George
4E 201
12th of Last Seed
Riverwood, Whiterun Hold
When George's eyes opened, the first thing he saw was the straw roof of a small wooden room.
An ornate bookcase and a round table decorated the room, He was in a bed of hay with a warm fur blankets. His first questions were rather obvious. Along the lines of 'where the hell am I'. 'how did i get here', and ' why am I dressed like I'm going to the renaissance fair.'
He was wearing a plain blue tunic and tan trousers. A bit drab, in his opinion. The first order of business was to get out this room. Simple enough, getting on his feet, he felt a chill run up his soles as his feet touched the stone floor. On the foot of the bed was a pair of fur, they were soft and warm, soothing his chilled feet.
He approached the door at the end of the room, his hand reached for the handle, but then, he heard voices. Relatively young, no older than him. He couldn't make much out, they were speaking quietly.
Best case scenario, they could answer his many, many questions, worst case, they'd kill him on sight. Unlikely, but he didn't want to rule anything out, after all, he had just woken up in a rustic medieval bedroom. Opening the door, he walked into the room, a wide hall with a tightly woven straw roof, cobblestone floor tiles, several wooden tables, and a large hearth with a roaring fire that quickly warmed him. The hall was empty, save for a burly man tending the counter on George's end, and a table with five young people eating breakfast. There was a blonde-haired boy with an athletic build, he was the most mundane of them. Alongside him were two girls, one had golden skin, pointy ears, and blonde hair of a darker shade than the boy. She was the tallest among the group. The other girl had green skin and black hair, with small tusks protruding from her lower lips. Jarring, but not as much so as the other two who George presumed were male.
One was like a humanoid cat-person, with ash grey fur, whiskers, twitchy ears, and a long spotted tail, the other was more like a lizard, akin to a raptor or a crocodile. He had mossy green scales and a rather flabby build. An interesting group to say the least.
The green-skinned girl motioned towards George, "He's awake." she said in a baritone voice. The blonde kid got up from his chair and said, "Enjoy your nap?" Before he could respond, the boy said, "Sit down, we've got a lot to talk about." George nodded, still a great deal too shocked to speak properly. He pulled out a wooden chair, sitting next to the blonde and the lizard.
"I… Wh-" George sputtered.
The tall girl with the pointed ears spoke, "To make things short; We all crash-landed in this place in giant icicles, we're on a planet called Nirn, in that a country called Skyrim, some of us got… transformed into new forms, I'm ninety percent sure that we were all humans from Earth, and now that I think about it, you're from Earth too, right?"
"Uh… yeah." he remarked sheepishly. "But why and how did we get here?"
The cat-kid butted in, "That's we've been tryin' to figure out. A buncha kids crashing on some magic world sounds like something out of a cheesy fantasy novel." His ear twitched and he spoke again, "So far, nothing comes to mind."
"Magic, like actual bonafide magic?", George asked inquisitvely.
"Yep, in fact thats how your leg isn't messed up to hell and back." Dillon added.
George noticed now that his right leg was bandaged underneath his pants. Remarkably, he hadn't even felt any pain the whole time. He spoke now, clearly, "I didn't get any of your names, mayhaps a meet and greet?"
The blonde boy blinked, "Oh right, sorry, well my name is Dillon."
"I'm Amelia." said the tusked girl.
"You can call me Jack." said the cat.
"My name is Reagan, if introductions are necessary." said the tall girl.
"Ben." said the lizard boy. George noticed that this was the first time he'd spoken.
"Well, my name's George. So are we gonna discuss the elephant in the room?", he said. "What we're going to do now that we're here?"
Dillon spoke, "That's already taken care of. The lady that heads this town, Gerdur, said she could send us off to the nearest city, as long as we work for a little while. In the city we can find a "court wizard" to see if they can send us home."
Home. It had not set in until now that George was very, very far from home with no current way to go back, he felt a sting in his heart. His family and his friends would wonder where he was. God, what if they thought he was kidnapped? Well, technically he was, by magical flying ice no less, but he had to focus on getting home, he'd see them again, just not now.
George spoke again, "So is that it? You guys are awfully calm about all this."
"We all finished panicking hours ago. We're here and we gotta deal with that." Dillon said.
"Oh, one more teeny tiny thing, we decided whoever woke up last got the worst job, so you'll be cleaning the stables."
"Ah."