Skyrim: Skeleton

*Bang*

The door was slammed shut while the would be costumer turned as he was closing the door for one final middle finger to the worker manning the register.

Tyr sighed, looking at the time "I'm finally done haa..." letting out an exhausted breath.

Looking through the rest of the store and making sure no one is left so he can close up the place.

Going to the storage room and opening the door. His body halted as his eyes widen "Fuc-"

His words were silenced as his mouth was covered and the faint "shhh" of his assailant as he felt something pierce his abdomen.

It took a second for his mind to fully comprehend his circumstance but once it did his survival instincts went on overdrive as he tried to struggled his body out of the assailants hold only for his struggle further exacerbating the problem.

'I can't.. No way in fucking hell will I d..I..e' His mind screamed out but his body was unresponsive as his sight turned cloudy, losing every single sense as seconds turned to minutes until everything fully disappeared.

What should have been an unfortunate end of some random person but due to either the anomalies of the soul or the entanglings of fate.

Tyr's "end" became a once in a lifetime opportunity as his soul drifted into one of the many rifts in the universe.

A soul popped out of the many "Stars" that filled the heavens beyond Nirn, These "Stars" that functions as a hole or portal through Oblivion and Aetherius.

And so the soul fell all the way to Nirn, his appearance went unnoticed or maybe it was noticed but so what.. what value is a mortal's soul to those beings that looked upon the struggles of mortals as a mere form of entertainment that they can twist or milk to their liking.

Maybe it was his fortune that his descent was unimpeded but it was also his misfortune as his weak soul was captured by a variation of the soul trap spell only to be used as a another soldier for the necromancer's undead army.

.....

Targon commanded his skeletal servants to assemble the numerous human bones that piled up in the corner.

His face was impassive but deep within his eyes was regret at his choices 'if only I hidden my experiments more thoroughly' letting out a sigh.

"Hmm?" His sight was drawn to one of the assembled skeletons before him as it seemed to have swelled with momentary power before dimming back to normal and within his mind a connection is established

'Rise' he commanded as he pointed to the side 'Grab a weapon and guard the entrance to my tower' shifting his eyes towards his staff of soul trap and withdrawing the mana he sent in the staff as he left for his quarters.

Unbeknownst to him the newly resurrected skeleton's eyes glowed a billowing darkness before reassuming the normal appearance of a skeleton as it set off to do his commands.

.....

'What the hell is happening?' That was the first coherent thought that went through Tyr's mind as he saw his surroundings, A stone ceiling a bloodied interior, skeletons shifting through bone and a somewhat young man wearing familiar robes from a game he once played.

His mind went rampant trying to make some sense of his situation but a single word halted his thoughts as his body mechanically moved off its own volition.

'RISE'

.....

'Grab a weapon and guard the entrance to my tower' the man commanded as he left with staff in hand.

Thoughts of panic and fear that passed through his mind was swiftly evaporated with only his will to finish the task set upon by his new "Master" and with a rusted blade in hand, his back facing the ruined tower's entrance he once again regained control of his newfound body.

His skeletal hand gripped tightly at the hilt of his blade 'I became a skeleton somehow I really turned to a skeleton and in Skyrim no less' hints of disbelief still floated through his mind but reality has set in and deeply rooted itself into his mind that he has no time to think about how or why for he needs to think about what he should do next.

'This kind of circumstance aren't I just like one of those mc from that shitty site maybe if I..'

'Menu' he thought, as a grey in color box appeared before him.

????(Tyr)

Skeleton(Breton)

Lv 1

Exp: 000/100

Health N/A (Will die once vessel is destroyed)

Magicka 120/120

Stamina N/A

[Inventory]

[Blessings/Boons]

[Skills Tree]

[Spells and Incantations]

'Skill Tree'

Perk points: 1

[warrior Tree]

One-handed 0/100 - one handed mastery (Locked)

Two-handed 0/100 - Two handed mastery (Locked)

Blocking 0/100

Archery 0/100

Light Armor 0/100

Heavy Armor 0/100

Smithing 0/100

[Mage Tree]

Illusion 5/100 (+5 Breton Bonus)

Conjuration 10/100 (+10 Breton Bonus)

Destruction 0/100

Alteration 5/100 (+5 Breton Bonus)

Restoration 5/100 (+5 Breton Bonus)

Enchanting 0/100

Alchemy 0/100

[Thief Tree]

Lock picking 0/100

Pickpocketing 0/100

Sneak 20/100 (+20 Undead Bonus)

Speech (-10/100) (-15 Undead demerit) (+5 Breton Bonus)

Looking at the huge amount of zeros really making him want to curse out every single God in this world only to let out a sigh of disappointment.

'At least there's something' Closing the Window he called out 'Spells and Incantations'

And he was delightfully surprised

[Spells and Incantations]

Conjure Familiar

Flames

Healing Touch

[Special Abilities]

DragonSkin

'Finally something going my way' closing this window and calling upon 'Blessings'

(Blessings/Boons)

Universal Traveler: Gains immunity from World restrictions

Energy/Mana Affinity: Gains an easier sense of the energy that fills the world

Undead: Negates the need to Sleep, Breath or any other bodily functions

Breton mage soul echoes: memories of a Breton mage who met his foul end (Locked)

'Memories? he thought, his glowing blue eye sockets brightened at the thought what kind of knowledge the echo might hold.

'But it's locked' directing his thoughts towards the locked notification.

[1 Perk Point is needed to unlock Mage soul echoes] (Yes/No)

After a couple seconds of hesitation he eventually slightly shook his head as he thought 'while tempting there is no guarantee that the memory will be useful or not it might be just a fragment of what the mage has experienced like his childhood and on the other side it could be everything he knows'

Closing the window for now and surveying his surroundings with no one else in sight except for a couple of skeletons patrolling the area.

He began to lean his skeletal frame against the tower as he thought upon his plan of action moving forward.

———————

Time passed 3 days to be exact and after a day of thinking Tyr was able to set up a plan in motion fully comprehending both pros and cons.

Stay under the necromancer's command at least for now. (Pros: I won't be wandering blindly in the wild, the necromancer being a mage there's bound to be maps, books about magic and anything else that might be useful in his room and also free levels if some lost adventurers were to wander here where they will be beset by a large amount of skeletons and the necromancer himself) (Cons: A chance that the necromancer might find about my peculiarities and sentience and with that a fate of death or experimentation both that I'm not fond of, Possibly or should I say I will be used as cannon fodder for any enemies that might intrude upon his tower.)

Experiment on the connection that was established when the necromancer put his soul into this body. (Pros: by knowing the the limits of this connection I will be able to practice my more magical abilities without the necromancer being the wiser to my doings) (Cons: just like 1 a misstep and he might notice my peculiarities and game over at that point)

Practice my magical abilities and grind out stats by either hunting down creatures at the dead of night (Pros: Fast and easy level ups) (Cons: needs 1 and 2 to go as planned for this plan to work)

So Tyr spend his days either at the front of the entrance sensing the magicka in the surroundings and slightly manipulating small amounts of it stopping his movements from time to time checking if the necromancer is able to notice anything.

He also started to move from his spot bit by bit seeing if the necromancer can sense his movements with the connection or if it's just a bind he uses to command his minions.

.......

Targon POV

He stood at the top of his ruined tower as his stayed glued to the book in his hands.

His appearance was relaxed and focused but he soon frowned as he looked at a certain part of the forest in the horizon.

Closing his eyes 'A connection was lost huh? I wonder who's brave enough to wander all the way out here?' Closing the book as he got up from his seat as he casted [summon familiar]

A ethereal raven appeared out of thin air sending the raven to where the connection disappeared as he commanded "Go" seeing his familiar he proceeded to cast [Share sight] he then began to see what the familiar sees.