From the Fire..

The man awoke with a start, taking a gulp of precious air in the form of a gasp as his senses came back to him, he felt heavier, but lighter? it was a confusing feeling as the once-nerd now steel-clad man got to his knees, It seems he was in a small campsite, he lifted one of his gloved hands, covered in steel plates and leather mesh, He felt calm, eerily so, remembering that he apparently won one of the rare and elusive gamer powers, Gamers mind, without a doubt one of the strongest abilities in the world, by all means. in a world where illusion magic is a thing, and to be able to be enraged by a flick of the wrist of a more talented mage is something Raz did not want to experience, He clenched his hands, and unclenched it, feeling his hand under the protective glove, and even while being so calm about what's going on, his mind was running a hundred miles an hour, After all, one does not just get sucked into a game like that.

Taking note of his surroundings, he rubbed his chin, feeling an apparent new stubble that he owned, He had to find a mirror, or a river soon, not knowing how he looked was.. offsetting, At least he knew he remained one of the human races, lacking tail, scales, and fur.

Not that he has anything against them, in-fact, he quite loves his Khajiit and Argonian fellows, being quite unique in their own way.

"So, transported into a game, given gear, cash, and... Cheese."

He mumbled to himself, and decided to imagine the interface of the game, a satisfied smile adorning his face as he felt quite giddy from seeing the world blur, and the four arrows enter his vision, Checking his inventory, he was surprised to see everything was SkyUI styled, making him wonder how many mods, and which, existed in this world, Shuddering as he Imagined that one spell that turns people into wheels of cheese..

Checking his inventory, He saw his blade, backpack, Potato, cheese, coins, and a few spell tomes, Sparks, Flames, Frostbite, and he was surprised to see something he didn't think he'd see, Three tomes that were completely unknown to him, Earth shot, Quite costly, Alternate Ice Spike? A tome called "Mana Manipulation", and another one just called "Elemental manipulation", He gave a small hum in his mind, as his body was frozen before the screen, he "clicked" all tomes, learning all apprentice, and journeyman level spells, including the two very mysterious and aptly named manipulation spells.

"Ow! what the hell!..."

He yelped, feeling a headache overtake him, And due to not having gamer's Body, it didn't go out in a few moments, A dull pounding echoed within his skull, feeling like someone is tossing his brain like a clown's juggling ball.

'Never fucking mass learn tomes again, ugghhh'

As the headache became more bearable after a few moments, yet still pounding, he stood confused.

"I feel like I was taught how to cast these spells.. but the manipulation ones are just.. blanks? I think ill get to that later, Gotta get out of this.. forest."

As if the universe heard him, The distant sounds of hooves approached, A caravan perhaps? Merchant?, he quickly equipped his blade, blinking under the steel helm as his pursed his lips, Apparently he could just "summon" it into his hand from the inventory, Might need to hide that ability from others..

Walking towards the noise, He kept his Tanto sheathed on a leather strap placed on his hip, securing the blade firmly to his side, although it wasn't the most comfortable thing, as-well as the armor itself, He felt quite.. clunky, moving in it, Like an un-oiled construct, He mused at how he's even able to carry himself under all that steel, he REALLY needed to find a Mirror..

"Stop! Who goes there?! If your a bandit you'll think twice before you approach us, Unless you want to be sent to Sovengarde!"

A rough voice shouted, He lifted his head in momentary alarm before once again he was calmed down by the one probably most broken ability he had in his new arsenal, quickly he lifted his hands up in a placating gesture, and spoke.

"I'm no bandit! I'm a traveler! just got lost in a forest after a less then pleasant encounter with a pack of wolves!"

He called out, slowly walking forward until the trees and bushes cleared, revealing a paved road, on it stood a horse that looked a little alarmed from his presence, and a wagon with a fancy-looking man, Probably the Merchant, Who looked quite spooked at the armored man's arrival, Two leather-armored men, Nords by the look of it, slowly approached him, one sheathing his large iron war-axe, and the other still keeping a firm hand on his drawn blade, holding a banded iron shield in the other, he spoke once more, his gruff voice demanding.

"If you ain't a bandit, Take off your helmet, Friends got no need to hide from each other, after all. if you're a friend that is.."

Understandably, the man was suspicious, probably the experienced one from the two of them, and Raz complied, placing both hands on his helmet and slowly pulling it up, revealing his.. Breton-like face, Not that he knew.

"What's a Breton doing on the road to Helgen? Got some business there?"

The Nord asked, Raz nodded, noting that he's probably a Breton if the Nord was anything to go by, taking the helm and holding it in his hand as his other rested by his side.

"Yep! Name's Raz, Yes, i know it's an odd name, Nice to meet you."

The suspicious Nord calmed down, sheathing his weapon, yet still firmly gazing at the steel-clad man, the other one looked downright confused.

"Raz? What kind of name is Raz?"

the other, much more friendly sounding Nord inquired, sounding genuinely confused by the odd name.

"It's an odd name, but that's my name! Say, you mind if I stick with you fellows until we get to helgen?"

He asked the pair, they looked at one another, shrugged, and nodded, keeping on walking, and with them the horse kept moving once more, pulling the wagon, Raz stood there and was.. a bit surprised how easy it was to convince them, He wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, however, as the more gruff Nord looked at him with no small amount of suspicion, Man, was this guy on edge.

Understandable though, Can never be TOO sure.

"So, What's your names?"

Raz asked the pair as they kept walking, choosing to walk next to the friendlier sounding Nord, not wanting to stay next to the irate, sword wielding man lest he earns himself a stab in the side, the friendlier looked at Raz, smiling.

"The name's Ysramor, and the angry man is my brother, Ysramir, Our parents weren't really all that creative, as you can see.." He let out a small chuckle, looking forward with a fond expression as his brother gave an indigent snort.

"Don't talk about Mother and Father like that, Yrsamor, You know they gave us their all." The displeased Nord voiced, crossing his arms and giving his brother the stink eye, to which he responded by sheepishly looking away and scratching the back of his head, as to Raz simply gave a chuckle, finding the pair of brother's to be quite funny.

"So, parents aside, how close are we to Helgen?" Raz shot another question, a few moments passing before Ysramir answered instead, "Three hours, so long as nothing comes to try and find us, like those wolves you mentioned."

And as if to mock them, a couple of howls were heard, sounding quite close to their position, followed by another from their rear, everyone were on alert, even the merchant who didn't participate in any conversation pulled out a small dagger from his hip, looking quite afraid of his own life, his steed wasn't fairing much better, the hairs on it's mane twitching as it's tail flicked in distress, releasing a chortle from it's nose.

Within those moments, the two brothers drew their weapons, Ysramor with his large battle-axe, and Ysramir with his sword and shield, stepping forward and covering the sides, and front of the wagon, Raz, swallowing down his mild nervousness, feeling it vanish from his now Zen-like mind, drew out his Tanto, and ignited his hand, walking to the back of the wagon as all movement stopped, The three men looking out for any wolves daring to approach, and approach they did.

The growls were loud, as those rather large, and menacing wolves approached, four from the front, and two from the back of the road, slowly emerging from the bushes like very menacing actors, it made Raz wonder if this dramatic effect was supposed to look like a cutscene, He noticed one of the wolves on his side was slightly larger, and red-ish in color.

'That looks like an Alpha wolf from the game itself.. more creatures I assume..' Raz thought to himself, grasping his Tanto well, his other hand holding the Flames spell, He would've admired the flame were he not in danger, and within a moment, the wolves pounced forward from all sides, clashing with the men.

RAZ - POV

'Oh great just what i needed, a fucking tutorial fight I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO USE A SWORD'

I thought to myself. the panic quickly quelling itself via gamer's mind, I was just going to have to wing it and hope my magic will carry me, as the wolves ran, I thrusted my flaming palm forward, a small concentrated pillar of flame emerged from it, impacting the Alpha wolf, making it stagger and release a pained yelp as it ran around in panic, taking my focus off of the larger threat, I'd manage to barely sidestep the charging wolf, slashing my Tanto wildly to the side, never have I been more happy to hear a pained yelp of a canine, I hit it! a large gash was on it's side, It looked scared, in pain, switching my spell to sparks, I thrust my hand once more, hearing the electrocuted canine give a very.. electric sounding scream as the smell of roasted flesh reached my nose, in my thrill of playing "Roast the Wolf", I didn't see the Alpha, running and slamming into me as now the cooked wolf was laying there, smoking, and dead, The alpha felt heavy, however it was also injured, it's beautiful red fur singed, managing to grab it by the neck with my once spark-spewing hand, I'd ram the Tanto into the side of it's skull, the alpha quickly became limp in my grasp, i'd push it off, noticing the sounds of fighting has stopped, as well as the growling, getting up and patting myself I'd see the Ysramir patting himself off. his shield covered with blood, Probably also got hit. speaking of getting hit, that alpha was going to leave a bruise from that impact..

"Everyone alright?!"

He can talk! the merchant talks!

POV - Merchant.

'ooohhh thank the divines i'm alive.. I knew i shouldn't have gotten out on this trip today!'

Na'kir would think to himself, What a day to be a scared red-guard merchant on a road paved with stone, dirt, blood, and wolves!

A trio of "yes, yep, and an aye" would reach him, he took a look at his steed, oh his poor steed, Mili, she was paralyzed in fear!, luckily she seemed to calm down as the situation became less tense, he saw the three men pat themselves off, one of the Nords was drenched in blood- oh god is that a wolf's brain?!

Na'kir's thoughts were rampant as he fought to keep the bile down his throat. simply taking the reigns and making his beloved steed walk again, he took another look at the trio of warriors he had, he sure hope he didn't have to pay for that steel-clad man.. even though he did save him, Septims are septims, after all.

3RD PERSON POV

"Ugh, going to have to clean my armor after this.." The displeasure was voiced by Raz, the wolf left quite the smear of red on his chest piece, the dark red liquid slowly dripping down and marring his once clean armor with new battle-paint.

"Don't be such a milk drinker, it will come off with a good cloth and some water." Ysramir belittled, smiling at their new friend, Fighting with them is fighting for them, after all, still being a little suspicious of the new apparent battle-mage, he was happy to know he could hold his own against a pair of wolves, even if one of them was a little bigger then the rest, Weak warriors don't survive, after all.

"Hopefully now the path to Helgen won't be riddled with any more... obstacles." Ysramor flinched when he was about to say wolves, his brother giving him a "Don't" kind of look, choosing to smartly replace his words for something less dangerous.

Two hours later, they finally arrived before Helgen, Two guards standing at the sides of the gate, as one of them saw the Merchant and his guards come, he'd come close, asking them for identification, as he confirmed they were indeed a merchant and his guard, the two guards opened the gates, letting them in.

(A/N, Wheeew wee, that was much longer! over double the first chapter, hopefully it's well-liked, Do feel free to comment any criticism or stuff like that, first time trying to write a story, makes a guy nervous, yknow?)