"Eeeeeeuuuh..." Pim woke up with a dry mouth. He pushed himself off the surface, it felt like... hay? He rubbed his eyes as he moved himself into a sitting position. He opened his eyes and saw a sawmill in front of him.

"You there! Get off my roof." A voice called out. Pim started to look around. Only after a while he got the idea to look down. He saw a muscular man looking at him, he had long blonde hair and a small beard in the same color. Pim looked below, observing his surroundings. "Why am I on a roof?"

He moved towards the edge of the flat part of the roof, where the slope began. He tried to slide down the slope slowly, but that quickly resulted in losing grip and falling off the roof. He stood up and patted the dust off himself. Pim noticed that he was wearing a leather chestplate, some leather pants and a pair of boots that had wool inside of them. The man who called out earlier walked up to Pim, but before beginning the conversation he scratched his beard really quick.

"What were you doing on my roof?" The man asked. He had a stern face with blue eyes. Pim thought he was about 44 years old.

"Eeeeuh, I don't know how I got there, I don't even know where I am!" Pim replied, sounding a bit confused. Normally when they went through a portal he would end up somewhere in the wood, or in a tree, but he never woke up on a roof before. He looked around a bit. There was a small gate, a sawmill, a smithing thingy behind him... and some chickens running around.

"You're in Riverwood, and you have no idea how you got on my roof?" The man asked. He sounded like he didn't trust me one bit.

Riverwood, why does that name sound so familiar...

"Well, I don't know what I'm doing here anyways, I might as well get out of here." Pim said and patted the man on his shoulder. "See you around!"

Pim walked out of the little settlement and saw a sword sticking in a treestump. He looked around, he was alone. Who would leave behind a sword like that.

Pim walked up to it and grabbed it. He hesitated a bit but took it anyways, now he just needed to get away from that treestump as fast as possible. He followed a path for a bit and crossed a bridge. Suddenly he heard a growl. Pim slowly turned around to saw a wolf charging at him.

"Oh shit, AAAAAAAAH" He screamed as he ran away. He kept running and looked back at a point to find the wolf still chasing him.

Damn! Ok, I need to do this! Screw you nature!

Pim closed his eyes and turned around, swinging 'his' new sword with his might. He opened his eyes to see the wolf on his side with a pool of blood next to him. The sword's edge painted with it's blood. He looked over the wolf and saw a big cut in its back, leading down to the belly. The cadaver was lying on the middle of the road... motionless and still bleeding.

Ye Gods! I'm sorta glad that I did that... Now I'm not food. I still better move it, or maybe some other wolves will...*gulp* eat the cadaver.

He continued walking down the road until something caught his eye. He saw a windmill in the distance. Maybe there's a city nearby! From all this excitement he ran down the road. He saw a city on top of a hill, surrounded by farms on the flat land around it. He saw a group of...people that looked like giant walking cats. He went up to them. "Hi there, mind if I join?"

One of the cats turned around. "A high elf that doesn't insult us... Sure, come join us."

High Elf? Ok, this is becoming weirder and weirder. I need to find a mirror soon.

Pim joined the group and sat down at a fireplace. It was almost sundown. The group gladly shared some of their food, like bread, cheese and a bottle of ale. Pim kinda wanted to get into the city before the moon was high up. So he told the group that he needed to go but that they were great... eeuhh, cat-people. Many paws were shaken and he even received a hug from the last one. I did feel something move... but that probably Pim being weird again. Time to walk up to the gate!

Pim walked up to the gate and saw two guards guarding possibly the only way into the city. "Hi there!"

"Halt! We need to check if you don't have anything illegal with you." One of the guard called out as he walked towards Pim.

"Sure, check me, I don't have anything but my armour and sword."

The guard began checking my armour... "Aha! What do we have here?" The guard walked back with a purple bottle in his hand.

"Eeuh, what's that?" Pim asked the guard with a very nervous voice. Slowly beads of sweat started appearing on his forehead.

"Don't act like you don't know what this is, dumb elf. You know what this is as well as I do!"

"I seriously don't know what that is!"

"Why don't you spend some time in the dungeons. That'll teach you not to bring skooma here."

"What the fuck is skoo-" Pim was cut off by a bag being pulled over his head.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Pim yelled and tried to get out of the guard's hold.

Pim heard something being yelled... Something among the lines of, "Knock him out!"

The next thing Pim felt was a blunt object against his forehead. Then everything became black.

"Bleh." Viktor said in a very tired way. And noticed that he was lying down. In an alley, wearing slightly tattered clothes and slightly longer hair than he had before. It about reached his eyes. He looked at it and from his angle it was black, he also dragged his hands around his head to check for anything new. The only different thing was slightly longer ears and dark skin. He walked out from the alley and saw that the sun was setting and also saw some few people around the town. There was several houses, looking pretty normal, and some stands. He walked up to a person in a stand and asked. ''Excuse me, but where am I?''

''Yer in Whiterun!'' The man said with an accent that Viktor could not make out.

''Whiterun ey? What year is it?'' Viktor asked the man.

''It's the fourth era!'' The man said with a strong ''marking'' on the r's.

''Whiterun... Fourth era. Are we in Skyrim?'' Viktor asked after thinking for a while.

''Yer right about that!'' The man answered.

''Okay, thanks.'' Viktor said, he had also taken a loaf of bread when nobody saw him. He walked around and eventually saw a man who asked.

''Got any change, mister?'' The man asked.

''No... But I do have this bread that you can have.'' Viktor answered and gave the man the bread.

''Thank you!'' The man exclaimed and starting eating the bread and wasn't really saving any.

''No problem.'' Viktor said and walked away and was walking away from everything when he heard the man in the market stall's voice.

''There he is!'' He shouted and pointed to Viktor.

''Mother of... FFFFF.'' Viktor said and started running away from guards who had started chasing him. He headed for outside of the city walls and away but when he well reached the gate there was several guards standing there blocking the way out. Viktor smiled and shouted: ''LEROOOOOOY JEEEENKIIIIIIINS!'' Then he ran even faster than before and right before he was about to run into the guards he jumped as high as he could. It was high enough for him to put a boot to the face to one of the guards, but of course that made him fall face first into the dirt.

''Ow.'' Viktor said before getting bombarded with guards holding him down. ''That was pretty fun'' Viktor thought before he was knocked out by one of the guards.

Tiffany sat up, and looked around. She groaned, her back hurt and she felt weak. She felt as if she were slowly sliding off something...

"Oh! What the fu-" Tiffany yelled before hitting the ground. She rubbed the back of her head and looked up to see a crowd. It looked like a market. She got up, inspecting the place. She tapped on a guard's shoulder. "Uh, may I ask, where we are?"

"Whiterun." The guard said and walked away. Tiffany facepalmed and groaned. She realized where she was. In Skyrim. She walked throughout town, watching people work. She looked over and saw someone hooded, being dragged towards the palace. She ran towards the guards.

"Uh, who's in the bag?" Tiffany asked, curiously. The guard pointed a sword at her.

"Move along citizen. Nothing to see here." The guard yelled. Tiffany was annoyed by this.

"I asked, who is in the bag?"

"And I said, move along citizen. Nothing to see here." Tiffany took one last look at the person that was hooded before she walked away. As she walked through the town, somebody that had a mask and a dagger jumped out. He attempted to swing the dagger at her but she swiftly jumped over his dagger, put a hand on his head and pushed him to the ground in one smooth motion. The thief hit his head against the ground and fell unconscious.

Before anyone could look, she quickly took the dagger and any coins he had, which was about 120 coins. She stuck the dagger up her sleeve and went to find a guard to take care of the thief.