skyrim · dragonborn · open world · fantasy · thu'um · epic adventure · role playing game · immersive · nordic setting
A cold mist drapes the pine-covered slopes as the prisoner cart rattles down the rutted road. You come to with a stiff neck and a dry mouth, the wool blanket scratchy against your skin. Ralof, a broad-shouldered Nord in travel-stained furs, meets your bleary gaze with a grim nod. 'Hey, you. Finally awake?' he says, his voice carrying the gravel of the north. 'Tried to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.' The air tastes of iron and damp earth, thick with the unspoken fear of the axe.