"Well," he began. "For starters, we've all been dead on earth for over 1,000 years. I was reincarnated immediately as Alduin's half human son, and a spell was put on me to make me take the shape of an Argonian. I was supposed to made aware of when you all reincarnated into your prospective races but then that damned game file mixup happened and it took forever to locate you. When I finally did I was overjoyed. But you weren't the races you were supposed to be, nor were there as many of you as there should have been."
He continued talking as shock filled our faces. "Arina and Celesty, your families are alive and well. They are in their respective countries of Elsweyr and Valenwood. Unfortunately, they wouldn't know you now, as they were reincarnated properly. But their memories of you remain intact.
"How we died isn't important. We were called here to save Tamriel and Nirn itself. The demons of Oblivion haven't been idle in the thousand years since the war with them. They've been planning. Rebuilding. They want to destroy this world. We're going to save it."
"Do we know which plane of Oblivion they're coming from?" I asked. "The creatures from Apocrypha could be a problem."
"It's not Apocrypha. It's Coldharbour, the plane of Molag Bal. He wants to take over the world." He looked at me. "Starting with Serana. And you."
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Realm of Games #1: Skyrim
FantasyAn avid Skyrim player wakes up to find she and her loved ones have been isekai'd to the world of Skyrim in Tamriel. Can they learn to be content in their new bodies? Will they find a way back or will Skyrim call them to stay?
