Early Sundas. I arrived in Skyrim.
I crossed the border without getting caught, until a imperial legion troop on a horse came riding through watching the border. That day, I was arrested, for crossing the border. I was sent to Helgen, with another prisoner. His name is uncertain. I was sent all the way to the Riften prison, where I would stay there for a whole year. I was not expecting this to happen.
I didn't like it at the Riften prison, I was close to the Morrowind border, and feared I would be sent to work on a plantation in Vvardenfell.
A year later I was released. I instantly went to the city of Markarth by carriage. When I arrived, I was amazed. A city, built by an ancient race, long ago. Markarth also had a Dwemer museum. That was what intrigued me the most. Real evidence of the Dwemer doing, Automatons, gears, and other pieces made by the Dwarves. Amazing.
I spent hours in there studying all the objects, and Automatons.
I wanted to recreate, and learn the ways of their skillful smithing. I spent almost 2 years designing a full set of armor made from the ore the Dwemer used. I designed it after Dwemer statues, and faces.
Eventually, I bought my self some of the ore the Dwemer used to craft these trinkets. I made a full set of Dwemer armor. I loved it. By then I was really into the Dwemer, but hadn't explored a Dwemer ruin yet, besides Markarth.
I thought I was ready.
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Elder Scrolls Original Character: RazMkeel
Fanfiction*All the ideas in this story are thought of by me, including the Character, Name, Backstory, ect. We are going to delve into diverse people in the Elder Scrolls universe, some important, some enslaved, but will rise throughout their peers, and stand...
