Freystein's Tale
A Saga of Skyrim
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Have you ever wondered how you would adapt to waking up in Tamriel? Personally, I'm sure we'd all come to a grisly and quick end.
What about an Icelandic Viking, though? There's, allegedly, a lot of Viking in Nordic culture... but how familiar would it really be? Dragons and Elves and Jarls might be comprehensible, but giant cats, lizardmen, and Daedra? How does a Dark Age illiterate survive, adapt, and come to understand Skyrim and its dangers?
How does he cope with being Dragonborn?
How can he relate to the inhabitants?
How does he get home?
If you have the answers, please tell Freystein, he'd really like to know!
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Prologue
I am Freystein Gaefumathr, and the thing you must know about me, milk-drinker, is that I am not from these lands. I am no Nord.
I am a vikingr and it all began when I sailed with Thorfinn Karlsefni to conquer Vinland. We knew nothing of Skyrim, or Tamriel, or Nirn, only that Leif Erickson had found a rich land to the west...
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Table of Contents
Full Prologue
Chapter 1 - The Arrival
-- Author's Interlude (I)
Chapter 2 - Escape Into Despair
Chapter 3 - A Bed for the Night
Chapter 4 - The Idyll of Riverwood
Chapter 5 - Like Stealing Skeevers from Bandits
--Author's Interlude (II) (on mods)
Chapter 6 - Bad Men and Little Wars
Chapter 7 - Misfits
Chapter 8 - Embershard
Chapter 9 - Visitor in the Night
Chapter 10 - Departing Riverwood
Chapter 11 - Shedding Blood
Chapter 12 - Jarl Siddgeir of Falkreath
Chapter 13 - Warrior's Rest
Chapter 14 - A Pet of the Gods
Chapter 15 - Rain
Chapter 16 - Revenge
--Author's Interlude (III) (on life)
Chapter 17 - Battle of Bilegulch (part 1)
Freystein's Tale
A Saga of Skyrim
~*****~
Have you ever wondered how you would adapt to waking up in Tamriel? Personally, I'm sure we'd all come to a grisly and quick end.
What about an Icelandic Viking, though? There's, allegedly, a lot of Viking in Nordic culture... but how familiar would it really be? Dragons and Elves and Jarls might be comprehensible, but giant cats, lizardmen, and Daedra? How does a Dark Age illiterate survive, adapt, and come to understand Skyrim and its dangers?
How does he cope with being Dragonborn?
How can he relate to the inhabitants?
How does he get home?
If you have the answers, please tell Freystein, he'd really like to know!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prologue
I am Freystein Gaefumathr, and the thing you must know about me, milk-drinker, is that I am not from these lands. I am no Nord.
I am a vikingr and it all began when I sailed with Thorfinn Karlsefni to conquer Vinland. We knew nothing of Skyrim, or Tamriel, or Nirn, only that Leif Erickson had found a rich land to the west...
(continued)
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Table of Contents
Full Prologue
Chapter 1 - The Arrival
-- Author's Interlude (I)
Chapter 2 - Escape Into Despair
Chapter 3 - A Bed for the Night
Chapter 4 - The Idyll of Riverwood
Chapter 5 - Like Stealing Skeevers from Bandits
--Author's Interlude (II) (on mods)
Chapter 6 - Bad Men and Little Wars
Chapter 7 - Misfits
Chapter 8 - Embershard
Chapter 9 - Visitor in the Night
Chapter 10 - Departing Riverwood
Chapter 11 - Shedding Blood
Chapter 12 - Jarl Siddgeir of Falkreath
Chapter 13 - Warrior's Rest
Chapter 14 - A Pet of the Gods
Chapter 15 - Rain
Chapter 16 - Revenge
--Author's Interlude (III) (on life)
Chapter 17 - Battle of Bilegulch (part 1)
