A splitting headache began to torment me and I began to wake up. While furrowing my eyebrows and massaging my forehead, I began to feel the smell of vomit and shit all around me. Above me, I could only see the dark sky of the night and some noise coming from the side. All of a sudden, a hush of years' worth of memories came to my head and then I got up and looked around.
"What the fuck…"
I didn't know what was going on, but some weird memories suddenly appeared on my head… the most recent one was of me getting in a fight with a drunken soldier and then having my nose broken and then I was thrown in this dirt alley. However, I would never do that… the memories of the bar were also weird. It was too old. When I checked the surroundings, I confirmed that the memories were real and I could see something else too.
Name: [Bronn, The Dragonborn]
Race: Nord
Gender: [Male]
Level: 1
XP to Next Level: 100
Race Description: Citizens of Skyrim. The Nords are tall and fair-haired people. Strong and hardy, Nords are famous for their resistance to cold and their talent as warriors. They are also known for their fierce battle cries.
Racial Abilities & Powers
Battle Cry (Power):
Effect: Targets flee for 30 seconds
Use: Once per day
Nord Frost Resistance:
Effect: 50% resistance to Frost damage
Magic
Flames: Flames is a novice level Destruction spell that deals fire damage and sets targets on fire, dealing 30% of the immediate spell damage and scaling down quadratically over 0.1 seconds, commencing 1 second after impact. Cost: 08 Magicka per second.
Healing: Healing is a novice level restoration spell, which will slowly restore the health of the caster. Heals the caster 10 points per second.
Shouts:
Attributes
Health: 50/100
Magicka: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Carry Weight: 25/300
Armor Rating: 15
Skills
Combat Skills
One-Handed: 20
Two-Handed: 25
Archery: 15
Block: 20
Smithing: 20
Heavy Armor: 15
Stealth Skills
Light Armor: 20
Sneak: 15
Lockpicking: 15
Pickpocket: 15
Speech: 20
Alchemy: 15
Magic Skills
Destruction: 15
Restoration: 15
Conjuration: 15
Illusion: 15
Alteration: 15
Enchanting: 15
Equipment
Clothing:
Leather Shirt, Leather Pants, Leather Boots and Leather Gloves
Weapons:
Iron Sword
Items:
None
GENERAL STATS
Quests
Main Quests Completed: 0
Side Quests Completed: 0
Misc Objectives Completed: 0
Daedric Quests Completed: 0
Guild Quests Completed: 0
Radiant Quests Completed: 0
Combat
People Killed: 0
Animals Killed: 0
Creatures Killed: 0
Undead Killed: 0
Daedra Killed: 0
Automatons Killed: 0
Favorite Weapon: —
Magic
Favorite Spell: —
Dragon Souls Collected: 0
Words of Power Learned: 0
Shouts Learned: 0
Shouts Mastered: 0
Crafting
Potions Mixed: 0
Weapons Improved: 0
Armor Improved: 0
Enchanted Items: 0
Crime
Bounty: 0
Largest Bounty: 0
Locks Picked: 0
Pockets Picked: 0
Items Stolen: 0
Assaults: 0
Murders: 0
Trespasses: 0
Jail Time: 0 days
General
Days Passed: 0
Hours Slept: 0
Hours Waited: 0
Standing Stones Found: 0
Locations Discovered: 0
Books Read: 0
Skill Increases: 0
Training Sessions: 0
Gold Found: 0
Chests Looted: 0
Ingredients Harvested: 0
Souls Trapped: 0
Barters: 0
Persuasions: 0
Intimidations: 0
Bribes: 0
I don't remember what I was doing before going to sleep, but I certainly wasn't a drinking. I had some crazy parts before, but neither of them made me have such a weird dream.
I stopped to think for a second, wondering if this truly was a dream. If it was a real one, it was the first time that I had a dream that smelled so bad. The dark alley had seen better days. In any case, I raised my right hand for a moment and then thought of equipping the magic flames there… in the next moment, flames erupted from my hands, but they didn't burn me.
'Just like in the game… but why is this happening?'
I had no idea why this was happening. The memories in my head weren't mine—they belonged to Bronn, a sixteen-year-old Nord who'd been tossed into this filthy alley after a drunken brawl. But the weird part was that the memories felt real, like I was living through them, and there were huge gaps where important events should have been. It was as if I'd been dropped into Westeros long before everything I knew had even started. This wasn't just a dream. It felt like I was trapped in Bronn's life, stuck in a version of this world that hadn't yet become the one I remembered from the series.
I wasn't some powerful hero yet, just a kid with bruises, a rusty iron sword, and a handful of magic I barely understood. But what I did have was knowledge, knowledge of what was coming, what dangers waited beyond this alley, and what choices could shape the future. The footsteps echoing around the corner reminded me there was no time to waste. No save points, no do-overs. Just me, Bronn's body, and the raw, brutal reality of a world that suddenly felt too real to ignore. What I decided to do next could mean the difference between survival or being lost in the shadows forever.
'Is this truly a dream? Should I cut myself to confirm it?'
This was a bit too far. The smell of shit and the pain in my nose should be enough. In any case, I decided to change my magic and soon touched my nose. In no time, it began to glow, and the pain disappeared.
'Well, even if it is a dream, I guess I can enjoy the situation until it ends. No point in worrying too much about it.'
I was just a young mercenary, barely sixteen, but I already had some experience in fighting, enough to know how to handle myself when things got rough. The memories of this body were a bit disturbing, fragmented, and strange, but they didn't bother me for long. In this world, there was no room for hesitation or self-pity. It was the kind of place where you did what needed to be done to survive, no matter how ugly or brutal the path.
The alley, the pain, the stench. They were just part of the harsh reality I'd been thrown into. If I wanted to live, I'd have to adapt fast. Forget the past, the doubts, and the questions. This was a world where strength, cunning, and willpower meant everything, and I wasn't about to let some strange memories or an unfamiliar body stop me from fighting for my life.
'Well, now what?'