Hello, I've always wanted to write a Skyrim fic, I know I'm not the best at spelling or grammer, so if you spot any please let me know and I'll correct them, I hope you enjoy this, any constructive critisisem is welcome, I don't really have an update schedule for this as I'm writting what comes into my head at the time, though it will be based off one of my current play throughs.

WARNING! There will be bad languge/gore/violence in this, Im not sure about romance, definetly no smut, I can't write that stuff to save my life.

Please let me know what you think, good and bad, I will always try to reply to any messages.

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Disclaimer, I do not own The ElderScrolls series, in any way shape or form, i only own my skyrim xbox360 and xbox 1 games.

'Well, this sucks, this really, really sucks major sandy donkey balls, oh, my poor head, and shit, thats bone poking out my hand... shit shit shit!' I did'nt even get to finish that panicked pain filled line of thought before that un-dead screamed at me once again "FUS RO DAH" and once more I'm sent fliping through the air only to smack shoulder first into that wierd chanting wall.

Gathering my even more so addeld wits, I note that I've thankfully landed near my trusty war axe, lost to the first scream of doom from Mr I-Should-Be-Dust-But-I'm-not, grabbing my axe in my unbroken hand I roll out the way of his bigger axe, as it hits and sparks 'is that frost on the floor?!' I turn and swing, aiming for the spot between its helmet and chest armour.

Digging into the desicated knotted flesh I hack as fast as I am able, getting an elbow to the gut knocks me back, but in doing so it wrenchs my lst strike to almost tear through it's spindly neck, spinning to face me, head almost hanging off it opens that putrid gape it call a mouth and "FUS RO..." it screamed its own head off, I watch as the heaad dissapears in to the water fall behind the stairs, only hearing the sound of its body finally recognising that yes it is dead, and lord I hope it stays this way this time. "Well, shit...hah...ha...ha!" I gasp out, I am so lucky, now what was I doing here again? Oh yeah the dragon stone thingy, first things first though, this bone sticking out my hand needs sorting, like now!

A few minutes later, (thank you restoration!) "Ah, ha, there you bloody well are!" grabbing the 'crap this things heavy' stone I also open up the nice looking chest near the sarcophagus, 'Huh, a nice pair of braces, steel it looks like, a few old gold coins, a petty soul gem, and a ruby, neat. I got better here than with the chest with the bandits, that was a tin plate, bowl, fork, knife and spoon set, about 40 septims, and an iron dagger, still the woodaxe, iron waraxe, sheild and their weapons and armour means I should be able to sell and make some more coin' packing them into my now bulging backpack I also manage to tie that things battle axe to my pack, feeling the frost creep into my skin as I pick it up, I decide it's time to get back to Riverwood and complete this quest, "that gold better be damn worth it".

Grumbling as i take the stairs up I look down at he bottom of the waterfall amused I can see that things head bobbing in the pool, and 'Whats this? a chest...crap, bit of a drop, but loot is loot' dropping down I'm lucky I dont cockle over on one of my ankles, this chest needs a few lock picks but I get it open 'More old gold, wonder how uch its worth in septims, an amythst, ooh an elvish dagger and another petty soul gem, mine now' straping on the dagger with some leather strips to my calf inside my boots, I manage to add the few small items to my bag, now time to get back and climb the stairs...again, "Groan..."

Getting out of that crypt and being back out into the fresh air is amazing, taking big lungfulls of it I look up at the two moons, the stars starting to shine in the last few rays of sun, I check my map, I`ve got a trek back to Riverwood, sighing I hitch my bag back up, better get going, sooner done, sooner I can get my gold, and get to Whiterun, back to that arrogant arsehole Farengar. Still, even with almost being executed and burnt by the big bad as my introduction to this land, its better than the life I lived back home, that and having over 400 hours of playtime will hopefully give me an advantage, if only I can figure out how to open the DAMN MENU!

A.N (I was going to end the first chapter here, but its too short so, shit round Riverwood was added)

Getting back to Riverwood was bit of a hassle, but as dawn was breaking I strolled into the little village, Sven was leaving his house to the right side of the main road though, ignoring one part of the love triangle I headed to the Inn, time for some breakfast, one thing I had fugured out, was that as a haracter I did not need to slep or eat, just like the games, but me being me I still would, after all, who deos'nt love food?

"Thanks Orgnar, this'll really hit the spot!" I ment it, after buying a few eggs, some cheese and half a loaf of fresh bread I sat on the edge of the large hearth fire, cracking my eggs into my tin bowl I mixed in some bits of broken cheese, using my knife I cut the bread into lices and dipped it ino the egg and cheese mix, grabing the tin plate from my bag I put the now soaked bread sliecs on it and placed it on to the coals to cook, wrapping the rest of the cheese and bread I placed it in my bag with the few apples, carotts and potatoes, pouch of salt and one lonely leek in there, as I was turning over the eggy bread Orgnar made his way over "Huh, I aint never seen food done like that before" he states, " Thats something from your home?" Looking up I nod, "Yeah, I love to cook, and I know I'm a damn good cook, while to the food here is filling and delisious, its also a lot simpler, heh, as soon as I get some tomatoes, wheat, more cheese and some meat I'm making pizza, I miss that stuff" I laugh, its funny how you miss miss some things. Orgnar just shakes his head and heads off to finish sweeping, 'Well at least I know that pizza rocks'.

After finishing and cleaning my utensils, I pack them away, its time to get my gold from the trader and head on to Whiterun, I wave at Alvor as I head out the Inn, getting a nod in response as he heads to start up the forge, entering the traders I give a smile to Camilla, and a grin to Lucian "I hope youve got my gold fella, 'cos I got your claw, and a few more things to sell, if your intrested" at that Lucien lights up as as Camilla claps her hands in joy, after getting the siblings thanks and a nice sum of gold, appernetly to old gold used by the nords is quite the colectors item, one coin equivalent to 50 septims, I leave the store 863 septims richer and a little lighter.

Going across to Alvor I reassure him I will now be on my way to Whiterun, selling the leather, hide and iron armours and weapons from the bandits nets me another 470 septims, even after buying a better steel waraxe, my old iron one being quite blunt after its encouters over the past day, with pleasentries passed and my best wishes for Hadvar I make my way out of the village, the early morning sun warming the air.

Stats.

Name. ?

Level. ?

Health. 100 (baseline)+?

Magic. 100 (baseline)+?

Stamina. 100 (baseline)+?

Gold. 1336 Septims

Skills. Gamers mind Lvl Max

Gamers body LvL Max

?

?

Weapon. Steel Waraxe

Armour. Steel

Magic. Novice restoration: Healing

Novice destruction: Flames, Sparks.