My New Life In Skyrim

Chapter IV

Level 1
Health: 95
Magicka: 105
Stamina: 100

Everyone was speechless. For half a minute, no one said anything; I guess it was a lot to process. I get up from the table to take advantage of everyone's shock.

Alexander: Well, I suppose I should get myself cleaned up at the river! If you need me! Please don't go looking, lest you risk seeing another dragon! Haha! We'll talk later!

I exit the inn, leaving everyone discussing and whispering what I just told them. With everything I dropped, they must be trying hard to determine if everything I said was right. Good thing too, that means I managed to make sense of everything I was explaining to them without any discrepancies, otherwise, they would've shut me down just a second after mentioning the Dragonborn.

I walk further away from the village to a private spot by the river and begin taking off my armor and placing it in my inventory. I must say, immersive or not, it's helpful to have infinite storage on me.

I decide to take a moment to look upon my reflection, since I'm half orc and half Breton I was genuinely curious to see if I looked any different. The bright annoying figure I talked with mentioned that I wouldn't look any different aside from some small details, small or not, I was too curious to know how different I might be.

As I look at the rippling water, my eyes begin to make some sense of the reflection I see, and yes it looks exactly like me, short wavy black hair, with bluish green colored eyes. But then there's the apparent differences that were definitely not small.

For some reason my skin went from white, to an ashy grey color, my bottom canines grew large enough to appear as fangs. Not big enough to be tusks like a normal orc however. It looked almost like an underbite. And more importantly my build, I already figured I was taller than I originally was but this was insane. I must've been a few inches taller than an Altmer, and abundantly more muscular! I couldn't have gotten a body as fit as this in the other world even if I tried! And God knows I have!

I think back to what the figure said about how my body would mutate rapidly so I would be able to survive this world. The figure was a little right though, looking past the bottom fangs and the grey skin I do look the same as my original appearance.

I walk into the river and begin swimming around, washing dirt off my body before getting out. I really hope one of the mods added was the one that gives soap cause damn do I miss it.

I put my armor back on and walk back to the Village, spotting Sven on the way. Well I guess it's time to start this quest. But...seeing as how I did rescue Lokir and Torolf, maybe I can try to solve this quest a little differently since i'm able to.

In the original quest I would need to essentially pick a man for Camilla Valerias, then that man will be a loyal follower to me. Faendal between the two is the clear choice, but I need as much help as I can get if I want this plan of mine to work! So I'll need Sven to like me too.

I stand in the middle of the town in deep thought until I see Camilla in front of me, walking into the Riverwood Trader, by the next minute an idea found its way into my brain.

I follow Camilla into the Riverwood Trader and listen to the argument she has with her brother. By the time Lucan finally notices me he shoos away his sister and motions his hand over to me so we could talk, I pretend to reach to my back to pull the items I got from the caverns from my inventory.

Alexander: Any chance I can sell these?

Lucan: Oh! Of course sir! Let's see what we got here, Stormcloak hero greatsword, skyforge steel great sword, some iron swords, Stormcloak hero armor, Stormcloak Capes, my oh my do you have a lot of items on you! Here's your gold.