Chapter 2
Day 3
The cold and rocky land lay before me as I looked out from the ruined tower. I must have spent two or three days in those ruins. After I stopped panicing and trying to convince myself this was just a dream, I did what I could to try and survive. I looked around in bags, pots, sleeping cots to try and find things I could use. I was able to find a satchel with a blank journal, some amount of food, a few gold pieces, and a small stream of drinkable water to fill the leather pouch I had originally found. After getting everything together I was able take some time to gather my thoughts. By that I mean cry until I was exhausted then sleep. Yes, a young man of 22 cried himself to sleep. It happens.
It took me another whole day to make sense of the map that those "mages" had lying on a table. After coming to the conclusion that it was Skyrim and that the area they had circled was where I was at. I packed it up and began looking for a way out. They had bared the large doubles doors that I assumed would lead me out. The only other option I could think of was that there must have been a switch or something that would lead to a quick route to the entrance. The game always had something like that. I knew it would be rediculous to think of this world like the game but I had nothing to compare it to and my mind wasn't exactly all there.
After looking for what seemed like hours. I finally saw a small handle switch near a curious looking pattern in the wall. It took me a while to figure out how to pull it out and turn the handle correctly as I couldn't really remember how it had been done but I had managed to pull it off. After a few loud clicks the wall before me moved up and opened to a passageway that I could feel cold air coming through. Luckily for me there had been a spare set of clothes and warm fur boots that had been in a bag. The clothes resembled that of a monk though. Long brown robe with a lightly tanned scarf and hood. But it was the best I had for the moment and I needed to keep warm. I packed away one of the smaller furs in the satchel and made my way down the passageway. A few steps into it however I realized something very important. I was unarmed! If I remembered anything about the world of Tamriel it's that there is always some kind of danger lurking in the shadows.
It took some digging around but I was able to find a decent looking dagger, steel if I could remember from the craftsmanship and the comparison to the game. It was a little short but it would have to do as I didn't have much choice. I also decided to bring along the book that had been on the table with me when I first awoke. Maybe if I read it I might be able to find a way back home.
With everything finally packed up I made my way down the passage. It took some time to find the exit but I knew I was close as large gusts of cold air were coming through a large opening.
It took most of the night for me to make it down the side of the mountain. According to the map, I was just past the border of Skyrim. It was still night and I knew that traveling on the roads at this time would only be asking to be killed and robbed. I found some large rocks close to the mountain and settled in between them. It sheltered me from the wind and I could be able to stay warm until the sun came up. My mind was filled with dark possibilities as I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. I would need all the rest I could get before I attempted to find a village.