A/N: Sorry for all you readers, if you are still interested in this story, then hopefully you're glad that it's not over yet. Unfortunately for me, I've had a damning writer's block and have been working with things in the outside world. But with enough free time I could spare, I've finally typed, and edited this chapter (though if there are any more typos, then please let me know...). So I hope this self insert has interested you and hope you are hooked into the series as it plays out. It will go by canon yet also stream to originality- after all, Skyrim is an open world filled with creativity... and death lots of death.
And Cheese... probably the only greatest thing about this land- the amount of cheese it has!
Chapter 2 - Cabin in the Woods -
The current revelations have left me marred, marooned, and in a state of shock. I have already bandaged myself up and cleaned the lacerations on my face, and have already felt the effects of whatever was in that potion bottle that necromancer gave to me. As for the necromancer, the body was cleaned up and buried behind the house. I started looking for food, as I haven't eaten much of anything for I don't know how long.
There was a lot of cheese, and despite the taste, it wasn't too bad. Other than that, I started looking through the clothes and put a few things in my bag. My essentials were still on me, nothing was wet, and nothing was damaged despite my damned luck- a blessing in disguise I guess. I tried to use my iPhone, and look up as much of where I was, and where to go, and as far as I could tell, the guide to the game did diddly-squat.
I'm lost, there's no other way of putting it, despite the fact that I am still in a video game for all I care. Dropping the rest of the clothes on the wooden floor, I head back downstairs and head outside; it was still night out, the moons setting just over the mountains, the lights of the stars shining and the brilliant lights of the aurora. My home does this no justice, all there is back in San Francisco is a large black curtain over the night sky, a sprinkle of stars here and there, the moon and the yellow glow of civilization.
I always thought to myself when looking up at the sky back home: "The stars never disappeared they've all decided to fall into the city, into our homes as if we became the stars themselves..."
Looking at the sky now, it does make you feel how small you truly are to the universe around you. Depending how you look at reality here in the Elder Scrolls universe that is, as it is too complicated to even explain to anyone about.
But that doesn't explain the fact that I'm still here, in a cabin, in Skyrim, and I still need to find my way to civilization. Another problem would be the fact that I'm still being followed by whoever brought me here, and a cabin in the woods is not how I want to be found. Turning around and looking at the cabin, I know that this place will be found with me in it. With all the potions and the necromancy in this house, and the door in the kitchen I found that could possibly be the basements… which with the lack of bones, blood and bodies in this place, I have a feeling that there's where any unfortunate soul would be. But before that, I'm going to have to find some more water, which I realize was back at that river I passed not too long ago.
Grabbing a water pouch of some sort from a drawer that was in the kitchen, I went downstairs and headed out the door. Looking outside, I could see the sun is finally rising, bits of light peeking out over the mountains, and small beams landing onto the valley tundra below. With the water pouch, a bow and quiver in hand, I locked the door and headed back into the wilderness, looking around, and trying to familiarize myself with the terrain.
Unlike before though, I was more cautious, the last thing I want to catch me off guard would be a troll, or possibly worse, a saber cat. Finding the road didn't take long, but after walking and from seeing the sun, it was already close to mid-morning, I didn't really know how far I've ran from the river to the cabin. A few hours more of walking and getting off the road, noon passed and I finally found the river off a hill, the land doesn't look familiar than the day before, but then again, I was pumped full of adrenaline and was quite literally fighting for my life. It didn't take long for me to fill the pouch up, and as I was about to leave, I stopped, seeing what looked like big-foot in the distance.
Crouching low, I kept my eyes peeled on the furry humanoid creature, my body close to the ground with whatever tall shrubbery there was in this tundra. My senses were screaming for me to run, especially in the sense that the creature was getting closer. I laid my arrows on the ground, and took out my nifty spray can, spraying the heads of the arrows. The zipper was in my other hand, my eyes looked back at the creature, the troll was brown, a definite sasquatch-like appearance. He was about 50 yards away from me, now going straight to the bank of the river and started sticking his hand into it. It looked like it was getting a drink, then it dove in, and started struggling in the water.
Distracted, I put the rest of my arrows back into the quiver, strapped the water pouch on my side and grabbed the bow. Keeping my eyes peeled, I decided to keep one arrow out and light it with the zippo, it wasn't being as stubborn, it took about four tries before the flame ignited. The tip was lit and I notched the arrow, hopefully the tip will be hot for a while longer but I had it notched with the bow, and started my wayward backwards, eyes still etched on the flailing creature in the river.
As there was a larger distance between the two of us, I saw the creature was back on the bank. And there appears to be two or three fish, one in each hand, and another in its mouth. Though, it's more speculation most likely, whatever distance I have now would be enough to escape, and as I turned on my heel, I started breaking out into a run.
The run back was less exhilarating, and it didn't take long for the flame to wither on the arrowhead, I would probably use something else to make sure the flame lasts, maybe oil, or fat or something. It was mid-afternoon when I got home finally or at least to the cabin. Another thing that made the trip last exhilarating was the stomach aches. Its to be expected, I'm from a foreign land, and the bacteria here is making my stomach upset, I'm not use to this environment.
… At least I'm wearing enough clothes to stay warm. Though I look like and Inuit, the stuff I'm wearing is much warmer, and less bloody than the clothes I had.
The problem now, is the food and water, and the lack of immunity to the environment. I've already made three trips behind a tree before getting here. My god was that unpleasant, and I'm glad I at least had a roll of toilet paper with me… and made a hole with nothing but a rock. Still, I'm probably going to run out of that roll very soon, especially if I'm going to build immunity.
Damn… that's going to take weeks…
I hope they have large leaves… or more paper… or something…
I suddenly fell onto the floor, my body tensed, and I suddenly started breathing heavily as I could suddenly feel my abdomen ache. A familiar feeling… then my blood turned cold and my eyes widen, my hands suddenly look white and my stomach turned, it wasn't long before I realize I found myself bursting from the floor, out the door running straight towards a tree.
Dear God what a nightmare...
That roll was doomed.
Yes, I'm really going to have a problem with this. Food and water are going to be a problem, I could probably lessen the effects by boiling my food and water but that will probably take much more time for me to get used to it. This also means that I'm going to have to go to the river a lot more.
…
Yeah, that's going to be a pain, because I've been seeing trolls around that river a few times already. I sighed; they were right about Skyrim, a harsh climate with bloody and dangerous predators. I'm actually glad that I haven't run into a saber cat yet, or a frost spid-
Oh… shit!
No… no, no-no-no-no-no! I did not sign up for this shit!
Big spiders… why- why does it have to be spiders! What was Bethesda thinking in making large spiders one of the evil and disgusting creature's parts of the wildlife of Skyrim… sadistic gaming company! If I ever get back, I'm going to beat the shit out of the creator.
What the hell am I getting into, and why am I still in this cabin? Oh yeah…
Looking back, I took out one of my essentials, wrapped up in a plastic bag, probably the only thing I have as water proof in this world, keeping my only electronics and thing that connects me to my home. I'm actually surprised it survived for so long and glad I put it away before sleeping a night or so back, throughout this journey, what seemed like hours or days, already feel like weeks.
Looking into information about Skyrim, only to try and refresh my memory as I was actually glad my nerd side have downloaded the game-guide app. Typing in Skyrim, I was soon reading in on the geography, mostly because I'm not too sure about the history just yet, mostly because I have no idea what era I am in- in general terms. The information was actually quite interesting, Skyrim is about 105,500 square miles, or probably about Wyoming… or Washington, if we can also put in terms of climate. Add the fact that all the lands in Tamriel are roughly the same size, so they all would be about a quarter to a third of the size of the Continental United States. The area Skyrim itself is mostly mountainous, forest and tundra and not only containing five of the highest peaks in Tamriel. Only in the western reaches are there some measure of flat land, where most of the population resides. The rest of Skyrim is vertical; mountains, cliffs, and deep valleys. A variety of crops are raised in Skyrim, from wheat to snowberries, which what it says are quite tart and hardy, and are one of the many ingredients that are made into Nord Mead, which is said to always taste cool, and minty.
Should probably try it out if I ever come across it.
Even better, Nordic Ale seems so good that it's apparently illegal throughout the Empire, yet this does not stop many proprietors from stocking smuggled bottles for those brave enough to try a mug. Simply, this is ale, no hard liquor, unless I'm wrong on the alcoholic aspects here in this world. Now I really want some… that and to get rid of the thought that eight legged nightmares walk around the wilderness is second nature to these people.
Looking back into the small device in my hand, it's noted that, Skyrim also sported a few numbers of caves, caverns and vales. One of the biggest caverns in Skyrim was Blackreach or Fal Zhardum Din in Dwemeris, which translated to Blackest Kingdom Reaches, which is a massive cavern which contained a city, one that was built by the ancient Dwemers. The Falmer reside in these caverns as well as a large amount of fungi and swelling creatures like trolls to dwelling Chaurus.
A shiver goes down my spine.
Heading out of the content of Blackreach, I started reading about the flora of Skyrim, many of which are about a more hardy, carbohydrate like plants, and plants used for Alchemy, as well as farm produce like leeks, carrots, also saying a few apples, which I'm probably would believe are imported by Skyrim's conditions but who knows. A large portion of the article I was reading talks about the Ninroot and the Crimson Ninroot.
Here we go, the creatures of Skyrim, with a variety of animals lived in Skyrim throughout the lands. From domesticated animals to animals living in the wild, there was a huge variety in the creatures. Those that are domesticated by the Nords are Dogs, Horses, Chickens, Cows and Goats. The horses of Skyrim were hardy and strong, and made up for endurance what they lacked in speed. Horses and horse-drawn carriages were commonly used as methods of transportation. Both were capable of tackling on the harsh terrain and climate with ease.
Good to know, would probably get a horse, though, I don't really ride one, unless I've been in Montana, and I haven't been there in years. Great another obstacle that I'm probably going to get around of.
The more wild fauna around Skyrim are a large variety, and more seemly hostile. These creatures are wolves, bears, sabre cats, trolls, chaurus, and giants and... Spiders. With even more exotic wildlife like the ice wraiths, spriggans, shades, death hounds, wisps, hagravens, draugr, and daedra. Then we have the dwarven automatons, the Falmer, werewolves, vampires, skeletons with necromancy, and finally later, dragons.
I don't know what the exact year or era is, and always reminds myself due to the fact that I could be during the time of the Oblivion Crisis, the Great War, and the advent of Dovahkiin. Hell, I could be during the time of the Second Akaviri Invasion, which would be an even bigger issue, especially it'll being more dangerous to be travelling around.
With that, I'll have to be leaving here very soon, and still find some form of civilization. My thoughts were interrupted again by the family squeezing and turning in my gut and as my eyes widen, I bolted out the door and headed towards the tree line. This is going to be a long and agonizing adventure...
After treating my discomforted stomach and gut, I started heading back to the cabin, yet the slight noise coming from inside causes my approach to freeze, listening in on the noise intently. From the direction, it was coming from inside, and the door was open when I bolted out of it. My arrows and other belongings both gained and originally owned are all inside. One foot in front of the other, carefully, quietly, I approached the door. Peeking through the crack in the door, I see two figures inside, looking through the number of bags, drawers and barrels that are in there.
Looking at the two, besides all the fur they're wearing, they look human, and tall, so probably Nords. They're wearing furs from the looks of it, no leather, no armor, nothing looks like a vampire outfit or probably a reachmen, are they bandits? My body tense, I've already been here for a few days, already fought against a troll and a necromancer, these people, scavengers, thieves, friends of the necromancer, I don't care who they are. All I know is that they are a threat right here, right now.
I find a sword on one's hip, and what appears to be a bow and quiver on another's back, he could probably be wearing a dagger on his person somewhere or could be stupid enough not to be carrying anything. The room in the cabin is quite small, so he could be a bigger threat, I'll strike him first then, try and take down his friend. I know there's a wood axe not far from here, it's not the best thing to defend one's self but it'll do.
Going around the house, and finding the wood axe buried in a trunk, I heaved it out and walk around to the front door once again. My eyes widen, seeing the two intruders talking to each other, perfectly lined up, on in front of the other, the closest has his back to me. The perfect moment, my body tensed, ready to attack. The door swings open, feet sprinting towards the intruders, the axe drops in my hand a few feet away and the one facing me finally notices, his eyes widen, his friend starting to turn around.
I jumped, one foot in the air, the second joining it, perfectly aligned, legs winding up, I was perfectly parallel to the ground, finally seeing the second man's eyes widen as everything unfold. My body already out of its highest point and beginning to fall, an indicator releasing the trigger, my feet unwind like a spring, both feet hits the man in the chest, literally being flown off his feet. His body hits his partner also throwing him off his feet.
I hit the ground first, not long before I hear crashing of some sort, my body already rolling off the ground and I pulled myself up running back towards the wood axe. My bends and stretched to grab the weapon, and I swing the axe over my body. It ricocheted off a surface, the sound of metal clings throughout the cabin. My eyes focusing on the bearded man with a horned helmet. He swings his sword down and I swing to the side getting out of his way, kicking his knee and seeing it buckle.
He goes down and I swing my axe over my head.
"DA! DA! NAH JAOH KREZ!" My eyes widen at the yelling. What the hell was that?
The axe missed its swing as the man on the floor rolls to the side.
My eyes focus on the man who had his bow trained on me, his friend not far from him.
"De'jah, koo va trae!" the man had his sword trained at me, and was slowly getting up. My eyes scanning them from side to side. Shit… shit-shit-shit! What the hell was I thinking! I could always rush the first man and probably get around him for his friend to finish him off.
"Okrah, dev?" the man with the bow asked. What the hell are they saying?
"Docra, ja'ro dee?" the man widens his hands, probably talking about the cabin. You have to be kidding, not only am I in a foreign land, but I'm also in a place where they speak a different language. I vaguely remember the necromancer mumbling to himself, I kept my mouth shut, the wood axe ready in my hand. A sudden sound makes my eyes widen, and before I could even turn around, there was a sudden pain struck my head, my head roars in pain, the room spins for a moment and suddenly everything is black.
Son of a bitch!
I smell something strangely familiar… crisp, smoky… my eyes widen and a familiar pain strikes the back of my head. My body cringes at the pain and I look up, seeing two other men hands bound, in a carriage. I… don't understand what was going on, but I do hear yet another familiar sound, looking back, my eyes widen, seeing in the distance, a bright flame in the middle of the woods. Looking around, I see other men, in fur armor and equipment. Many are blue; some are just fur or winter coats, possibly to keep themselves warm.
Behind the carriage was a horse, and with the horse was a familiar bag.
My bag… well there's some good news
As for what's going on, not too sure, my hands are bound; I'm in a carriage and being hauled away for no apparent reason… besides attacking some bandits. But these guards, the only people that I know to wear blue could possibly be the stormcloaks, or probably the guards from Windhelm and Eastmarch. Were they trying to take out a bounty?
This is possibly good news; I'm not in the face of death… yet. But things could spiral out of control very fast, and early aching moments before showed that the natives here speak a different language.
Fuck my life…
I could possibly sneak my way out of my predicament, just hope they treat foreigners with dignity, though the Nords have always had a xenophobia problem, no matter what era…
…
I think my chances of getting out of this are going to be even slimmer, though I do find it odd that they kept me alive, for some strange reason.
But still to think, my little cabin in the woods would quickly go up in flames, even though I use to belong to a necromancer of all things, but it was the only civilization I found ever since I woke up to this horrible nightmare.
My senses alert me to the man to the side, showing a man in familiar garbs, red and brown, with chainmail. If they are Legionaries, the wonders of the Stormcloaks taking them prisoners kinda stumps me, as the thought of the Stormcloaks taking prisoners (again if they are Stormcloaks) was even considered. Actually listening to the man, it looks like he's actually speaking to me, of course in the strange tongue that I have absolutely no knowledge of.
I shake my head at the man, "I have no idea what you are saying…" I finally said, finally saying something since I first got here, I actually do need to speak to somebody somehow, before I start talking to myself and do go mad, then I'll be no better than the necromancers and bandits and scum around here.
Madness is a strange friend and form of company…
Though the look on his face shows that I'm clearly a foreigner. The raised eyebrows, the wide eyes, the slight 'oh' mouth beneath the scraggly dark beard. "What, never seen a foreigner before?" I asked. The man shook his head as if he was hearing straight, I only sighed. Truly this has to be a nightmare.
Day draws into night, and my only form of entertainment was the setting of the sun, and the stars coming out. I probably did look strange to my buddy across the cart but we can't really communicate. Though we have tried making some form of communication, mostly charades that ended up with both of us laughing our asses off. Mostly sexual gestures and funny whistles and noises got the man and I laughing... only to be abruptly interrupted by our captures.
It did actually was good company with this stranger, probably because we're both brothers in chains at the moment. Though my eyes haven't really left my bag, still idly behind us, but other than that, my mind had to be kept entertained, I'll blame the infamous 'zero-attention span,' but looking around the mountainous landscape and the sunset, and lastly the stars, and our cart soon made for a stop, probably stopping for the night and continue on its tract tomorrow.
Of course, we were to stay on the wagon, our guards took shifts, but tried keeping us awake during the night, if we fell asleep, they'll whack us first with their gauntlets, then will escalate to using the hilt of their swords. Probably didn't want us to sneak into the night and probably be sleeping through tomorrow on our way to our unknown destination.
By morning, I've all but fell asleep, and found myself abruptly woken up by the sounds of yelling, screaming and war-cries. The seen before me was up in a distance, a bunch of men in red chainmail ambushed the company. Men were flying, swords and other weapons were clashing, but the fighting was short, men were cut down, and I couldn't help but keep my eyes away, there isn't really anywhere to look away but the wooden floor of the cart.
There was… so much blood.
We were suddenly taken from the cart, swords were drawn, my fellow prisoner and I were held behind two men, and their swords were held against our necks. A part of me was freaking out, was a human shield, a hostage, the man behind me was yelling, probably making demands. His swords cutting deeper into my neck as the men in red chainmail were steadily getting close. My eyes steadily looked over at my fellow prisoner, and unlike me… he was calm, and by the looks of it, probably ready for death. The best words that I could think of were… depressing. That I'm going to die like this.
In a blur, a flicker, I heard something flying in the air, and two solid thuds. The grip on me loosen, and with a sudden opportunity I threw my arm under my chin, a sharp and cold pain gripped my for a moment but I didn't stop, my free arm elbows my hostage and I'm free. Turning around, I see the man get shot with yet another arrow, through the neck this time. My arm flies, and connects to gasping man's face.
Before I knew it, he was on the floor, still hearing him choking on his own blood, and after a fitful struggle, goes limp. My body was stock still, staring at the entire moment, feeling the blood leave my face. That was until I felt somebody kick my knee, my arms put behind me in a painful hold. There was again, more yelling, and suddenly everyone was quiet, and on the floor, I look up to see my fellow prisoner, with blood across his face and chainmail, I'm probably not looking so well either.
And as soon as the battle was over, we were dragged- or rather I was dragged away from the carts and taken to a gathering of sorts. I couldn't understand what was going on, the man in the middle of the gathering looks to be the leader of this small skirmish, by the looks of the heavier chainmail and the steel gauntlets, boots and helmet, she's wearing. A bit of a tannish face, but overall, had the look a rock if you ask me.
She started speaking, in a no-nonsense authoritative tone that as usual I couldn't understand. And from the looks of it, the man beside me started talking as well, probably giving his report. Though the hand gesture to us was probably talking about us prisoners.
She soon started talking to my fellow prisoner- or use to be prisoner. Giving his report, probably talking about how he was captured, and his time as a captive, and probably giving the story about me. It wasn't long before she was looking at me, and had such eyes that looked as if scanning my entire soul. Speaking a few words, I could obviously couldn't understand. Probably seeing if I don't speak the language at all, given the way the man was speaking earlier, probably talking about our earlier conversation with each other yesterday.
"I'm uh… sorry, but I can't understand you." I replied.
Some of the men backed up, looking at me as if I just performed sorcery or something. The look on the woman grew into something nastier, as if disgusted or something. She started barking a few orders and I was suddenly felt a blinding pain in the back of my head, hearing yelling of some sort, distorted, faint, what seems to be a struggle of some sort.
I couldn't tell as consciousness suddenly left me.
The sleep would've been nice if I didn't have such an aching migraine, that and possibly a nice bed… What in the world did I ever do to her or anyone for that matter? Waking up, I found myself yet again, bound, seeing what appear to be two men in rags, a man in blue chainmail and a man bound and gagged in heavy furs.
If it wasn't for the headache, I would swear I recognize this familiar scene. Oh yeah, it's probably the same one I was in yesterday, only the situation's reverse… well, at least for them. As for my surroundings, I could see what appears to be a stoned structure of some sort, and a lot of men in red chainmail.
A shiver goes down my spine as this place looks eerily familiar. Despite the mud and the smell, the place looks well protected with quite the amount of men around here and the large stone towers at the side of the village, a small gathering of sorts- dirty people in dirty clothing looking at us.
Then something struck me across the face…
Cabbage… they threw cabbage?
Suddenly another food of some sort, only this time a tomato. It splattered all over my face, and didn't hurt as much, only meaning that it was already ripped, though the smell tells me that it was rotten as well.
That and it was a tomato, the most terrible tasting fruit that was ever made…
More food was thrown at us, rotten food, food that was unneeded by the peasants! They were throwing it at us all. As the men in red suddenly gotten to the people and stopped the tomfoolery, we headed deeper into the town, hearing the man in the blue chainmail rabble on, ever since I've woken up. There was already a gathering of sorts and by the looks of it, quite a few amounts of heads already in a small pile. Just when I thought my luck was already bad, I'm being executed by beheading, and I remember my history, some executioners are a little sloppy when beheading people, often chopping at people's necks a few times before the head finally rolls off.
My god… I finally found civilization and they're all savages.
What type of karma experience did I do to deserve this?
We were yanked off the carts stood in line, being called out, by the looks of it, by name. It was then I heard familiar names, Ralof and Ulfric, the rest were gibberish, but those names were as clear as day. Dear god… I'm in the beginning of the last Dragonborn series, the fifth Elder Scrolls, during the beheading, and the advent of Alduin the World Eater. It was then the man next to me started freaking out, he started running past the guards and headed down the road, and after a few yelling from the captain, was struck down by arrows. The horse thief… I remember that scene, it couldn't be, what the fucking chances… are.
And soon the tall man before me started talking, this time to me, another unfamiliar face, but… he could be, "Hadvar?"
The man looked at me and started talking once again; of course, it was Hadvar, the questions to his superior and him, probably on how I knew his name? It's probably not helping my chances in getting out of here, he looks back and nodded, it really was Hadvar, and I was an idiot of knowing and actually guessing his name… a complete stranger. He started speaking a few words, and knowing his position at this point of the story, he probably just wants a name from his list, "Sorry, it's um… Connor," I pointed at myself, "Connor."
The man stared at me for a moment, but then nodded and writing it down on the list. Saying a few things, and then they took me over to the center of the village, I couldn't understand, but they actually did put my name on the list.
I… I… can't believe I just did that… or he did that. Without a second thought…
I was just taken away, simply cut down, for what? Did they think I did necromancy? Is it the foreign language, does it sound like daedric to them? It was then I was shoved in between two people, tripping and falling into the mud, a stronger smell of iron and feces hits my nose. Basically the smell of death and I couldn't help but let out whatever's left in my stomach.
Of course, this is where the small pile of heads and headless corpses are, and the sudden realization of where I am and what's going to happen is putting me on edge. Mix that with the cold air and mud and I can feel myself shivering, my teeth chattering. Some of the people around me are freaking out, others just looking at the bloody stone with final confrontation. The people around me look at me with complete disgust or annoyance, either from the filthy appearance or what I am to them… whatever I am to them.
We were all gathered, waiting for our inevitable death. General Tullius standing in front of Ulfric Stormcloak, and started making his speech, though it didn't last as long as I thought it would, as a familiar roar was heard throughout the village. Yes, I'm terrified now, as unlike these hapless idiots, I know what's coming...
A woman in orange and yellow garbs comes out to the middle of our gathering and starts preaching… well, by memory from the game. It went a bit longer than what I remembered and was predicted to be interrupted by a Stormcloak in blue chainmail. Facing his death, the words of the game surface; "My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?" The beheading didn't happen but a few moments later, but I did hear him speak, probably the same words. The axe was raised above the executioner's head, and from the looks of it, was looking down at the Stormcloak's eyes, and with a nod, he brings down the axe, with a sudden chop, the headless body falls to the ground.
Again, the blood drains from my face, and the feeling to vomit was starting to rise once again. There was some slight shouting, and then there was a roar. And whatever blood was on my face has finally left my face, and as people were looking to the sky, my eyes were steadily at the mountains behind the stone tower.
I look over to the woman beside me and nudge her, she looks at me, the same look of disgust went across her face, but only looks at me with confusion as I pointed to the tower, "Dovah…" she only looked at me with confusion in her eyes. "Dovah!"
The Captain was yelling about something, probably wanting to bring the next prisoner. A nord comes out, the other nord from the cart and was in rags. I'm wondering if this was the Dragonborn, the generic version, as it was said to be a nordic man that was supposed to be dragonborn.
And as predicted, the man in the rags fall, the executioner's axe was raised, Alduin the World Eater fell from the sky to perfect his prophecy, and I possibly just pissed my pants.
A/N: So that's the end of that, I'm opening up the third chapter and hopefully, I'll try and get it down within the week, month if I'm not as lucky. Hope you enjoyed it! Read and Review, Fav and Follow if you like it! Thanks!
