweating like a pig(barely)...
"Ralof of Riverwood." Hadvar calls out.
Ralof walks forward and stands near Ulfric...now my heart is pounding...am I really going to die?
"Lokir of Rorikstead." Hadvar call out.
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" Lokir panicked.
He makes a break for it but only to be shot in the head by an arrow from an Imperial...fucking moron...
"Anyone else feel like running!?" The captain growls.
"Wait. You there. Step forward."
That's my cue...end of the line...I just know it...
"Who are you?" Hadvar asks me.
"Carver." I said.
"You're a long way from Imperial city. What are you doing in Skyrim?" Hadvar asks me.
"Just a traveler. Came in the wrong place and wrong time I suppose..." I sighed.
Hadvar looks at me suspiciously like I was lying to him but decided to let the matter go.
"Captain, what should we do? He's not in the list."
"Forget the list. He goes to the block." The captain orders Hadvar.
"By your orders, captain. I'm sorry. We'll make your remains return to Cyrodill. Follow the captain, Prisoner." Hadvar looks at me sympathetically.
This is it...I followed the captain and stood next to the prisoners as the captain got near General Tullius. Just 2 minutes and already I hear Alduin's roar in the distance.
"What was that?" Hadvar asked rather on edge.
"It's nothing. Carry on."
"Yes, General Tullius!" The captain saluted.
Nothing?! You just heard a fucking roar and all you had to say is NOTHING! The roar is heard again but once again, they shrugged it off. Ugh...the stupidity of some people. Once the reckless Stormcloak soldier got beheaded, I was called up to the block. As I got in front of the chopping block...got on my knees as I felt the captain's heavy steel boots on my back forcing me to place my head on the block...and I closed my eyes praying to whatever God in this game in my head...when I thought it was end of me...I hear...
"WHAT IN OBLIVION IS THAT?!"
It's time...
(Dante's pov)
30 minutes later in Riverwood.
"You don't look like any Khajiit I see." Alvor says as he sees me sharpening my ebony great sword.
"No I'm not."
"Oh? You look like one of them Sellswords that pass by here for jobs."
"I may be a mercenary yes but I work for the Companions that will help Skyrim be in a better place whether it's dealing with bandits or dealing unusual creatures that harm innocent lives." I said as I finished sharpening my ebony great sword.
"Ah...an honorable cause. I'm sure you'll be making friends in Skyrim in no time." Alvor chuckled.
Yeah...I'm pretty sure Skyrim is home to the warriors and joining the Companions sure gets you to the right direction with making allies.
"Depends. Not many people are trustworthy to be my ally." I said as I sheathed my ebony great sword and got off the seat.
"Aye. Cutthroats and deceivers are always on the look out for the weak. Cowards are more like it."
Amen to that.
"Well it was nice talking to you, Alvor. Til we meet again."
"Aye." Was all Alvor said.
As I was going back to my horse, I hear a dragon's roar...a real loud one. Seriously need to put the ear rape warning cause that is loud as hell. I quickly look up and I see...him. Alduin. Thankfully as scripted, he flies past Riverwood and flies off into the distance. If he's here then there could be one thing...The Game Master has chosen the Dragonborn.
(Carter's pov)
*15 minutes earlier*
Me and Hadvar managed to escape Helgen from Alduin and killed the rebels and those damn spiders (fucking hate them).
"Whew...that was close." I panted and wiped the sweat off my forehead.
"Yeah...too close for comfort." Hadvar sighed as he catches his breathe for a bit.
Alduin's roar was heard from a distance as me and Hadvar quickly hid a rock hoping to avoid Alduin's wrath. Thankfully Alduin ignored us and flew past Riverwood to fly somewhere as me and Hadvar left out hiding spot.
"Looks like he's gone for good this time. But I don't think we should stick around to see if he comes back. Closest town from here is Riverwood. My uncle's the blacksmith there. I'm sure he could help you out. It's probably best if we split up. Good luck. I wouldn't have made it without your help today. Listen, you should go to Solitude and join up with the Imperial Legion. We could really use someone like you. And if the rebels have themselves a dragon, General Tullius is the only one who can stop them." Hadvar said as we walked down the hill.
"That's not a bad idea. Joining the Empire I mean. When I get to Solitude, I'll let Tullius know that I'll join the Imperials." I smiled.
"Excellent. You won't regret it." Hadvar smiled.
I stagger a bit in a daze as Hadvar looked at me with concern.
"You okay?"
"Hungry...and thirsty..."
"Oh...I could imagine how it felt when you were in the cell with a lack of food and water. well when we get to Riverwood, you'll get yourself a meal. On me."
"Thanks." I smiled more.
Hope the food tastes good in Skyrim...
