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'thought'

"Speech"

"Powerful Creatures Speaking, like a dragon or a god"

"Text via book or letter... when those are around..."

(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)

I let out a low sniffle as I clutch my knees to my chest, a small stone orb surrounds me on all sides, however, to the left is a small door indented into the wall, and in the middle is a stone pillar holding the roof up.

I let out a long groan.

'why am I here... just to fucking suffer?!'

I blow into my hands and rub them together, a small fire crackling in the fireplace I made.

'This sucks... I might have made my own house, but its like ten degrees outside, I'm on a mountain, and I'm in FUCKING SKYRIM!'

I had been in this world for like a month, I just appeared with only the clothes on my back... or, well, the clothes on my back and a new body entirely...

Ooh... I did forget to mention the thing violently annoying me...

Mastery System:

Alteration: Lv 4:
You gain no additional bonuses for using Alteration Magic.

Transmutation: Lv 17: (36.2%)
You may now transform one object into another, but they must have similar value.
Lv 5: Transmutation costs 25% Less Magika
Lv 10: Transmutation can affect things at a distance of 5 feet.
Lv 15: Transmutation can now create objects without similar values, however, it must still be reasonable.

'How did I even survive this long?!'

I have gained a fucking HUGE respect for the transmutation spell... it and another skill of mine has practically carried me through my new life.

I made a little igloo and slowly transmuted it into snow brick by brick... that's why I made the center pillar... to support the weight.

Oh... but let's go back to how this all began.

I wake up with a wince and slowly sit up, I look around to see spikes all around, I had barely avoided them all, but an elk and a man hadn't been so lucky.

I nearly scream, but I quickly clamp my hands over my mouth as I notice that there is a pathway to follow.

I slowly creep forwards.

I look down to see a bear trap, a tripwire, and a pressure plate.

I expertly weave through the three traps, a brief look to my hands reveals that they are a lot smaller than they used to be.

'w-where the hell am I?!'

"I'll kill him... he talks like that to me again I'll get him while he's sleeping, or poison his meat...see how he likes that..." A gruff voice growls under his breath.

I freeze as I see a man in metal armor standing above a table.

't-this is-'

"Damn wizards... why'd they have to make these damn things so hard to understand?!" He snarls.

"BOSS! MERCHANT CARAVAN!"

The green skinned man snaps his head to the door with a feral grin. "ohoho really?!"

"Yeah! They've got a small guard of six men."

The orc walks over to a bed and picks up a double-edged axe imbedded into the bedpost. "Well... it rained this morning... so their carts might get stuck... why don't we go and lighten their load?"

They both leave the room.

I slowly blink, and after a couple seconds, I creep out.

I reach the table, snatching the book, then flinching as a screen appears.

Greetings Friend! You have been randomly selected for the classic Isekai treatment!

You have been granted the Mastery system!

"…"

'W-What?'

You have gained a magical skill:

Masteries: 2/8

Alteration: Lv 1:
Transmutation: Lv 1: 0.0%

I widen my eyes as I quickly snatch up a dagger. It isn't safe here.

Upon completely mastering a skill, you are granted +1 max masteries... you may learn skills through many means... books, trial and error, picking up a magical item, tutoring, it really goes on and on!

Mastery is increased through continued use of an ability or skill... the higher level a skill is, the slower it gains exp.

I slowly creep my way forwards, turning one way to see that the the dead-end is clear, then turning the other way to come face to face with a man in leather armor.

'S-Skyrim.'

He reaches for the blade at his waist. "What the hell are you doing here, kid?!"

"FUS-RO-DAH!"

A wave of power washes over him, causing him to stumble backwards as I duck past him.

I bust through the door at the front of the cave, slamming it behind me and jabbing my knife into the door handles.

I sprint forwards, out of the camp.

As an arrow whizzes past my head.

'Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!'

I duck behind a tree.

*THUNK*

An arrow imbeds into it right where my head was seconds before.

'o-oh god... why am I HERE?!'

Ah yes... I appear to be the dragonborn...

I pout as I bring my knees up to my chest.

A child dragonborn.

I whisper under my breath.

"Fus."

A small bellow of wind ruffles my hair as the shout dissipates on the wall in front of me.

Shouts: Lv 2:
You gain no additional bonuses for using Shouts.

Fus-Ro-Dah: Lv 9: (88.2%)
Lv 5: Fus-Ro-Dah cools down 30% Faster

I let out a long sigh as I continue staring at the ground.

"Fus."

Another little blast of wind hits me in the face.

"Fus."

"Fus."

"Fus."

I glance over to see that my ability has leveled up.

Lv 10: you now are able to use the second word of Fus-Ro-Dah, 'Ro'

I hum as I put a rough-looking log onto the fire.

'after this damned blizzard... maybe I could try and get to Whiterun... I know I am still somewhat close to that bandit camp... I just ran into the mountains to get away...'

The tips of my fingers ignite as I look to the flickering flame.

'I might not need to run away this time...'

Destruction: Lv 2
You gain no additional bonuses for using Destruction Magic.

Firebolt: Lv 6: (56.4%)
Firebolt requires 25% Less Mana

The fire on my fingers flicker out as my magicka empties out.

I scratch my chin as I desperately try to think of another shout to remember... after all, considering they function on cooldown, with zero charges or mana drain, these are a considerable weapon.

My eyebrow quirks.

"Yol."

I flinch as a wave of fire spews from my mouth, scorching the wall three feet away.

'I finally got it!'

The thing about learning a shout, is that you one: have to know the word itself, and two: know what the word truly means... Yol, a flickering fire, what could easily rage out of control, dangerous... but a part in the circle of life.

I understood Fus so easily, because in the games the greybeards practically beat it into you.

Yol required me to sit in a small sphere of stone with my only lifeline being a flickering flame, melted snow for water, and transmuted dirt for food... I had tried to figure out Tiid- as that was one of the words I remembered, time, but even thinking about days passing didn't work... I really want to know what I'll have to go through to understand 'time.'

I slowly walk through a small forest with a metal walking stick, my breath visible as I breath heavily.

I snap my head to the left as I hear a snarl, a wolf about half my height rushing towards me.

"YOL!"

A wave of fire washes over the wolf, stopping its charge dead in its track as it recoils.

As it recoils, I hold out a hand towards it and shoot a ball of fire that smacks into its chest and knocks it over, its fur still burning.

I let out a low huff as the wolf doesn't get up.

I hear three more growls behind me, causing me to freeze.

'this isn't a game... wolves travel in packs.'

I spin around, launching another shout. "YOL!"

Fire washes over two of the wolves, causing them to flail and run in panic, fur ablaze.

The last lunges for my throat, but I bring up my staff and smash it into the side of its head, just barely knocking it past.

It lands in a heap as I fall backwards, its body crashing into my own, I quickly hop to my feet as the wolf does the same.

I launch a bolt of fire at it, the orb smacking into its head and exploding the top of its jaw and nose off with a meaty crunch and a burst of heat.

That was the third pack...

Of wolves. earlier I had to run away from a cave troll and a group of three bandits... luckily, they canceled each other out when the cave troll started tearing the arms off a nearby bandit.

Then that cave bear...

Skyrim fucking SUCKS.

*This is where I stopped writing*

This is just something I thought up a while back, buuut it never really took off, pretty interesting idea though... and it's using that mastery system from chapter 9.

Eh, I might write it someday.