Freedom (1)

Slowly making my way down the stone steps, I grimaced at the stinging in my cheek, prompting me to open my magic tab and 'equip' the Healing spell.

Looking down at the calm, soothing golden light in my left hand, I frowned as I felt an energy surging through my body towards that hand.

Was it magicka?

It was likely that, and I opened my hand wide, hearing the familiar sound of the Healing spell activating.

My body was shrouded by that golden light, and the scrapes, bruises, and mark on my cheek healed.

It was... odd, feeling that energy drain from me, only to be refiled a few moments later.

Cancelling the spell, I watched as the golden light flickered out of existence, leaving my hand bare.

Nodding, I took a breath before continuing on, hearing the sounds of Alduin raging outside.

Entering a tunnel, I watched as it collapsed, leaving only the door on my left.

Hefting the axe, I equipped my only other spell, Flames, and prepared for a fight.

Opening the door, I rushed inside, raising my hand as I spewed flames towards the man dressed in armor similar to mine.

The fire clung to his armor, and I grinned when I heard him start screaming, the metal slowly turning orange as it was heated up.

He fell to the floor, rolling around as he desperately tried to put out the flames.

Looking at me in horror and rage was a man wearing the Studded Imperial Armor, his iron sword in hand as he charged towards me.

Canceling my Flames spell, I swayed to the side, dodging his clumsy swing before burying my axe into his stomach, making him grunt and spit out blood.

Drawing my dagger in my left hand, I chuckled as it easily pierced his neck, severing his spinal cord, making his head go limp.

He fell to the ground, his blood pooling below him.

Turning towards the still burning Captain, I sheathed my dagger and stood near him, watching his futile efforts as he rolled around, screaming the entire way.

{Destruction: 20 -> 21}

{Level: 1 -> 2}

Placing my axe back on my belt, I opened my skill section, wondering what I should do with this life.

The Debauchery Section was locked off for now; the first perk, {Debaucher}, needed me to be level 10 with Debauchery.

Increasing Health first, I sighed, turning my gaze towards the skill trees, before shrugging.

Selecting {Armsman (1/5)}, I nodded, feeling like the axe in my hand was a tiny bit sharper.

One-Handed was a good skill tree to level, as pure damage increases were always welcome. Besides, I don't think I want to wear Heavy Armor, nor do I know if I am going to take up a skilled profession like Enchanting, Alchemy, or Smithing. They were easy in-game, sure, but I know Smithing is a time consuming, difficult thing in real life. I feel like Alchemy would be like cooking, however I have no idea about Enchanting.

So, why not go with the ole reliable One-Handed? I could use swords, axes, maces, clubs, daggers...

Actually, I was no longer restricted in weaponry huh? I could make spears, kama, sickles...

Feeling giddy, I looked through the bodies inventories, taking the daggers they had so I could smelt them.

As for their armor or other weapons...

Looking at my inventory, I pursed my lips, annoyed.

51 pounds of armor... plus the 11 pounds of the Iron War Axe...

Sighing, I desperately wanted to get to Riverwood, where I could sell this or maybe smelt it down.

After all, if this is a real world, Alvor should have a Smelter considering they're so close to a mine.

Rummaging through the barrels and tables around me, I looked at the pheasants and rabbits hanging in the corner.

Harvesting them, I watched in mild interest as chunks of meat and fur disappeared from their corpses, my inventory receiving pheasant breasts, rabbit haunches, feathers, and rabbit fur.

I now had some food, albeit raw, and some potions of each kind.

Looking at an apple lying on the table, I scooped it up and munched on it as I walked, going down the set path.

Reaching the torturer's chamber's, I listened in interest as the Stormcloaks and Imperials fought, before I grinned.

Lifting my axe, I walked down the stairs, using my Imperial Armor to confuse the torturer, who shouted "Ah, Captain! Quick, help me put down these Rebels!"

Nodding, I brought my axe down on the back of a Stormcloak, shattering his spine with the blow.

He grunted, collapsing to the floor, his body twitching.

Continuing forwards, I slashed the axehead towards the neck of another Stormcloak, watching with glee as the blade dug deep into his exposed skin, severing his head from his shoulders.

Blood sprayed everywhere, showering me in the crimson fluid.

The Torturer breathed a sigh of relief, only to grunt as my axe slammed into his chest, lodged into his heart.

"W-What... W-Who are y-you..."

Slumping to the ground, the Torturer looked at me in anger, the light slowly fading form his eyes.

"MASTER!"

His Assistant charged at me, only to be impaled by the great sword of the female Stormcloak behind him.

Twisting her blade, the Nordic woman growled at me, kicking the Imperial off her sword.

"You'll pay for that, bitch!"

Raising her large blade, the blonde haired woman charged at me, shouting in anger.

Swinging her heavy blade down, I cringed at the sound of the metal bouncing off the flagstones, looking at her grimacing face.

"Not very smart are you?"

Before she could retort I moved forwards, swinging my axe towards her large chest.

She desperately tried to raise her blade to block it, but after slamming a heavy chunk of metal into a hard stone floor, her arms were shot.

As my axe buried itself into her chest I drew my dagger, slashing at her throat.

Choking and gurgling on her own blood, the woman collapses to the ground, releasing the great sword with a clang.

I looked around the now quiet room, smirking as I inhaled the addicting scent of blood.

Looking at the Torturer, I looted his leather hood, wearing it.

"One of the few armored hoods in all of Skyrim... sadly it wasn't upgradable... I loved using it on my characters~"

My dreads spilled out onto my right shoulder, and I grinned.

Looking down at the man, I looted his armor, equipping the now repaired and female fitted Imperial Studded Armor.

I sighed in relief, bouncing on my feet as I marveled at the mobility I now had.

My armor was pretty... mixed, as I was wearing the Imperial Studded Armor on my chest and legs, the Fur Gauntlets on my hands, Fur Boots on my feet, and the Torturer's Hood.

On my waist was my trusty iron axe, as well as a steel dagger.

The only gear I was missing from my normal load out was the Long Bow, which was coming up.

However, there was a few more things I needed from this room.

Moving towards the small circular table in the center, I scooped up the lock picks, before grabbing the knapsack, ruffling through it and tossing the book out of it, throwing it over my shoulders.

Opening my inventory, I grinned at my now 150 pounds of space.

I kinda wanted to get into Enchanting, so I could put Fortify Carry Weight on a good bag...

My eyes went wide, realizing how utterly broken Enchanting was going to be.

After all, in the base game you could only wear one ring and one necklace, and their are no earrings, bracelets, anklets, or other kinds of jewelry.

Now, however, I could clad myself in enchanted jewelry, looking like an overdressed noble sure, but an insanely strong one at that.

Chuckling to myself, I moved towards the locked cage with a mage's corpse in it.

Seeing the Spell Tome for Sparks, I grinned, before sliding a lock pick into my hands.

Kneeling in front of the lock, I fiddled with the pick and small knife, eventually opening the lock.

Thank god I spent the time to learn basic lock picking in my past...

Moving inside, I looted the mans robes and hood, before scooping up the Spell Tome.

Opening it, I frowned when it didn't just instantly turn into a spell in my mind, making me sigh.

I would have to study wouldn't I...

Sighing again, I picked up the few Septims littering the ground, before continuing on my way.

The halls eventually went from stone bricks to a mix of stone brick and actually stones, signaling I was near the cave system.

Hearing the clashing of weapons, and shouts of fighting soldiers, I quickened my pace, entering the large circular room.

Inside a dozen Imperials fought a dozen Stormcloaks, arrows flying and blades clashing as they roared at one another.

Hefting my axe, I summoned Flames in my free hand and charged forwards.

Spewing a gout of flames towards a group of four soldiers, I chuckled as they screamed, desperately beating at themselves as they tried to put out the fire.

Winding up a swing, I cleaved my axe onto the arm of an Imperial, severing it cleanly.

Closing my left fist, I widened my eyes as the flame spell coated my fist, and I punched him in the face, the fire searing and melting his flesh.

Opening my hand, the small bundle of flames returned to normal, and I grew giddy at the though of exploring magic freely.

Returning my attention to the battle around me, my eyes went wide as I watched an arrow hurtle towards my face.

Ducking, I looked over to see a sneering Stormcloak.

Well, no time like the present to try things, right?

Fueling the fire in my left hand, I chuckled as it grew from a small flame into a sphere.

Using my magicka to control it, I threw the fire towards the archer, watching as the flame impacted with his chest, eagerly spreading over his fur and cloth armor.

Screaming, he staggered to the side, collapsing into the Stormcloak beside him, allowing the flame to leap between them.

That one staggered backwards, collapsing into the oil puddle on the floor, igniting it.

Everyone stopped as they heard a loud 'whoosh' as the oil erupted, consuming the man quickly.

Taking the chance while everyone was frozen, I turned to the soldiers beside me, swinging my axe down.

The blade sunk deep into the mans torso, and as I wrenched it free he grunted, falling backwards.

With a grin I coated my fist in fire again, slamming it into the others stomach.

With a thud he fell to the ground, sputtering as the wind was knocked from him.

However, he quickly joined the growing crescendo of screaming as the fire started burning him.

I made quick working of the rest, panting as I stood above my last kill.

Scooping up her Long Bow and arrows, I nodded when I felt them appear on my back, ready to be used.

After looting all the other arrows and daggers from the corpses, I entered the cave system, not looking forwards to dealing with the spiders.

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As you can tell, this won't use everything from the game; while fun, it'd be boring after awhile. So, I will be creating my own spells, enchantments, bringing in weapons from various other cultures or games, and creating characters, though the characters from the game will definitely be more prevalent.

Besides that, this is a book about everything in Skyrim, just with an added coating of sex. So not every chapter will be smut, but a good majority will contain it in some way.

Enjoy~

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