I survived! Just as I was about to beheaded, a dragon caused a ruckus and I was able to get to safety. But that begs another question. Where’d that dragon come from? They haven’t been seen for hundreds of years. This journey began as I tried to cross into Skyrim…
I was to be beheaded along with a group of Stormcloaks, the Skyrim loyalists who are attempting to break from Imperial control. As I laid my head on the chopping block that dragon came out of nowhere, killing many, and practically destroying Helgen, the town I was brought to. The dragon caused chaos; it was remarkable how powerful it was! Luckily, Hadvar, a fellow Nord and I escaped via a tunnel and we made it to safety after fighting a handful of Stormcloaks.
When we were safe, he and I made our way to Riverwood, a small village nearby. Hadvar’s uncle, Alvor lived there and he promised me shelter. Hadvar is a member of the Imperial Legion and suggested that I should join and fight the Stormcloaks. Nord’s like us aren’t common among the Legion ranks but he was very convincing in his reasoning. He believed the Imperials offered the best chance for peace. I shan’t make a decision yet. I’ve only been in Skyrim a few days and need to get my bearings.
While in Riverwood I met with many, if not every, resident and offered to lend a hand to the shop owner, who just recently had a valuable item stolen from him. With a lead I traveled to Bleak Falls Barrow, a nearby Nordic shrine. Sure enough there were many bandits there and I did come across the shop keeper’s item. He rewarded me with a meager amount of gold but I was glad to help; I feel better introduced to my surroundings and the people now.
It’s been a rough couple of days and it looks like there’s much ahead of me. Alvor wants me to travel to Whiterun to send word of the dragon attack to a person named Jarl. Hadvar has been very persuasive in recruiting me for the Imperial Legion, but it’s no time to make a decision. Tomorrow I must head for Whiterun and deliver Alvor’s message.