Got distracted, I'm in Riverwood right now, and after a series of odd adventures... Well, I'm getting ahead of myself. Suffice to say I'm not paying rent at the Inn, due to the kindness of the store owners sister.
So, Helgen. We arrive via Cart, I'm amazed by it's beauty, we're promptly swept out of the cart, and set to have our heads removed at the pleasure of our beloved Emperor. Yeah. I may not be fond of my homeland anymore, but honestly, this Empire is just as bad. I haven't even committed a crime yet, though I suppose it was only a matter of time.
Our first fellow execution victim pulls up to the block, Gets his head removed, and then it's my turn.
I would call what happens next lucky, if it weren't for the fact that it was you know, so unlucky as to be almost shameful to thank for why I am able to write this.
Dragon attack.
Helgen is gone, I escaped along with my buddy Ralof (The guy from the cart, And apparent Stormcloak, Dunno what that is really other than they hate the empire, so honestly I'm debating signing up.) We head for the wonderfully tiny village of Riverwood, with it's very very inviting hosts... And here I am.
Oh I wandered back to Helgen, it doesn't look as good as it once did, this I can tell you.
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