I admit, I like the character selection menu. Full racial and appearance customization, and a default haircut. Then again, maybe my hair wouldn't change over time...

As fun as Argonians or Khajiit would be, I wasn't feeling like a furry nor did I want to deal with body parts I was ridiculously unfamiliar with. I wasn't even sure if Argonians laid eggs or not.

Race Change

Breton

Skills added

15 Reputation with High Rock (15/100)

Stats unlocked

Skills

Dragonskin LV. 01

Though named after a Dragon, this spell instead offers you the ability to Absorb the Magicka out of hostile spells, and is unaffected by your Dovahkiin status.

Absorbs 50% Magicka for 60 seconds.

Breton Racial Bonus

Bretons have a knack for magic, though not as powerful a gift as an elf would receive, they start off with 10 levels automatically in every Conjuration Spell, as well as 5 Levels for every Alteration, Illusion, or Restoration Spell. Alchemy is 5% stronger, and due to having mixed blood, you get an additional 5 CHA when interacting with Man, Mer, and Beast races.

Conjure Familiar LV. 10

Conjure a Spectral Familiar, a creature you trust to watch your back, though nothing too outlandish. For most, this is a Dog or Wolf. After all, who's more Familiar than your best friend?

Conjures a Wolf for 60 seconds

or

Conjures a Bear for 60 seconds

Flames LV. 1

A handful of fire that sprays in the general direction you point it at. A bit of a Magicka hog, at least for a newbie Mage like you.

Sprays fire at an average intensity for 14 Magicka per second. (Average intensity, numerically valued, would be about 8 points of damage per second)

Healing LV. 5

Heals you. It's that simple.

Restores 10 Health per second for 10 Magicka per second.

With some minor tweaks to my appearance, I had a finished character, and I hit accept, only to be faced with a Name box.

Name: Konahrik

Whether it was a good name for the world or not, it was definitely hard to say there would be someone using the titled mask until he got to it. Plus, Warlord was a cool name, and probably the best option he could pick for a draconic themed name.

Quest added: You've claimed the name, now can you make it stick? Obtain the Mask of Konahrik, the mysterious Dragon Priest that no information is known about. Sealed in a stone shrine with a peculiar mechanism, can you find out how to obtain it?

I'm totally going to cheat. That mask has to be pretty easy to grab if you aren't in a video game.

I think that's the full set figured out. Resume game.

"A Breton, eh? Hmm. Captain, his name's not on the list."

"Forget the list. He goes to the block."

"I'm sorry. I'll ensure your remains are sent to High Rock." the man said, seeming genuinely remorseful.

I tuned out the rest of the introductory speech that I was oh so familiar with. It was kind of funny, in a way. I wonder why they bothered to try and execute me before Ulfric. Surely they wanted to get it out of the way before more Stormcloaks could come?

Probably the Thalmor. They wanted this dispute to overwhelm the Empire while they fought the religious war, if I recalled correctly.

"Next! The Breton!" the captain shouted.

I walked forward boldly. Seemed that even in this more authentic experience, she didn't bother to learn my name. What a bitch.

I smiled at her, all teeth, and got to my knees in front of the chopping block.

The world erupted into chaos as I heard the Thu'um, just in time to prevent the headsman from attempting to decapitate me.

"Vild Toor Lok" Alduin barked, so fast I could hardly catch it, though dazed by the rippling energies that were slowly turning Helgen into a ruin in moments of his arrival may have helped with the difficulty in understanding the shout.

I stood tall and strong, and jogged towards the keep where the Stormcloaks were quickly gathering.

"Could that really be...? Could the legends be true?"

"Legends don't burn down villages."

"Follow me, Breton. We may be able to leap to the next roof from the top of the tower. There's some collapsed stone in the street, if you didn't see it."

I wordlessly followed him, unflinching when Alduin effortlessly blasted through the stone in front of us to scald the inside of the keep with fire.

Either he underestimated the heat necessary to damage the stone, or he was still reeling from the time travel in some way, because it was sort of a pathetic attack for someone who was supposed to end the world. Even weakened, a Dragon's fire should at least have melted some of the stone.

Ignoring the inconsistencies for now, I waited a moment for Alduin to fly off and leapt over the top floor of the neighboring house.

The smell was pretty bad, smoke, ash, and corpse, but the Gamer's Mind helped him stay on track, and the Gamer's body prevented smoke inhalation being a problem.

Or Bretons were less inclined to die from smoke. It could honestly be whatever. While the theology in my original world was pretty mixed and uncertain, all the religions here agreed on everything, but placed different importance on who did what. Therefore, Shor or Lorkhan or whoever you'd like to call him could have very well made men resistant to death that wasn't direct physical damage. Certainly, no one ever seemed to die of exposure in the games.

I redoubled my focus to find myself in the main keep in Helgen, having followed Ralof inside. While not really concerned with choosing one over the other, due to the lack of genuine choices, it would be ridiculous to side with the guy who, while nice, still agreed that you could be executed for no reason if his Captain ordered it.

Tamriel didn't have the same experience with it as we did, but personal integrity and belief should come over orders, because a good soldier can be a very bad person.

"Let me get those binds. Sorry we couldn't do it earlier, but that dragon..." Ralof said, cutting my hands free.

"It's fine." I replied. my voice was notably deep, having a comparable quality to Ulfric's, to my surprise.

"Maybe we can find some weapons or armor around." Ralof wondered aloud, before noticing his dead friends. "A shame to see them go. That being said, they won't need that armor where they are."

"Enemies incoming." I replied, ignoring the concerning lack of care about taking belongings from the recently dead.

Ralof responded by taking up a massive warhammer, while I decided that I was better off with a free hand and a spell assigned to my right hand.

The imperials pulled the chain and entered, one of which was the captain that ordered him dead.

"Conjure Familiar" I ordered, choosing a bear. The magic flowed like water, so I switched to Flames and melted them too.

Health 100/100

Magicka 23/120

Stamina 98/100

"I admit, Breton. I am not much a fan of magic, but you did good work today. Let's pray it continues that way." Ralof remarked.