Dragons, wolves and giants

Head In A Basket

My body is being tossed side to side. I must be in an ambulance or something. I keep my eyes shut as my senses come back to me. I can smell something dirty. The next is touch and I can feel rough burlap and something around my wrists. I open my eyes to see a forest surrounding me and that I am in some sort of cart. This looks familiar.

"Hey, you. You're final-" Ralof from Skyrim starts to speak in front of me. I do the logically thing and start screaming.

"WHAT THE ABSOLUTE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" I yell at him. He looks stunned.

"You got captured trying to cross the border, same as us and that thief over there. Don't you remember?" Ralof looks confused at me. I breathe deeply and look at him.

"Uh, no," I say looking around. Next to me is that Ulfric guy and across from me next to Ralof is Lokir.

Lokir looks at Ralof with anger blazing in his eyes, "We don't belong here with you. If it wasn't for you she could have been across the border and I could be halfway to Hammerfell with that horse." Ralof looks away from me to Lokir.

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief," he responds to Lokir's comments, "As for you, are you sure you don't remember anything?" He looks back at me. I consider my answer.

Now that I'm not freaking out, my brain starts working. This is all just a dream brought on by me falling, I played the game just before passing out.

"Nothing, it's all blank," I smile at him, happy to have figured out what is going on. I'll just go along with this and message Pigeon about it when I wake up.

"Shut up back there!" The man driving the wagon yells back at us. Ralof is still staring at me, but Lokir has turned his attention to Ulfric.

"What's wrong with him?" he asks. Ralof raises his shoulders and looks at Lokir with rage.

"Watch your tongue! That is Ulfric Stormcloak the rightful High King" Ralof spits at him with anger. I just lean back and watch the events happening in front of me. Lokir looks at me scared.

"But if that's Ulfric...Oh Gods were are they taking us?" he stutters in fear.

"Wherever they are taking us Sovangarde awaits," Ralof looks over the side of the wagon sadness in his voice. Lokir starts having a panic attack.

"You seem awfully calm about this elf," Ralof speaks and I can see the town gates from my seat.

Did he just call me elf? I finally look down and realize my body looks different. A bit more muscular, more greyish then normal and I have longer nails. Moving my head around I can see that I have black hair with a single braid on the side. Damn playing that game must have really affected my brain.

I am so going to blame Pigeon for this dream. I reach my bound hands up and feel the side of my face. There are the scars I gave my character and I can feel the dried face paint too. I wonder if my eyes are red too. Probably.

Lokir has calmed down the closer we get to the city gates.

"Where are you from horse thief?" Ralof asks Lokir.

Lokir looks at him stuttering, "Rorikstead. I'm....I'm from Rorikstead." We have arrived at Helgen.

"General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!" a soldier shouts towards the wagon at the front.

"Good. Let's get this over with," General Tullius responds. Lokir has gone back to panicking.

"Shor, mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me," He prays, and I feel bad for him. Even if this is a dream he doesn't deserve this. Ralof looks at the wagon with General Tullius on it with disgust.