My life in Skyrim (Editors notes and Day one)

     Editors Note; My name is Devon, and this blog is less of a blog and more of a story. It will follow my Skyrim character, an Argonian male {They look like this} named Drisstan through the world of Skyrim and even other parts of Tamriel {It looks like this}. This story is told in first person from his perspective, as if he is telling it to you.  My story assumes that you have at least a working knowledge of the game Skyrim, or at least Oblivion, but the story will be accessible to most audiences. I don't hold any of the copyrights for Skyrim, the race names, or anything else. This story will not follow the main quest line, but there may still be some spoilers so be warned ♥. This blog is vaguely inspired by "my life in vana'diel" {Which looks like this} except that mine is first person and single player. I am a novice writer so be kind, I'll pick it us as  I go I'm sure. But any comments you have be they praise or critical, but hopefully praise, will more then help. 

Day One

     "Well I guess it's game over now." I mumbled to myself while waiting for the guards to let us off the caravan. 

I used to be a great fighter in the army, capable of using a blade and magic better then some legit battle mages, then I get arrested trying to hop a boarder like a lowly catlike Khajiit {They look like this}. There are some things that just don't work out. My king, the leader of our grand army, where was he now. He always said he would fight and die alongside us, but here I am about to be executed and he is no where to be seen is he? Then I spotted him third from the right, waiting in his own line to face the axe.

     "You, the lizard, What's your name?" Asked the stern, but oddly gentle guard who had opened the caravan door and escorted us off. 

     "Drisstan Alessin" I hissed back at him.

I don't really think he wrote the name down right, son of a bitch probably only put one 's' in there. Not many understand that we Argonians are capable of saying 's' without hissing, and that a hissed 's' is actually two. On second thought he probably didn't really give half a shit about what I had said, If I hadn't been so mad at his ignorance I may have noticed the big black shadow that had engulfed this shithole town. I tried to run but it was already too late, the Dragon had already began to wreak havoc.

People were screaming and running all over the place, some people jumped into the well and others over the town walls, not me though, nope, I stood there like a moron watching. This must have pissed the dragon off. He flew at me and picked me up in his claws and began flying away. I screamed for help but there was nothing to do but get carted off.

     "Catch the prisoner he was to be executed!" I heard the guard captain yell as I was carted off.

I can't remember if I flipped him off or if I passed out after pissing myself. I'm pretty sure that I flipped him off. All I knew is that this dragon was my ticket out of their execution and into his. I used to think that there was nothing worse then fate but that was before I was picked up by a dragon, that is a life changing event or so it would seem. If that wasn't enough to change my mind then what happened next sure would be.

As the dragon passed low over some mountains all I heard was a yell, an ear shattering scream was more like it. It hit the dragon square in the chops and he let me go into the soft falling snow on the top of some godless mountainside. I tumbled for what felt like hours perhaps even days before my broken bruised body came to rest as the side of a river. Being the smart Argonian that I am I remembered that I can breathe underwater and that where the water flows people build towns to make use of the flowing water to power grain mills, and wash their dirty socks in. So I pulled myself into the water and let myself flow downstream after snatching a salmon and eating it, I passed out.

With half a day or so gone I awoke on a shoreline, some of my lesser wounds had begun to heal but a broken bone takes more then spit and moxie to feel better. I pulled myself on land and tried to catch a view of my surroundings. About twenty feet ahead of me I heard some children talking, from the sound of their voice and the size of their lisp they were Khajiit.

     "He's right around this corner I was poking him with a stick all morning, I think he's dead." Said a child with a rough deep voice.

     "That's gross, you should tell mom Brenndak." Said a sweet sounding young girl.

     "NO WAY! Kathaine, he's my dead person and I'll poke him all I want." Replied Brenndak

     "If you won't then I will!" Screamed Kathaine before she padded away.

The boy crossed the clearing and was very surprised to see me being not dead. I thought he was going to scream and run off but he cautiously edged his way towards me. Holding his stick as if it were a sword or an axe.

     "Don't worry kid, I ain't going to hurt you. I'm broken and sore." I said trying to sound as old and feeble as I could.

      The child thought for a moment before retorting with "Sorry for poking you mister, I'll get some of the town people to get the stretcher, mum and papa are healers."

I nodded before sitting down again, either I sat down or that was my overly long 'being poked reflex' but I passed out again, I wouldn't wake again up for another six hours or so.