Well, here it is finally. I promised I would write about my journey and exploits in Skyrim if I won it from the kind @sideshow .I didn't want any other big games in the way when I was playing skyrim so I had to go and finish ME 1 and 2.

Been also kinda putting it off because I am an absolutely terrible writer, but lo. My girlfriend Danielle came to the rescue and helped me write it, and so I have decided to make it in a "mail to beloved" format. As a tribute to her.

Without further ado. Here is Wuulfräd <lastnameWorkInProgress>'s journey back home, to Skyrim!

18th of Last Seed, 4E201

My dearest love,

I am writing this letter to let you know I am back in Skyrim. I've passed the trial of solitude, though if my father found out that I already had you he would probably send me to Morrowind to work for the Dunmer.

However in coming back I had to pass through a trial by fire. As I was entering the land an Imperial war party took me prisoner, confiscated all my belongings and promptly knocked me out for even asking what my crime was.

I was startled awake by the bumpy ride, I tried to move my hands but those bindings were tighter than... Well, I couldn't move them. As I shook my head to get my bearings another unfortunate soul spoke to me. Through back and forth conversation between him and another unlucky prisoner, I learned that I was sharing a cart-ride with a horse thief, Lokir; and a Jarl with one of his personal guards, Ulfric Stormcloak. The name was familiar in my head, but all I could unearth from my head is that he was the Jarl of Windhelm.

Apparently they – that is, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, leader of an ongoing rebellion against the empire and the follower of his called Ralof - were headed south of Eastmarch. What they were going to do I never got to find out.

We arrived in Helgen and, as much as I hate to alarm you, it was figuratively and literally the end of the line for us all. A female Imperial captain called out the names of the prisoners from a list. The horse thief tried to run upon being called out, but was shot down with arrows. My turn came and the Nord imperial who held the list looked puzzled as my name wasn't on it.

The Imperial captain was very eager to put me in the same group as the stormcloaks though, and my mind thought about escaping - but the corpse of the horse thief reminded me that I wouldn't get far.

The Nord imperial looked at me solemnly and tried to cheer me up by saying “at least you'll be dying in your homeland”.

This is not how I remember my land.

Another prisoner went to the block before me - he died with more honor than any man I had seen before. When my turn came - as I was pushed down with my head rested on the block - I thought I was going to die without seeing your face again…

And then, a dragon attacked. It made the earth tremble with its force as it let out a mighty roar, taking into the skies and attacking us all with flames, sometimes grabbing victims in its large jaws, either devouring them or throwing them to the ground again.

In the chaos, I regrouped with Ralof, the rebel from before. He assisted me in escaping, taking me to the Keep, leading me to the caves below.

I had to kill some of those damned Imperial bastards. I hate to admit it, in case you think of me as some heartless murderer, but I feel no remorse for them. All I wanted to do was leave. I still feel great pleasure in having wiped the smug look off of the captain that seemed more than eager to send me to the block.

There was certainly more than Imperials in those caves. There were goddamned spiders, unnaturally large and venomous; asking villagers, I learned they are Frostbite Spiders. You probably know of them better than I, my dear – you were always the one who took a greater interest in wildlife.

There was also a bear. She was a large beauty, and Ralof’s rather wise idea to avoid her for the time being was one I heeded without hesitation; I was too exhausted to fight such a large creature.

Past the bear was the exit to daylight, and as we travelled down the road, I asked Ralof to inform me of the recent going-ons. Since living in solitude, it seems I have missed a lot of changes. So much can happen in five years, apparently.

In a quiet little town of Riverwood, I met the rebel’s sister, Gerdur. She mentioned that I could stay in her home as long as I needed, and to feel free to eat some of her food as she passed me the key.

Whether it was caused by my abrupt capture, or the fact I almost lost my own life to the Imperials – I feel compelled to help the Stormcloaks, my love. These people seem to need all the help they can get, and I am not about to sit here and let more innocents die for what they believe in.

My apologies for such a long letter, but you did say to tell you everything I could. I will think about you in my travels to come.

-Wuulfräd

Edit: Kinda forgot to mention, My character is a nord.