I've been through Skyrim quite a few times. I've played previous installments of The elder Scrolls and am familiar with the plot, lore, characters, and gods. It's still a well-thought-out universe. But it all started when I fell asleep after a hard day's work.
Beginning.
* The sound of wheels*. The wheels didn't rattle fast, and the occasional chirp of birds could be heard all around. A carriage with a horse and a coachman was moving calmly forward, and the Empire prisoners were sitting in them. At that moment, a man who looked a bit like Nord woke up. He is about 1.8 m tall, with dark hair and brown eyes. Although his appearance clearly indicates that he is a man from Earth.
"Hey, are you awake?" A Caucasian man with yellow hair asked.
This question was addressed to a man from Earth.
"What about it?"
"You're a trespasser, aren't you?" You should have been caught in this imperial ambush. We were caught stealing it too. The blond nord pointed at a man with a thin body and maroon hair.
To which the thief began to get indignant.
"If you Storm brothers hadn't come here, I would have stolen that horse." The thief pointed his head at a certain horse."And he took off for Hammerfell."
— Hey you! He turned to the main character."You and I don't belong here." It's the Empire hunting the Brothers of the Storm.
The blond man frowned and said:
"We're all brothers and sisters by fate now, thief.
The driver in leather armor shouted:
— Well, everyone shut up!
Both guys fell silent and started whispering to each other.
— And what's wrong with him. The thief pointed to a Nord in nice clothes made of bearskin.
"Hold your tongue." This is Ulfric Stormbringer.
"Wait, Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? Oh gods, where are they taking us!?
"I don't know where. But sovngard is waiting for us.
—Oh, my God! I'm sleeping. Isn't this a dream?
—Hey, which village are you from?"
"Why would I tell you that?"
— Nord's last thoughts should be about home.
—I'm...I'm from Rorickstead."
The carriage had already started to enter the gates of this small town with stone walls. The driver saw the main man in the imperial army and greeted:
— I wish you good health, General. The executioner is waiting.
— great. It's time to end this farce. — The 170 cm tall man with dark skin replied. He was wearing an exquisite armor with a dragon painted on it.
— Shore, Mara, Dibella, Kinaret. Help me. — Said the thief.
Events were moving fast, but gg was only now beginning to understand. "How can this be? Did I play Skyrim so much that I started having such realistic dreams?"
— We have arrived. Down with the fear.
— God tell them that we are not with you. Just say it.
Everyone got down from the carriage. And they lined up in 2 columns.
— Let's go through the list.
— How the Imperials like to do everything according to the list.
A man in his 30s, with reddish hair and wearing leather armor, began to voice the names.
— Ulfric Stormbringer, Earl of Windhelm.
A healthy Nord in warm clothes got out of the line and went to the side closer to the executioner.
— Ralof from Riverwood.
Ralof calmly left and followed Ulfric.
—Locker's from Rorickstead.
"No, I'm not a rebel. You have no right!
Locker started running, but let's just say he couldn't cover 100 meters because of arrows in his knee and back. It hurts like hell, though.
"And now you." What's your name?
The main character was standing in some kind of panic. After all, watching the cutscene from a laptop is not as scary as being here.
"Uh." My name is John. I don't know how I got here. Actually, I'm from a faraway land.
— John the dachshund. You really don't look like the people here. There are some differences in you.
"What should we do, Captain?" He's not on the list.
— Into the abyss list. Send him to the chopping block.
"I'm really sorry." — This guy named Hadvar made such a face. He was filled with pity. Although he can't do anything to help.
.
"Here we go." - Said the captain of the Imperials.
One priest began to pray for them. Ralof accepted this and watched with sadness as his friend's head was cut off. Ulfric looked at all this firmly and wanted to use the scream, but he couldn't. So it was John's turn.
- Now you're dystrophic! The captain pointed a finger at John.
"I'm sorry, but I've been shot in the knee, could you take me by the hand?" Some of the storm brothers laughed at this joke, and the Imperial woman's face showed anger at such audacity.
"I'll help you now." She quickly approached John and kicked him in the stomach. It would be very appropriate if she said IT was SPARTA. Legion sounds good too, though.
He was thrown 1.5 meters away. John hit his back against the rocks.
— Well, how convenient is it for you to fall on a stone road?
— Well, conveniently 3 out of 10. And your hospitality is about 0.
Angering the captain's wife once more, they dragged him to the executioner and put him on a stone. Near the stone, he saw a box with heads. Their faces seemed to reflect the emotions they felt at death. Some have calmness, anger, and humility. It's really a terrible sight.
Turning his head in the other direction, John saw the executioner, who was about 2 meters tall. Such a profession requires huge growth and strength. After all, it takes a lot of strength to cut off a head.
Indeed, John's life has often put him in the way, but this situation is quite stressful. He goes to the chopping block thinking about his fate. "Is this really how it's going to end? Well, it can't be! After all, the main character survived in Skyrim. And all this may turn out to be just an ordinary dream and nothing else. Eat it." Stumbling over a rock, John almost lost his balance. All because of the fear of dying, because no one can say for sure that he will survive. The sky seemed so clear. Everyone gathered and the execution of the Storm Brothers and an ordinary man who got into a hot hand began.
* A barely audible roar*. A huge dragon appeared out of nowhere. A huge body with pitch-black scales landed on a nearby tower. * The Cougars*. There was a small earthquake from his landing. Everyone was hit by such power.