Chapter 1: Uncanny Beginnings…

Edits: Discord name change.

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Dreams…

What exactly is a dream?

I came up with a definitive term of a dream where one would usually have a 'hallucination' of a seemingly virtual life, or an alteration of their own during these 'hallucinations' in the person in question's sleep with some of these hallucinations being more vivid then others. For whatever reason that may be, it seems that I am also reliving one of these 'Dreams' once again. Countless of those have come and pass during my life, and I can barely remember them all, nor can I recall what they were about. Some good, some bad, some that would leave others speechless in how amazing or horrifying they were… And the questionable?

…Let's just say, that some stories are better off left unspoken, and be taken to the grave…

But what does any of this have to do with why I am talking about dreams right now?

Well, there are 2 vaguely familiar people, and I can take a wild bet on one of them being one of the most unpredictable entities in the realm of Oblivion.

But to say 'where I am'… I am in a misty, foggy, area that is hard to make out anything beyond the dense forest-like area. the only other notable thing that I can see is a table that the 2 entities were seated at. The table was filled with food of various types of soup, meats, treats, but most notably, there is a large wheel of cheese at the center of the table.

"He-he. But wait! It gets even BETTER! After the guy single-handedly slew the small army of monsters, an even bigger monster, three time the size of the other monsters bursts through the doors of the colosseum in a raging flame as he fires off fireballs in all directions at the crowd! But this monster is no ordinary monster. No not in the slightest! This monster has a lower body of a horse, the upper body of a starved, yet furry and muscular man, and a head of a lion with the ability to wield weapons like a master and shoot fireballs out of his mouth! AND THE BASTARD HAD THE FUCKING BALLS TO GIVE THE BEAST THE NICKNAME TINY! HA-HA-HA-HA!" One entity spoke of a ridiculous story.

"HA-HA-HA! I would have LOVED to have the chance meet him! If only I could give him one of my blessings." The other entity responded while repeatedly slamming his hand against the table that they were sitting at, making the food on the table jump and fall as the food landed perfectly on the table.

Well, it seems that I am facing a questionable scenario. The person who is telling the story, looks exactly like me. He is wearing a flashy outfit that consisted of high quality black and white furs and clothes that are fit for a warrior emperor, one black leather shoulder armor with a white decoration symbol of a Comedy and Drama masks in contrast to the dark color. He is having a pleasant conversation with the Daedric Prince of Madness, Sheogorath himself, who is dressed in his usual purple and orange attire… And for some reason, I am also witnessing this conversation as the third person in this room…Or realm… And I am wearing a strange outfit in compliment to the others in the room, albeit in a black and white tuxedo with a red rose in my right shirt-pocket.

Many questions were going through my mind as I try to make sense of what the hell is happening. But what I know for sure is that judging from the conversation, is that it must have been a tortured soul that was going through a test from Sheogorath for some uncanny reason.

"You know what my friend? You are alright in my books, and I have plenty of books! Books about songs and saints, books about love and hate, books about cheese and torture, but my personal favorite, books about entertainment!" Sheogorath complimented my look-a-like.

"As do you my friend. But back to the real reason I am here. I have a couple of requests for you. Could you take this one I brought with me into your universe and possibly make me a temporary Daedric prince to alter the planes of existence a bit?" The look-a-like said casually as the prince of insanity glanced at me with a grin forming.

A shiver went up my spine at the thought of any cruel and unusual torture that the prince could bestow upon me. Is this really a dream?

"Maaaaaybe, what is in it for me? And correct me if I am wrong, but I believe that you might have even more power than even I. Why in Oblivion, would you need permission to be a Daedric Prince. From a person like me no less, when you have possibly more power than I could ever hope to have! And to ask the biggest question to address the mammoth in the room, why would you need my help?" Sheogorath spoke in a bit of confusion.

The Look-a-like grinned with an eerie smile as he then began to piece out his plans.

"I plan to change a bit about a specific place, an alternate world or universe if you will. Everything would be almost instantaneous, and even almost unnoticeable to even those that watch over the world closely. I have a list that we will carry out in a few months' time. I prefer to remain anonymous for now, but for these rapid changes, should anyone find out about them, especially the other Aedra and Daedra gods. Not that they could do anything against me, but I would like for you to take the metaphorical arrow for me when the others find out about the changes. I want to create entertainment for mortals and gods alike, not just cause chaos for no reason. YOU in return, will see MANY entertaining events play out before you from this one here. And you have my promise, he is almost as entertaining as the guy from the story. You could say that he is my… 'Champion', so to speak." The look-a-like explained with the Daedric Prince of madness becoming more enthralled by the subject as he had gestured to me.

"Wait a minute, WAIT A MINUTE! What the hell do you mean about that?! Why do you speak of selling me off like I am some damn toy!" I shouted, voicing my opinion as I gained their attention.

"Ah, you finally regained consciousness. How was your awakening?" The look-a-like being spoke to me without skipping a beat.

"Oh, you know, flowers and petals falling from the sky, while I am relaxing by the warm campfire next to the love of my life-WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK?! I am not some fucking entertainment for you to give out like I am a-" I burst out as I continued to rant to the 2 god like beings unaware of my own endangerment.

"…You know what? I like him…Tell you what. You let me mess with him from time to time, and I'll spread word of your name among the Daedra when the time is right for you to gain your powers. I will even let you have a temporary spot in my realm and will help you with that 'thing' you need help with." Sheogorath had whispered to the look-a-like while I continued ranting.

"Thanks, if you ever need me for… 'entertainment' purposes, just ask. If you want, I'll even finish that story you are invested in. It's just gotten started. I'll even tell you a story where he is a meek person that has a huge stuttering problem, who takes the roll of one of 4 heroes destined to save the world from this event called the waves of catastrophe, with nothing but a shield and his allies to rely on, and he also has a weird obsession with masks-" The look-a-like whispered back.

"DEAL!" Sheogorath shouted interrupting my train of rants as the 2 entities shook hands.

There was a flash of light that blinded me from the handshake, and I blacked out.


Soon after I woke up from a bed to my surprise. The look-a-like was there to greet me, But he had a more demonic appearance of a Daedra. He had darker eyes and gray skin, 6 or 8 twisting horns that formed into a crown, same as the Jagged Crown of the High King of Skyrim, but slightly more sinister. Same Warrior-Emperor clothing, but he still was in resemblance to what he looked like even after the changes.

'Huh… so that is what I would look like if I were a Daedra…' I thought to myself.

"Good morning!" The look-a-like smiled happily as he then snapped his fingers to open a portal that seemed to have led to the sky far above the ground above the woods.

Without any warnings, he reached out and grabbed my shirt, lifting me out of the bed, bringing me closer to himself.

"You may refer to me as Quin, The Daedric Prince of Entertainment and Comedy." The 'new', Daedric Prince said, then threw me into the portal. "Good-bye!" He waved as the portal closed as I fell to my death.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The last thing I saw, was me falling through trees as I broke through branches after branches and landed on something 'soft'. I think felt that my body was in pain... Wait, I was in definite pain, but the last thing before I blacked out again, was a black-haired girl below me and a group of people in brown armor closing in at me as I blacked out again…


I try to open my eyes to see that I am lying down on a bench like seat of a wooden cart transport that is drawn by a horse. The surroundings are of which there are green forest with the brisk feeling of Winter that is just around the corner. There was small talk of other people in the surrounding area. I can also hear the animals of the surrounding were trying to be elusive, hiding and running from human activity.

I look down to see that I still had my 'original' clothes. A white T-shirt and blue pants with a belt combo…and my hands were also bound by old looking rope.

I took notice that there were 4 other people who were in the same cart as me who are all tied up. One who was riding beside me was dressed in brown tatters of clothing, of a light-brownish skin, and brown hair. The one across form him was looking of a noble if the fancy clothing meant anything about his appearance. He had a dirty blond hair, and more mysteriously, with a piece of cloth over his mouth. The guy besides him was dressed in blue like uniform, who also had a dirty blond hair as the guy who had his mouth covered for some reason. There was also a female character who doesn't look familiar, yet there is something of a strange feeling about her that mystified her presence. She had around shoulder length black hair, a somewhat rough, but a refined beauty facial feature of a young woman around her late teens or early twenties. She also had some adventuring clothing, consisting of a bit of light leather armor without the helmet.

My head was in a bit of pain, as it tried starting up again.

I sat up straight to get a better view of my surroundings to see that there were more carts like the one I am riding in with the drivers being in a brown leather uniform… But there is an odd sense of familiarity with these people… like I should know them… Were they my friends? No, I don't really socialize with other people unless it was required of me, and I would definitely know if I had a rich looking friend… but who are they, really?

But a better question is, where am I? I took another look at the person who is across me, who still looked absent minded.

While I did ponder on where my 'dreams' have led me, the more I looked at the surroundings, the more I think I came familiar with.

Wait… didn't I play a game that had this opening before? Was it something about becoming a legendary ancient hero to stop the end of the world from happening? No that sounds too generic, and hard to pinpoint because of the VAST amount of RPG fantasy games I've played… let's think, was there a game that was about assassinations? No that was Assassin's creed… Maybe that one game with the 4 heroes with the legendary weapons…no… that is an anime… what else is there?

Something about slaying… drag-… Oh…Oh no…

I instantly knew where we are… and by the nine… I did not want to be here of all places… memories had come rushing back about this place, memories of the events about to unfold, and who were with me.

I was in fucking Skyrim…

The nameless people who I recognized before as strangers, now had names, one of which had a big significance and impact on all of our gaming lives…

The man in rags next to me was the "The horse thief, Lokir of Rorikstead". He had stolen a horse from the nearby camp of the ambush and had got caught in the crossfire.

The girl was… still unknown to me, but she did take notice of me awakening. And by the looks of it, she seemed to be a bit mad if the narrowing of her eyes and silent scowling meant anything to me.

The man who had the cloth over his mouth, the Nord who was not only a Jarl of a fortress like city but was also a rising competitor of the position of High King, or the ruler of Skyrim. The same man who killed the recent High King in 'fair' combat through 'The Way of the Voice', as well had a thing against the Thalmor Elves. The Thalmor are basically the asshole high elves who ban the worship of Talos for some fucking reason for being, well… a 'human' god. That action alone helped the cause of the war in Skyrim, but the ban of Talos isn't really important. The racist asshole before me, was the main reason why Skyrim is in a civil war against the Empire, and the Thalmor. That man, Ulfric Stormcloak, who is the Jarl of Windhelm and leader of the Stormcloak Rebellion…

…Had absolutely no importance what-so-ever, but it was the man who was sitting next to him… the Nord who has help begun it all, The one, and only…

Ralof of Riverwood.

"No…" I whispered.

This caught the attention of Ralof, who looked more attentive to me, as did the other three. He was about to re-enact that once so famous meme on the internet…

"Hey, you! You are finally awake!" Ralof spoke up.

Those words… they are the first step on to all of our adventures to become… Dovahkiin, or for those who don't speak the dragon tongue.

Dragonborn

"No!" I slightly spoke up.

"You were trying to pass the borders into Skyrim, right? Right into that Imperial ambush. It was the same as us, the lass, and that thief over there! But from what I heard from the rumors that you also fell from the sky, what happened?" He gestured to Lokir guy beside me, but I wasn't paying attention as I was about to have a mental breakdown.

Out of all games I had to dream about, why did it have to be the most infamous game with the one of the most 'fetch' quests?!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I stood up to scream to the skies themselves as my scream echoed through the area as the whole land of Skyrim, the planes of Oblivion, and even the Divines heard this mighty scream.

"Halt your advances! You, Prisoner! Cease your shouting and sit back down, this instant!" One of the captains of the legion shouted at me while the other imperials drew their weapons. One of the Imperials had even shot an arrow that flew past my head.

I stopped immediately to the sound of wind zipping past my head as I heard a 'Thunk' as I slowly looked around behind be to see that the arrow was still shaking from the impalement. I then saw that all eyes were on me. Bows were drawn, and the look that the Imperials had all promised a quick death. The people in the cart looked like they were shaking their heads out of shock from the scream unleashed.

At this point, I was feeling a bit of fear. Not in any of my dreams have ever been this vivid before, and I think it is best if I had stayed quiet.

"…Uh… o-ok…" I said unsurely as I sat back down. Many were shocked or confused by the outcome of what just happened, but everyone had resumed their previous actions.

The ride continued and Ralof began to speak again.

"By the gods… That is a powerful voice you have lad, though I don't think I was prepared to hear something of that caliber. It is almost as loud as the graybeard's themselves." Ralof praised as I just sat in silence as Ralof continued to talk and the horses kept pulling the cart.

What the hell just happened!? I know that in dreams everything isn't supposed to be expected, but logically speaking, even if I screamed at the top of my lungs, there shouldn't really be much reaction even if I did continue to scream. Something isn't right, and I am afraid of the answer being right. But if that is the case, then why me of all people? And where did Sheograth and the look-a-like go!?

"Lad? Lad. Lad!" Ralof was trying to get my attention as I was pulled from my thoughts.

"Huh?" I replied, getting my mind adjusted to the new information and possible reality that I am going to try to accept and adjust to.

"I said, who are you lad?" Ralof said.

"I…" I was still shaking up from the impending thoughts and the near-death experience.

"I… (sigh) sorry, my name is Isaiah, what happened before I… um… woke up?" I faked a smile. A slight frown formed on Ralof's face. I also saw out of the corner of my eye that the girl had a look of suspicion.

"Well… during our capturing, I've heard you just appeared out of nowhere, came out of the sky, and into the aftermath of the ambush. You looked like you were in bad shape. You were immediately healed and captured with no resistance along with the lass over here who you fell on." Ralof answered.

So everyone is just as lost as I am to my arrival… I was about to answer no to Ralof's question, but I was interrupted by the said 'lass' across from me.

"A damn oaf is what he is, couldn't you have landed anywhere else BESIDES on me?" The 'Lass' coldly spoke about me.

Just then, any good 'feelings' that I had for her were greatly diminished.

'Hey, fuck you too! But what control do I have when I was grabbed out of nowhere and hurled into the world that I thought was fantasy fiction by a new Daedric Prince of all things?!' I glared angrily and thought as I felt my rage rise.

Normally, I would say what was on my head, but I knew better then to react to others verbal attacks. After all, hate breeds hate.

I took a deep breath, and I sat back in my seat as I closed my eyes to a meditative mindset. And in an instant, the anger was gone…

"Hey, you deaf or something?!" The girl tried to egg me on.

I might be a bit quick to anger, but that doesn't mean that I won't react with something witty.

"Yes actually, keep shouting, I'm sure that I might hear you within the next hour eventually." I joked as I chuckled at the joke with Ralof and a few other Stormcloaks and Imperials heard.

I took a glance at her, and a slight blush of embarrassment had briefly shown on her face, which then formed to rage. She had immediately kicked my unguarded shin and boy did it fucking hurt.

"FFFFFFFUCK!" I buckled in pain as I sucked in the air through my gritted teeth.

"That will teach you to mess with a Nord woman!" The Girl taunted.

"I'll get you back eventually…" I grunted through the pain.

"Hah... to be young and innocent again… Aye Ulfric?" Ralof sighed as Ulfric grunted in seemingly agreement.

"If by Innocent, you mean this,violentcreature," I glared at the Nord female. "Then I think you need a new perception of the word again." To which the girl had gave it a few thoughts as she then had another angry look on her face, but to my shin's gratefulness, she just huffed and turned away… Heh.

"Damn you Stormcloaks, Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they haven't been looking for you, then I could have stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfell. You two! You, me, her. We shouldn't even be here. Its these Stormcloaks that the empire wants." The thief tried to persuade us to his 'innocence'.

'Yeah, sure buddy...' I mentally taunted.

"We are all brothers and sisters in binds now thief." Ralof spoke with a friendly voice.

"Shut up back there!" The Imperial driver yelled out.

Huh… it seems that everything is going according to the game, aside from the 'interruption' I had caused, it seems that everything goes to the game script. Well, even if this is a really vivid dream, it seems that there is little to no change to the plot. I mean, even if I die in the end, I will just wake up…

…Right?

"Hey what is wrong with him?" Lokir gestured to the bounded and gagged Jarl.

"Watch your tongue! You are speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true Highking!"

"Wait, Ulfric Stormcloak? You are the leader of the rebellion! But if they captured you… Oh gods… where are they taking us?" Lokir began to panic.

"I don't know where we are going, but Sovngarde awaits." Ralof somberly.

"We are going to Helgen." I spoke out, my eyes still close in another meditation session while the horse thief was starting to mentally panic.

"I take it that you have been there before lad? Is Helgen your home by any chance?" Ralof asked me.

"No. You could say that this is my first time to Skyrim." I spoke half truthfully.

"I see… well, I'm sorry your first visit to Skyrim wasn't very… pleasant." Ralof apologized to me.

"It's fine, not that it matters much later." I plainly spoke.

I can see the sorrowful look in his eyes knowing that the Imperials are 'most likely' going to send me to death. He turned to Lokir.

"Hey, what town are you from horse thief?" Ralof spoke to the Nord thief.

"Why do you care?!" Lokir raised his voice.

"A Nord's last thoughts… should be of home." Ralof continued.

"…Rorikstead… I'm from Rorikstead." Lokir finally spoke.

"Riverwood…" Ralof solemnly spoke.

"Whiterun…" The Female Nord spoke.

Ulfric mumbled, but it was clear that he wanted to say Windhelm.

All eyes were on me as the silence grew.

"(Sigh…) While I may not a Nord, a Breton, nor Imperial… but my home state is Texas…" I sighed.

I can see Helgen off in the distance, and we are steadily getting closer and closer to the gates of Helgen.

Lokir is pleading to the divines to help him in his time of need. I pity the confused man. First, he steals a horse, committing a crime in the process, then he pleads for innocence the moment he is captured? He should really have thought about what he was doing when he was about to steal the horse.

As we pass through the gates, we saw a group of people, that looked to be a high-ranking officer. I assumed him to be the General.

"Look at him, General Tullius the military governor! And it looks like the Thalmor are with him. Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this." Ralof spat out cursing the High Elves.

I honestly don't blame him for hating the Thalmor. In the game of Skyrim, they have caused so many problems for the players, killed innocent people for believing in a God they don't like, and even one of the Thalmor tried to blow up the collage of Winterhold because of their lust of power.

Now, I don't believe that ALL of the Thalmor are bad, but I do believe that most of them should be killed off because of how corrupted that organization was displayed in Skyrim in their pursuit of religious matters. In all honesty, I think they were jealous that the Nords got a god, and they didn't. Bunch of petty bastards…

"Helgen… I used to be sweet on a girl from here… I wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with Juniper berries mixed in." Ralof wondered in his past.

A thought had come to mind.

"Tell you what Ralof. If I get the chance, I'll get you a few of them bottles. How does that sound as an apology from the loud shouting from before?" I offered the Nord.

I immediately received funny looks from the people in the cart. Even the driver looked back for a moment before.

"That honestly sounds like a dream come true… though… I don't think you can keep that promise… Though I appreciate the thought of a final drink." Ralof gave me a warm smile.

The others had either gave me the look of disbelief (the girl) or a questioning look (Ulfric, Lokir, and the driver). I ignored them in favor of having a warm smile looking towards me, as I returned it with my own.

I can see the execution grounds with the headsmen waiting and the priest willing to give us our final rites. With the bitchy second captain waiting there too. I always hated her attitude when she sends us to our death without a fair trial.

Fucking bitch…

"Why are we stopping?" Lokir said worriedly as the cart had come to a complete stop.

"Why do you think? End of the line." Ralof took a deep breath before standing up with everyone following.

"Let's go, we shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us." Ralof spoke while getting up.

"No, wait, we are not rebels!" Lokir cried out.

"Face your death with some courage, thief." Ralof sighed as we all hopped off the carriage.

Hmmm… maybe I can also do some payback against the bitch captain. I wanted to make a few unnecessary comments that would make people's heads turn.

"Step towards the block when your name is called. One at a time" the second in command bitch had shouted out.

Ralof mumbled something about the empire's list, as scripted, along with the other soldiers going up to the block as their names were called by Hadvar.

When Lokir was about to be called up. I muttered to him.

"Don't even think about running, if you do, you will be shot down by archers." I warned Lokir.

For whatever reason I did what I did and told him about his impending death. That, and I wanted to see what would happen if I were to 'hint' at his fate.

"Lokir of Rorikstead." Hadvar spoke out.

"Don't do it…" I warned once again.

I could see a look of hesitation, but a choice has been made in his eyes.

"No! I'm not a rebel, you can't do this!" Lokir shouted.

That scene played out as expectedly, and he was shot with a few arrows.

"Tch, damn fool…" I shook my head in disappointment. "Well, what is there to expect from a background character who gets killed off because of their stupidity?" I mumbled.

Little did I know, I was closely being watch by the person next to me who heard everything I said.

"Anyone else fell like 'running'?" The bitch captain threatened.

I raised my bound hands to the surprise of everyone.

"I do. But unfortunately, my legs seem to be a bit asleep at the moment from the hours-long ride on the carriage." I jokingly spoke out.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" The young Nord woman spoke out behind me.

"Wait… you two. Step forward." Hadvar commanded us.

I stepped forward without much delay, but I did take notice that there was hesitation when she was approaching.

"Who are you two?" Hadvar asked us.

I answered first.

"I'm just a bystander who was taken from his home place, transported near Skyrim, and from what I have been told, it seems that I fell out of the sky and immediately captured after the imperial ambush because of an emergence of a new Daedric Prince." I bluntly told him.

"…I meant your name, what is your name?" Hadvar asked again ignoring the last part.

"Apologies, my name is-" I paused midsentence.

Wait a minute… This is a dream world, right? Let's have fun while I can before I wake up.

A smile crept onto my face as I remembered one of my favorite nicknames to use…

"…Jester…" I whispered. "Jester. That is the name that I go by." I spoke with a smile.

"Jester… as in, a fool?" The bitch captain rudely asked.

"Yeah, my parents hated me, named me after a fool, and threw me out at the age of 6, living off of the kind souls that passed by me. Now where has that led me? At the execution grounds of Helgen. Fitting for a 'fool' to die at a headsman's axe on his FIRST visit to Skyrim, Is it not? Better then dying in the backstreets in some alleyway, or the planes of Oblivion at the very least." I spoke in an unusually gleeful tone of voice.

I didn't see a change look in the bitch captain's face, but I did see a confused sad look on Hadvar.

"…And uh… you lass?" Hadvar shook his head and asked the mysterious young woman beside me.

"Nora." The now named Nora, simply spoke.

"You picked a bad time to return to your homeland." Hadvar sighed as he thinks that another soul might to needlessly die.

"Captain, their names are not on the list." Hadvar told the bitch captain.

3, 2, 1-

"Forget the list, they go to the block."

"~Fergit da lest, they goh tu the blawk~."

I spoke in perfect sync with the captain, but with a more mocking tone. This had immediately drawn a scowl from the said angry person, but I had an indifferent face as I lazily blinked. Nora on the other hand, was slowly falling to anguish. It is understandable that she might be feeling that way the first time that you are told to just die for no reason.

"By your orders, captain." Hadvar nodded.

"I am sorry Nora, but at least you will die here in your homeland." Hadvar gave a 'trying' warm smile to the young Nord, who looked shocked to hear about her death. She then had an angry look and turned away to join the other Stormcloaks.

"And for you Jester, I am sorry that your first visit had to be your last." Hadvar also gave me the same look.

"Hey, I prefer to think on the brighter side, this has got to be my best trip to Skyrim yet. I'll see you later, Hadvar." I winked at him as I walked to join the other Stormcloaks. Hadvar had a bit of shocked look as I left but Hadvar shook it off as him hearing things.

The scene continues like normal with General Tullius barking out empty words as he brags about the end of the Stormcloak Rebellion.

"-And now the Empire is going to put you down and restore the peace." Tullius finished.

The sound of a roar echoed through the area. Seemed that Alduin has made his return right on time too.

"What was that?" Hadvar asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, carry on." Tullius brushed the roar off as nothing important.

As we got to the last rites part, a Stormcloak soldier interrupted the ritual, and went to the chopping block to get his head lobbed off, and his body kicked off the chopping block.

"As fearless in death, as he was in battle…" Ralof praised the deceased man.

"Next, the loudmouth!" The bitch captain barked out as Alduin's roar has sounded closer.

"There it is again; did you hear that?" Hadvar questioned.

"Yeah, I think I heard what it was saying this time." Again, all eyes were on me, most were either curious, or full of doubt. "I think it said, 'No, I'm good, try another person'. He-he." I chuckled with a few others who got the joke.

"I said, NEXT prisoner!" The bitch captain gritted her teeth as I can practically hear her getting tired of my antics.

"You know, with an attitude like that, you won't get a husband easily." I took a verbal jab at her as she then took out her sword.

The giggling crowd went silent…

"General Tullius, permission to personally kill this one." The bitch captain had a look that would have usually scared me…

But this is just a dream, a false reality. What do I have to be scared of?

"He is already at the chopping block and unarmed. Stay your hand." The general denied the captain who just huffed as she put away her sword.

"I would advise against agitating her any further. To the block Jester." Hadvar spoke as I started to walk slowly to the chopping block… Only to turn to the captain, and away from the chopping block to stare at her to everyone's confusion.

"Face the chopping block. Now." Said the agitated captain.

So, a little information on why I am so spiteful against the bitch captain. She has always been a 'bitch' of a character to me, always so undermining our dragonborn characters as another 'faceless' person to be killed off without a damn care in this world, really shows how much of a shit character she truly is. Or that is how I see her as…

So my response?

"The chopping… block…-OH! THAT block! I thought that guy meant go to the 'blockhead'. Sorry for the misassumption." I spoke in 'realization' as I turned around to the chopping block to await the next scene.

But it seems that I had bit off more than I could chew in which, I got a backlash from the captain. The bitch captain had grabbed the back of my shirt, kicked the back of my knee, and forced me down on top of the chopping block with a heavy foot on my back as I grunted in a bit of pain. Damn, what the hell?! I don't think dreams would usually feel this real!

"I am, REALLY, going to enjoy seeing you be silenced for good." The bitch captain growled out as I saw the blacksmith prepare his axe.

"Before I get my head cut off, I would like to make a wager... I bet my life that I,will, leave from the execution grounds of Helgen alive and well on towards my way to freedom." My tone of voice had completely changed from joy-filled to a more serious tone as I tried to look back to the captain who was looking more annoyed.

This paused the axe barer as he looked to the person who still had their foot on my back. I can also hear the beating wings of Alduin draw closer to the town, and holy shit, does he sound big if I can hear his wings from where I am.

"End this fool's life. I have grown tired of his talking." The bitch captain ordered as the executioner nodded as his axe was in motion.

"…Not if, 'He', has anything to say about it." I tried to motion behind her as I looked to the top of the tower expecting to see who is already making his appearance.

"What in Oblivion is THAT!?" The General yelled out as other people looked in horror at the black dragon who landed on top of the tower causing a small shockwave that toppled over the headsman, thus, 'sparing' my life.

The appearance of a giant black dragon was intimidating to say the least. Spiky black scales covered the sky beast as it gave off a demonic appearance of what many would assume to be death incarnate with its blood red eyes piercing through the souls as it glared at its' next victims… But from what I remember, he looks… Bigger… then what I remember in the game…

Alduin then did a mighty shout that caused the sky to darken with swirling clouds and make the clouds rain fiery meteors like the end of the world was happening now. As the meteors landed, they exploded with vigorous force, crashing into the surrounding buildings and structures causing chaos to ensue with devastating explosions as Alduin then took flight to the sky.

As I got up, I saw that some weapons of fallen soldiers on the ground. I might as well as get this binding off of me. Kneeling down to maneuver an imperial soldier's steel dagger in between my hands, I had managed to cut lose my bindings to have a sense of relief flood through my forearms as I rolled them back, stretching them out.

"That's better." I mumbled as I took the holster of the steel dagger to equip it onto my belt area. After it was fastened securely to my belt, I looked to the next objective, that is the tower a good distance away, where I saw Ulfric, the rude girl Nora, and Ralof make their way to the tower like in the tutorial sequence.

I ran over to the tower as they were discussing on what to do next.

Entering the tower, ignoring them, I immediately climbed the stairs to the second floor.

"Isaiah-Jester-whatever your name is, where are you going?!" Ralof yelled out.

"Names Jester now. Not Isaiah. Going up." I plainly stated pointing in the obvious direction as I continued climbing up the stairs. Ralof and Nora soon followed me as Ulfric had to rally his troops who are scattered through Helgen.

Just as we were about to reach the second floor, I stopped just before the end of the stairs and crouched towards the wall.

"…What are you-" Nora begun but was interrupted by Alduin smashing his head through the side of the tower, causing the tower to shake. We got a close up to see Alduin's giant head as he shouted a fire breath to the unfortunate Stormcloaks that were there and flew off. The next flight of stairs were broken, and a new way has been opened.

I got up and looked over the edge of the broken part of the tower to see the horrid fate of Helgen. The masses screaming in terror as one of them was scooped up by Alduin as he was fired upon by arrows and some spells from the battle mages. I looked down next to the tower to see the burning house below, which so happened to be the inn that also had suffered fire damage to its roof. Looks like a safe fall with the stack of hay from the roof at the bottom of the fall, albeit a bit dangerous for the legs. There was also a voice in my head whispering to do a flip off the ledge.

"I see…" I spoke my mind.

"By the gods… How could this have happened…" Ralof and Nora stared at the destruction of Helgen.

"Well, of nobody is coming, I'll be on my way." I spoke out before I lined myself up next to the ledge, saluting the 2 Nords as I had leaped backwards.

"ISAIAH!" Ralof yelled out to see me plunge myself out of their sight into the stack of the hay roof of the burning building.

As I landed with a soft thump. I got up and looked at the 2 horrified faces.

"Smell ya later!" I called out as I entered further into the burning building.

I looked around the area, because I knew that this was the place where the Juniper Berry Mead was held at. I spotted a few bottles of it on the nearby shelf. And even to my surprise, there is also a small bag pack next to the shelf.

'Huh… convenient…' I mentally spoke as I began to pillage the bottles of alcohol form this structure to place them all into the bag.

After getting a bit over 30 bottles of the stuff, I heard another object fall behind me… or so I thought it was an object.

What actually landed behind me was the angry-bitch Nora, who got up from the haystack.

"Oh, so you did decide to follow." I said while slinging the bag over my shoulders, equipping the bag properly.

"What are you still doing here? Why did you not escape from the burning building?!" Nora began to question me.

"Now isn't really the best time for that. And I doubt that you would understand my purpose. But long answer short, I'm keeping a promise." I gave her the short answer as I looked towards the opening in the floor to the ground level.

I looked at the collapsed side of the building and followed the path forward to the ground. After exiting the building, I saw the scripted sequence of Hadvar rescuing the child as Alduin fired off another shout of flames. After sending them off to safety, Hadvar took notice of us.

"Still alive you two? Good. If you hope to stay that way, then stay close to me! Gunnar! Take the boy, and get him to safety, I'll do what I can over here to aid Tullius!" Hadvar spoke as he directed the older soldier who nodded in compliance.

Nora and I followed Hadvar without question, as per the sequences.

We stayed close to the walls when Alduin landed to do his thing again, to kill off more people. Yadda-yadda, we all know the drill of what happens. We had followed him to the fort where the player chooses to side with the Stormcloaks, or the Imperials for the end of the movement tutorial.

"Ralof! You damned traitor. Out of my way!" Hadvar yelled at the Stormcloak.

"No Hadvar, 'We' are escaping, and you are not stopping us this time!" Ralof responded hastily.

"Arg, FINE! I hope that dragon takes you ALL to Sovngarde." Hadvar stormed off to the front of the fort as Ralof went to the other part.

""Both of you, let's go!"" They both yelled simultaneously as they entered the fort.

Nora went to Ralof without hesitation as I went to the lone Imperial. Afterall… Someone had to keep him company.

-With Nora and Ralof-

As Nora entered through the doors, she looked ahead to see Ralof taking a breath from running through the dragon attack in the next room.

"Nora, good to see that you both- Um…where is Isaiah?" Ralof questioned.

"Huh? What are you talking about, the asshole is right…here?" Nora turned expecting to see the grinning bastard behind her, to see that Isaiah was in fact, not here.

"But where did he… That traitorous bastard! I knew he couldn't be trusted!" Nora yelled out in frustration.

"Woah-woah lass, I think you are getting ahead of yourself. Why would he be a traitor?" Ralof questioned Nora.

Nora was about to respond, But someone else interjected.

"Now why, Nora my dear, would you say that about me?" I opened the gates as I casually strolled in with Hadvar closing in behind me with his sword drawn at my back.

Everyone was immediately on edge with the impending small group here. We have a Stormcloak and an Imperial soldier here, so that is already drawing tension as they start to glare at each other. A highly unstable Nord woman who glared daggers at my very existence, and one person who is an unstable timebomb that could fuck things up if he said the wrong word. And by unstable, his luck could run out and say something that could kill himself on the spot.

Alas, Nora continued to answer my question.

"Simple, you could have planned all this! You were WAY too calm and joked around like the execution wasn't even a big deal! Agitated the Imperial captain… You even spoke about the dragon right before you were about to get executed! Ralof, remember the tower the dragon smashed his head through? It's like he KNEW where it was going to attack, and the events that would have taken place. He. Planned it. ALL!" Nora pointed accusingly with good reason backing it up.

The sword that was pointed at my back has risen to my neck area.

"Jester, I think you better start talking." Hadvar spoke in a serious motion.

"As much as I want to believe that you are innocent, I agree with the others. I also want answers too." Ralof said with almost a betrayed look.

"…Many suspicions surrounding me in how I knew of what was, what is, and what will become. All will be answered in due time. But for now, I will say that I will, 'play along' with what you, Nora, have presented against me." I answered in a skeptical way to which confusion began encircling the room.

I spread out my arms wide in a dramatical sense as I began to act the part of a typical 'villain'.

"You did it, you had found out that I had 'planned' all of this. The dragon attack against Helgen and the 2 army leaders all in the gathering spot, and the soon breakout of my escape. Your cleverness has rooted me out of my 'clever' acting! But there is one thing that you have failed to realize… That is 'why?' Why would I go through all the hassle in the first place? Why did I take the plunge to the area where the imperial ambush was and get captured, while critically injuring myself to unconsciousness, only to set myself free AFTER the dragon attacked? Why would I do this just to see if everything will play out like it was intended to in the first place, if it were going to happen anyways? And even if I did want nobody to take notice of the plan, why did I not just pose as a person who was deaf and mute and assume that I was just as clueless as the others?" I skeptically asked the puzzled girl who for the first time, looked like she was at a loss for words.

"…Enough with these tricks and riddles! Tell us how you know all these things, or I will force them out of you!" Nora shook her head as she picked up a war axe on the floor and approached me.

Knowing that I will likely be fighting three foes. One to the back of me with a sword drawn to me, and two to the front with one of them heading towards me with an axe, I decided to act in accordance with what any calculating protagonist would do.

Plan.

Since Hadvar is behind me with his sword against my back, I can try to do a hard back-kick to catch him off guard. While he is stunned, I am able to take out my dagger and barely parry the war axe that Nora has and knee her stomach to knock the breath out of her. While this happens, Ralof will likely react to this with violence.

To prevent this, I use Nora against him, and put the dagger up against her throat. Using his more civil way of thinking and threaten him to surrender. While this might not work against Hadvar though, this will stop them momentarily for me to speak again to make them doubt their numbers advantage against me.

This plan will have to do.

"Even though I don't want to do this, you leave me no choice." I spoke aloud as I finally made my move.

As I had tried to do a back kick, I kicked nothing, and I saw Hadvar move to the side, dodging my kick. He then shoved me forward to the female Nord, who in turn smacked the side of my head with the side of her axe, sending me face down to the ground faster than I can comprehend what went wrong.

"…Was that it? I expected more from you." Nora said in disappointment.

WHAT THE HELL WENT WRONG?!

"That was rather… disappointing…" Hadvar spoke what was in everyone's mind.

"As unsatisfying as that was, I will let you choose. Are you going to explain everything by yourself? Or do I have to do this the 'hard' way." Nora spoke in a voice that promised pain.

Many things were going through my mind as I has beginning to have a mental breakdown as the frightening Nord female came closer to me as I tried to back away to hit a wall. The odds were now dramatically lower, and I thought I had a chance to be a badass in the process, only to realize that I am in fact, a weak person who can't even strategize properly…

"Well, 'Jester'… whatisyour answer?" Nora asked one more time.

Of all things that has happened to me, this is just about the worst thing. Taken from my world, literally thrown into another by a seemingly new Daedric Prince who looks like me, and I am on my own, staring at my potential death…

"…This fucking sucks…"

[To be continued]


[Author's Notes]

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