DRAUGR REINCARNATE (Skyrim X HP)

Fourth Era, Year 201

I was born 670 years ago.

For 30 years I lived a life all men strive to live. A peaceful life.

War and slaughter were rampant as Emperor Tiber Septim razed through the land to unite the continent of Tamriel.

But I was far, far away to be involved in the matters of the mighty.

I was a Nord, a noble at that. But I was scared. Scared of death, scared of people dying.

My house participated and rallied behind the mighty emperor but I chose to stay. Stay here in my safe haven of mine.

The walls of Whiterun and the castle of Dragonsreach protected me from what transpired outside of it.

The next five years tested, my patience, my cowardly nature, and how much pain I can bear before I broke down as a human.

My father died or just resumed his journey to Sovangarde in the name of his king Talos.

My mother, could not bear the pain and after two years of loneliness, she broke down and went to the afterlife.

My brothers still fought for the dreams of the mighty, the unification of Tamriel, but I had had no news for them for too long which worried me.

What broke the dam was the corpse of my sister, from the battlefield. She was entitled to the Sword of Skyrim after her might had brought fear into the heart of her foes and respect from the allies.

She was a true warrior, in every sense and there I was envious of her.

And I was disgusted with myself.

In Skyrim, warriors were looked up to.

But I was incapable, incapable of picking up the sword, incapable of protecting the weak, and incapable of leaving my home to take part in a life of glory and Sovngarde.

I was envious of her, not her accomplishments but the way she had no trace of fear when she picked up the sword when we were kids.

I remember her dream to be a mercenary leader, how she roamed around the streets ignoring any prejudice of coming from a merchant family or any other discrimination.

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Dripp...

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It was the year 895 of the second era.

I was 31 years old and had a kid, my cute Alina with my wife.

Emperor Tiber Septim's victory was inevitable against the Elves of the dominion and the mages of the south.

And I still lamented upon my fears and wishes alike.

Recruitment for soldiers was also at its peak. Nordic men were high in demand as we had our bodies forged of steel.

I was conflicted.

At that time I had my son, Akato, named after the dragon god of time, Akatosh, and Alina, my daughter, and wife. But...

But the sword called me, it called me to come to the battlefield.

My sister's sword- a black Daederic artifact. It called me in my dreams, in my mind, in my soul, it called me.

And I was greedy. Greedy of the praise, the respect, the glory the sword could bring me. I picked it up. I picked the sword and unfound courage showered onto me.

I had the newfound courage to seek the blood of my enemies. Defeat to brought down on my opponents and death be married to the living.

Looking back at that time,I remember my father often saying, "You have no enemy" to me while I was but a kid. Now those words make much sense to me.

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I was blinded by the sword as I listed, leaving my family aside to join the frontlines.

One year- I razed through the blood of my enemies, making a name for myself. Wrath of the North they called me.

I had become a hero of Skyrim, not as big as the nightly Talos but not a small one either.

Soon the war against the Alderi dominion and the others subsided as Talos took over, conquerors the whole of the Tamriel,making the Septim name a royal one.

The third era of man had been declared by the emperor of Tamriel, Tiber Septim.

Peace was returning in the realms of men, elves, and Khaljit alike.

But I was greedy, I was still out for blood as my cravings still were not subsiding by the defeat of the races we fought against.

Greed not for more power, but for the euphoric sensation of being fearless.

I joined a group of Dragon priests to become as mighty as a Dragon, but destiny had other plans for me.

The Priests were soon defeated as the emperor got a little hint of it and we had to hide, under crypts in dungeons where we hid from the eyes of men.

After years we became weaker and weaker, and upon death, what greeted me was not the door to Sovangarde but the curse of the undead.

I became a Draugr, an undying beast of no mind, and haunted the crypts for centuries after the first Emperor had set foot on Tamriel.

I was provided with one task, to protect the world below the living and its treasures and it has been a painful, fearful, and hateful journey which had me forget my ties with the living.

I roamed and slept for a long time until today someone seeks to wake me up from this peaceful torture.

I am a Draugr Death Overlord, or whatever it means according to this man before me who seeks to give me life, a different one, severing the ties from the realms of the world of Tamriel to do his bidding in other worlds of men.

And who am I to choose?

Years passed and I am just a Draugr with the sole purpose of protecting the crypt and killing the intruder.

I am a mindless undying beast who betrayed someone, somewhere for something, and am passing the sentence from the gods for forsaking the human race and siding with the dragons.

I choose what is chosen for me.

My thoughts are jumbled up and I am incapable of collecting them, but if death had come to embrace me, an undying cursed soul, who am I to reject the god's gift?

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/Omniverse/

I am Death the twentieth, the personification of the end of life.

Today I was going through the folders of my predecessor, who was also Death the Nineteenth but retired because of mental trauma or something like that.

As the new Death, I have people to impress so I am doing my homework with cases.

/File-Deadpool/

"This is still a pain, from the time of the first death, eons ago, I wonder when will this project come to an end."

/File-Thanos/

"This one is a pervert, still running behind Death after he fell into love with Death the Third. I should announce the new Death is a male- or am I?"

/File-Draugr who should be human/

"Yeah Yeah, same old

/Deathly hallow-

"What the fuck! Draugr which should have been human?"

I skimmed through the file, and then re-read it briefly and then again re-read for no mistakes in my comprehension. Because this was BULL-SHIT!!!!

/Draugr death overlord/

/Universe- Elder scrollls/

/Birth- 12th of Sun's height, 2E- 860/

/Death- should have been 3E- 002, but due to interference of Molag Bal(expand) and Death the eighteenth was cursed to be undying Draugr for the fun of it/

/Current status- Undying living in the depths of Skyrim, roaming tirelessly as he tries to remember his origin/

"SHIT!!!