Dovakin dovakin....

James was sitting on his chair in front of his pc, his fever was high and he would cough repeatedly every few minutes, the blankets that covered him did nothing to help him with his shivering, covered in cold sweat hi's hand reached for the mason jar with warm tea that was in front of his keyboard.

"fucking rona" his voice was broken and it sounded more like a croak than anything else.

He launched Skyrim special edition, while the game was launching he checked his temperature, it was extremely high, he took the pills that he had on the side of the table and swallowed, chasing them down with some warm tea.

He checked for any new or interesting mods in the shop, but nothing of note, he had already quite a few, like the mods to increase carrying weight thanks to belt pouches, the mod that allows you to wear capes, some aesthetic ones that improved the way armors looked, he loved the golden engravings in the ebony armor, other mods helped improve gameplay, like the one that gave you extra perk points so you did not have to grind to level 250 to have all the trees maxed out, a few mods added more options for smithing, enchanting and alchemy. the magic mods were also insane, adding completely new schools of Magica, some of them were really overpowered.

after clicking continue and loading his current gameplay he inspected his character, a level 63 Nord, in full Ebony armor with a white fur cape, he had a strapped ebony blade to the hip and an ebony shield in the other. In this playthrough, he was playing a spell blade. for long distances, he would either use his bow or magic, but if the enemies got close he would smack them easily with his melee weapons.

before starting to play he needed to use the restroom, he unwrapped himself from his cocoon of blankets and rose from the chair that he has been sitting on for the last few hours, after taking a few steps he felt a sharp pain in his chest, it was so painful that he groaned while clutching where his hearth was. his vision became blurred and he stumbled around losing balance before collapsing on top of his keyboard, his last thoughts were 'thank god I recently deleted my browser history

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He did not know how long he spent floating in the darkness, but soon after he started hearing distant sounds of waves, slowly his nostrils picked up on the smell of salt, humidity, and algae. he felt regaining his sense of touch, he was laying on his back, his bottom half was submerged in some water and the waves that he was hearing rocked him back and forth gently. as his vision cleared he noticed that he was wearing some sort of helmet, it covered his entire face and left a window for his vision yet his vision field was not as bad as he expected.

he felt heavy as he lifted himself up on his elbows and looked around, he was stranded on some shore, after looking down at himself he found that he was wearing the modded ebony armor from Skyrim.

Panic started to set as he rose to his feet. around him there was driftwood from was looked like a shipwreck. he turned around examining where he was, sandy shores as long as the eye could see, next to the shore started grasslands and he could spot some distant hills in the background, and small patches of woods littered the horizon.

movement caught his eyes as he saw a dark figure move in the distant grass fields, after getting a better look he found out it was a horse, pitch black, it was feeding on the grass that grew under its hoves.

Slowly he approached the horse and recognized it, it was not difficult since he could make out the very distinctive black mare.

"Shadowmare!" he screamed getting the attention of the horse, he whistled and soon the dark figure approached him in a light troat, stopping right in front of him, its glowing red eyes were eary and made it an even more imposing beast than at first glance.

He petted the horse's nose getting happy sounds in return.

"crap, now I'm my Skyrim character?" he asked himself while looking at his armored gauntlets.

He remembered how he made his character, at the time he was also playing LOL so with some male facial mods he made a Nord that resembled Garen. he named the prisoner Garen Crownguard and with a different mod he altered the character size and made him a giant, not a literal giant but his character size was scaled up and he was a Nord that was almost 2 heads taller than the other npc's

it explained why Shadowmare looked fairly smaller than he would have expected the warhorse to be.

leaving Shadowmare to her snack of grass James, or better said Garen now wanted to experiment with some of his magic spells, he felt them somewhere, like an invisible limb he could call upon.

After some minutes he was able to cast the basic Flames spell, he directed the flame torrent projected from his hands towards the sky, feeling the drain of Magica as he kept channeling the spell.

After a few more minutes where he experimented with some restoration and conjuration spells, he was positive about a few things.

on one note was that he never really ran out of magica, but after exhausting his pool of magic it started to drain his vitality making him tired at an alarming rate, and he was positive that if he kept on channeling and casting spells without letting his mana recover he would either pass out or in the worst case die, not that he wanted to find out.

"all right, here goes nothing" he mentally prepared, moving that new limb that he has identified as internal energy and shouting "FUS!" it did not drain his stamina, or mana, nor vitality, but he did feel like he had to wait a few seconds for him to be able to shout once again without problems. before the 'cooldown' went off he quickly decided to try to shout once again to see what would happen "FUS!" this time the shout was lesser in power and his throat hurt as if he just had damaged his vocal cords. after couching a few times he saw blood.

With a quick cast of dual channel of basic healing spell, he soon felt his throat recover and go back to normal, or at least close to normal.

Now he knew that he could shout even when he had it on cooldown but it would hurt him and it would probably be used as a last resort in combat, the last thing he needed was to be reliant on casting heals as he fought with someone that pushed him that far over the edge, also he suspected that the stronger the shout and the more words used would damage him far more seriously, maybe even leave some permanent damage and make him unable to shout anymore, worst case make him a mute.

"all right, let's see where we are at. can't stay here any longer" Garen said as he approached Shadowmare. still wraping his head around the fact that he was now Dovakin, that he was no longer James Smith but his character in Skyrim. Garen Crownguard.

as he mounted Shadowmare he noticed a scroll attached to the side of the saddle of the horse. he picked it up and was about to open it before he hesitated.

"Gods, please, don't let it be an Elder Scroll" it did not look like an elder scroll but he did not want to take any chances, a little prayer was a small price to pay for a little ease on the mind.

he opened it and it read.

"Hey there James, or should I better call you Garen now? doesn't matter.

This is ROBerta but my friends call me Bobbi. good news! you are dead!, oohh wait, those are the bad news.

The good news are that I was bored and snatched your soul and imported your Skyrim character into the world of planetos, you will have all your powers and abilities from the game, some of them had to be adapted to be able to work on this world but don't worry, you will figure it out on your own, I bet it will take some time to get used to it.

hope you have a good time, can't wait to see the butterfly effect you will have down the line, it almost makes me moist down there.

with love

Bobbi

<3 XoXo <3

'Dfuck is this letter? also, I got ROBed. fucking great. are those heats and kisses at the end of her letter?' before he could continue a new text appeared at the bottom of the scroll.

PS: A gift for you to remember me, love.

Garen felt his chest on fire, he reached inside his breastplate and pulled out the amulet of thalos that he had equipped, it was burning him, the metal was glowing and soon after the amulet of thalos transformed into what looked like some anime figurine in some scampy looking clothes, it was winking and blowing a kiss.

"very fucking funny Bobbi" he muttered as he channeled Heal to recover from the fresh burns on his chest. He then placed the Amulet of ROBerta back under his chest plate.

"status!" nothing happened, "inventory" nothing again. "map!" no luck.

He started cursing under his breath, he knew how to use the magic and shouts on instinct, but somehow his other options like the skill trees, map, and inventory functions were not there. there had to be a way, Bobbi said that she has adapted his game mechanics to be compatible to this world of "planetos" whatever it was, it sounded familiar but he could not quite place as what exactly.

Garen rubbed his face in frustration and groaned, then he noticed on his left hand he had three rings that were not there from the game, one on his middle and another one on his index, and the last one on his ring finger.

he tried tapping the rings with his thumb but that brought no results, he tried waving his hand around in a useless attempt for them to do something to no avail. finally, he tried to channel some of his magica towards the rings.

The first one was a plain golden ring, lt let him feel a storage space, making him realize it was a spatial ring or a ring of holding, inside he had what he remembered carrying in his inventory, from his other weapons and armor to potions, alchemy ingredients, crafting components and other misc items.

The next ring had a green emerald gem on top, after a short channel he could feel that he was able to summon his house from the Hearthfire expansion, his instincts told him that once placed it would spawn the home, but it would be permanent and impossible to move.

the final ring had a big Saphire as a gem adorning it, after a quick channel he saw a mental image of what he thought was this world. he was on the western coast of a long continent somewhere around the middle. soon realization struck and he almost shouted in anger. he was in Westeros, somewhere in the Riverlands, he had no waypoints at the moment, but he knew that the islands to the west where the iron islands, to the south, were the westerlands, he recognized some important and very distinctive landmarks of Westeros.

Garen ground his teeth in frustration, but suddenly relaxed, as much as he liked The Mannis he did not want to have an 8-foot pole stuck up his ass as he did, one is more than enough for all of Westeros.

Garen mounted Shadowmare and decided to ride north, if he was not mistaken there should be a port town up north of his position. what was it called? Sea Guard? or something like that, it was one of the first ports to be attacked after the squids burned the Lannister fleet in Lanisport.

Garen could not help it, and just as he urged Shadowmare to ride forward with a quick nudge with his legs he said

"And now it begins" He smiled as he rode north, the humid air that crept through the gaps of his armor felt refreshing on his skin.

some 100 yards away a crow was perched on a branch of a sapling observing all of his movements. "begins! begins! begins!" it screamed before leaping in the air and flying away.