Skyrim: Thane and Fortune

Chapter 1

Three Years have passed since I found myself in Tamriel.

Three years where I have spent much of my time building my own power and connections, using my knowledge from Earth to succeed in this medieval-era Continent.

Three years where I have made friends with good people, and learned much of the Arcane arts.

Now you speak to the proud owner of Proudspire Manor, A Master in the schools of Alteration and Restoration, A Thane of Solitude! Owning several small territories of land in Haafingar, Hjaalmarch, and The Reach.

"I should have been here to stop his foolishness," I whispered as I rubbed the back of a grieving widow.

And so I am ashamed to admit, I may have forgotten the timeline of things, how busy I was with my selfish new outlook, too happy with this second chance at life, that I forgot perhaps the most important event that happened prior to the start of the Game.

"He would have accepted the challenge regardless if you were here, Gabriel," said Elisif the Fair, the new Jarl of Solitude, as she dried her eyes of tears.

"I know, But I could have saved his life, My talents in the school of Restoration are second only to perhaps Colette Marence of the College of Winterhold, I could have stemmed his bleeding!" I scowled at the disaster that I missed. Too busy down in the city of Markarth, Researching the Dwemer ruins, that by the time news reached me of the event, the body of my best friend in this second life had already turned cold.

"Now is not the time for you to be mad about yourself, Gabriel, Torygg wouldn't have wanted it," Elisif said as she wiped more tears from her eyes, her hand gently resting on the expensive casket that sat before her.

The Burial will take place tomorrow.

I bit my lip as I gave Elisif one last hug, wishing her good health, before leaving her to grieve on her own, I had important work that needed to be done.

If my memory of the timeline is still somewhat correct, Dragons will soon be returning to Skyrim, and I do not wish for my investments to be burnt in Dragonfire, or even worse, if the Dragonborn turns to be of an unscrupulous nature.

I stepped out of the temple of the Divines, took a deep breath of the cool summer air, and let my shoulders drop.

Sometimes I find it hard to keep my tone and speech to a professional degree, especially when emotions are high.

Grabbing hold of my staff, I tapped it on the ground, and activated the teleportation spell that sent me to one of the few plots of land I owned, and also the one that was most expensive to acquire.

But I had no choice, I couldn't let this place be left to rot, Especially not with all the boons it has already given me.

Feeling the momentary weightlessness of my body being shot through the ether, traversing through Oblivion for barely a moment, before my feet once again found solid footing at the bottom of the stone stairs that lead to the great statue.

Pointing my staff to the ground, I cast a spell that altered the direction of the nearby air, creating a powerful gust of wind in the direction I was pointing, and like a gardener with a leaf-blower, I started my work of cleaning the place.

"You know, Now that we're alone, can we speak, At least so I can clear my mind a little," I spoke out loud, my voice not leaving the bubble of Illusion magic that surrounded my current location, "I heard that when going through tough times, It always helps to speak to those you consider friends,"

"..." I waited for a response, a small smile gracing my lips as the gem in my staff started to shine white, a voice echoing in my mind.

"You wish to speak in regards to your fallen friend," The voice spoke telepathically, the gem in my staff shining brighter as they into my mind.

"I wish for his body to find peace, that no curse shall disturb his rest, and for the traitor who killed him to face justice," I told the voice, switching the leaf-blower spell into one that smoothed out the stone structure, getting rid of the many deformities it sustained in its ancient age.

"But only one of those things falls into your field of expertise, So I will instead ask you if you like my new coat," I smiled sadly, looking at the custom-made tailoring job I requested.

"Your inquiries of aesthetics waste our time," The voice spoke, "We shall protect the body of your friend from Necromancy, but little else more," The white glow of the gem started to dim, "We shall await your tribute of the month with expectation fitting your lavish personality, but shall not gift you more boons until then,"

I chuckled, knowing that even if the gem in my staff acts like it's annoyed by me, It secretly enjoys our little talks.

"Very well, I hope you will find my tribute for the month to your liking," I said as I did a look-over of the stone roof I stood upon, my eyes locking onto the large statue near the edge of the building.

"We most assuredly will not," The voice said with no real heat, I already knew it liked the tributes I gave it.

"Of course, Lady Meridia," I said as the light in the gem vanished, the staff in my hands no longer glowing.

I slowly felt the smile on my face disappear as memories of what transpired recently resurfaced.

If memory serves me right, The man who killed my friend will soon be captured by the Imperial Legion, and taken to Helgen, where a very special person will find themselves captured after an attempt to cross the border.

"Hopefully you know what's good for you, Dragonborn," I whispered as I gazed at the gem in the center of my staff, "Should you join the Dark Brotherhood or the Stormcloaks, your life will be all but forfeit,"

I swore it, I wouldn't let anything stand in the way of my plans. Not the Stormcloaks, not the Dragonborn, not even Akatosh himself!

"Elisif the Fair will be crowned High Queen of Skyrim, So I swear." I closed my eyes and whispered a silent prayer.

"If you can hear me, Torygg, My Friend, Know that I will do all that I can for this land that is rightfully yours," The wind picked up around me as I lifted my staff, "No Draugr or Dragon will stand in my path," A small cyclone found itself revolving around me, ruining the work I've done cleaning the place up.

"I will make a Skyrim to be proud of, one where children can play merrily without the danger of monsters, where merchants can travel the roads without Bandits or Forsworn terrorizing the land, where vampires are not a threat and all races can live without discrimination!" The wind picked up even faster, my cape starting to blow in the miniature cyclone.

"A Skyrim not for the Nords! Or for the Stormcloaks! A SKYRIM FOR THE PEOPLE!!!" And with a slam of my staff onto the roof of Kilkreath. I activated the teleportation spell and disappeared.

"I will make a Skyrim that will shine as bright as Gold,"

Three years have passed since I arrived in this new world.

My name is Gabriel Goldfinger, And I am a Thane of Solitude.

Okay, So I'm replaying Skyrim, And I just felt like writing a Skyrim story. Oops. Hope you enjoyed :)

Future chapters will have a bit more comedy.