Chapter one, The end?

It was another day coming to a close, the sun was setting as the crickets started to sing their song and silence descends upon the world, as blissful as ever, the moon slowly began it's climb to the sky, and in one room, a 19 year old man was.. ignoring it all to play Skyrim.

"Finally, FINALLY, I'm about to finish this freaking museum! the hall of the dragonborn shall finally, be complete!~"

He was ecstatic, as a huge Skyrim nerd and kleptomaniac, ever since he saw the fabled mod, Legacy of the Dragonborn, he knew he simply MUST complete it, it was a reason to finally get back to his favorite game, to the world of Tamriel, and boy did he do it, investing days on modding, tweaking, fixing, and over 500+ hours on the game itself, it was time, time to complete the legacy of the dragonborn.

His museum was full of many, many wonders, daedric relics, each and every one, sadly the Mask of Clavicus Vile was a "copy", seeing as you cannot obtain both, armors of each and every kind hung about in the armory, From simple leather to ebony to Stalheim, even the exceedingly rare Snow Elf armor, which took him arguably the longest to obtain, he took one last loving and nostalgic gaze towards his rooms, The gallery of natural science, full of gems, plants, and animal displays, even fossils, the library, every collectable book present, the place would make even Urag green with envy, even his personal collection of cheese was present at the safehouse, behind the doors of the cheese aging room, full of cheese as old as Nordic ruins, or as lethal as the.. Forbidden cheese, even his hall of oddities, full of coins from different eras, and jade figurines, as well as dragon ones.

'I'm going to miss this place, hopefully one day I'll get a reason to come back...'

Raz, the man who was playing thought to himself as his very creative character, Lizquisator, entered the daedric hall, Placing the final daedric relic he carried, his trusty blade that helped him in countless dungeons. Dawnbreaker, into it's pedestal, and that was it, it was complete.

A tear was shed as he looked at the now floating ornate sword, his most prized possession, he was sure that were he truly Lizquisator, Meridia would French kiss him from how he paraded that blade around since level 15, He leanest back in his chair, he wishes he could do it again, He wanted to change things, Maybe he could've united dragons and men? maybe join the stormcloaks instead? maybe even raise his own army to be the high king himself? he gave an amused chuckle as he shook his head, as if he'll bother ruling, it simply wasn't his style, he opened the map in game again, smiling as he saw how.. full, it is. with arrows leading into far more places then just Solstheim, such as Bruma, such as Elswyer, and more. and now it was finally.. over.

His character was turned around as he was interacted with by his trusty curator, a high elf unlike any other, Auryen Morellus, And he looked happy, but also.. sad?

"This is it, eh friend? Countless days spent digging and searching but you've done it, conquering even the realm of molag bal, becoming one of the seven, saving the world twice over, probably more too!,but you've done it, every relic of the ages that's related to Skyrim, here, in one building, Words cannot express my joy, but also... my sadness, we're adventurers after all, we even built our own guild.. Tell me friend, if you could've do it again, Would you?."

Raz was confused, he wasn't sure that this would be his final congratulations message, Auryen sounded far more emotional and... real, then he did in his other dialogues, the mouse hovered between the options, Yes, or No. and honestly, he felt his hand moving alone to the yes, and when he clicked it, Auryen smiles.

"So it shall be."

What?.

CRACK!

The screen?!

Raz gave a Yelp as the monitor cracked, within a second, another loud crack reverbrated through him, he could feel like something was wrong. Very wrong, before he could even get up from his chair, to run, the screen shattered inwards, and he was pulled in, the chaos and confusing simply left him paralyzed, panicking, unable to comprehend just.. what is going on, so his brain simply shut off, rendering him unconscious....

when he awoke, He couldn't believe his eyes.

"CONGRATULATIONS GAMER! AS A REWARD FOR COMPLETELY FINISHING THE DRAGONBORN MEUSEUM, YOU HAVE GAINED!"

-BEING THE DRAGONBORN!

-GAMERS MIND!

-MANA MANIPULATION!

-ELEMENTAL MANIPULATION!

-A WHEEL OF GOAT CHEESE!

-50 GOLD SEPTIMS!

-STEEL ARMOR!

-BACKPACK!

-SKYRIM'S INVENTORY AND SKILL INTERFACE!

-A POTATO!

-STEEL TANTO!

-FREE RANDOM SHOUT!

-CHAOS, CHAOS! CHAOS!!!

"What, what the duck. i-but what- "

Raz couldn't comprehend, only after a few minutes of mumbling like a fool he finally was able to clearly read it all, his emotions were a maelstorm, fear, happiness, dread, elation, he couldn't figure what to feel, and as his vision turned white, he wondered.

'no character creation?"..

(AN - Writing from my phone, atleast that chapter, this will be a small side project for me, and don't worry, Character will not be op as all fuck, just strong, and not now or anytime soon, lot's of stuff he'll have to deal with, atleast he'll have his cheese and potato! see you on the next, hopefully much larger chapter REUPLOADED AT THE PROPER PLACE, OOPS .)