Skyrim: CHYOA editon

Skyrim: CHYOA editon

Fuck your way through Skyrim

Chapter 1 by Miss-Emmie Miss-Emmie

“Hey you, you’re finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush same as us, and that thief over there.” With those iconic words, you had begun your life in the world of The Elder Scrolls.

Now, the last thing you remembered was crossing the street, seeing bright headlights zooming towards you, and then the feeling of sailing through the air.

Had you been hit by a truck and died?

It seemed so, and apparently you had gone to Hell because you were now sitting in a wooden cart with your hands tied in front of you, with Ralof and that soon-to-be-dead thief arguing right in front of you.

Hell being the intro to Skyrim was not what you expected, but it was certainly funny.

The cart went through the gates of Helgen, with Ralof being reflective and the horse thief cowering. It seemed the situation was identical to the game: In the icy nation of Skyrim, a civil war had begun between the nationalist Stormcloaks and the ruling Empire. Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, sitting in the wagon with you, was the leader of said Stormcloaks. He used the power of The Voice, aka shouting in dragon language, to kill the previous High King of Skyrim, but had just been captured near the southern border. Now, he was slated to be executed, and you along with him just for having been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Not that that mattered, a massive dragon named Alduin would soon show up to crash the party, providing both you and Ulfric with a chance to escape.

You gazed over, and saw the chopping block you would soon be kneeling in front of, just as the cart came to a stop. "End of the line," Ralof remarked.

The cowardly thief claimed that you and him were not part of the Stormcloaks, and tried to run away.

"Archers!" the Imperial captain called, before arrows cut through the air and pierced the thief's body. He collapsed to the ground.

As that happened, you quietly stepped up to the Imperial captain and a soldier named Hadvar.

"You aren't on the list, who are you?" Hadvar asked.

That was a good question. This was the point where the character design screen would come up, but you were stuck with this body you had now. It wasn't your body from the old world, you could tell that immediately.

In the world of Tamriel, you were...

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