Skyrim Fanfiction Book?

[dan2megaming]

Hey guys! I have an idea for a fanfiction book for Skyrim! But i need help! I would really like for people to back me up with ideas, lore, and a storyline for a book. I want to write at least 300 pages of just straight ideas from you guys packed into one story. Anyways, long story short, I wrote this whole thing once, and my computer shut down, and I have to re-write it. So sorry if it is edgy, or sloppy. I am just going to write a bunch of ideas I have off the top of my head.

So here's my idea:

 

I rose up from the damp, dark cave I was engulfed into. My eyes were hit with the bright orange color of a fierce fire destroying the once beautiful plains I was overlooking. "What is going on!" I yelled to my Stormcloak friend. "A waging war..." he muttered. A war? I was supposed to be home! In the motherland! I was told Skyrim was made of cities with towers that could go so high they would touch the toes of Talos, nice people, beautiful mountains that tickled the clouds, and plains that could stretch far enough to reach the end of the galaxy. "A war? Who is fighting it? Why!" I asked. I was so frustrated. I was told of beautiful lands. I was told, "You must go back to the Nordic lands. Don't let them take it away from you!" as my father said. "If you want to know why we fight, you must know why we suffer. We suffer because the Imperial scum is taking away our lands. They are stripping us from our nordic ways. Allowing Elf scum and cats to walk these lands!" he yelled. He was so sure of himself. I could have hit him right there. Burning down the homelands of his own people, to win a war to take back those homelands. "If you keep fighting, there will be no homelands to go back to! Stop this madness now!" I shouted. I was enraged by his selfishness. "Skyrim belongs to the Nords!" he said. He thrusted his shoulder against me. I fell right on my back, I was immediately out of breath. But my anger engulfed me. As I opened my mouth to yell at him, a thundering shout exploded from my voice. The soldier had trouble keeping his balance. "You... You are the one! The only true savior to our lands! Go, go! Go to High Hrothgar! It's on the top of the mountain overseeing Ivarstead! I can take you there, but we must go, now! Around the plain, into the mountains!" he explained with confidence. I could save his lands? End the fighting? If so, I must do it! But then again, why should I trust him? "Why should I trust you? You just knocked me off my feet!" I asked. "You need to trust me, because you are the Dragon-born."

 

Is that a good start to a book? I mean, I know it is a little all around, and I can fix it, for sure. Just leave your ideas, lore, or any comments. Thanks for reading! :thumbsup:

[Georgiegril]

There is a board dedicated to fiction, but you might have missed it because it doesn't come up if you just click on the skyrim forums. You can find it here, hope that helps!

[gsmanners]

There's also the Bethsoft forum FWIW.

[dan2megaming]

Hey guys! I have an idea for a fanfiction book for Skyrim! But i need help! I would really like for people to back me up with ideas, lore, and a storyline for a book. I want to write at least 300 pages of just straight ideas from you guys packed into one story. Anyways, long story short, I wrote this whole thing once, and my computer shut down, and I have to re-write it. So sorry if it is edgy, or sloppy. I am just going to write a bunch of ideas I have off the top of my head.

So here's my idea:

 

I rose up from the damp, dark cave I was engulfed into. My eyes were hit with the bright orange color of a fierce fire destroying the once beautiful plains I was overlooking. "What is going on!" I yelled to my Stormcloak friend. "A waging war..." he muttered. A war? I was supposed to be home! In the motherland! I was told Skyrim was made of cities with towers that could go so high they would touch the toes of Talos, nice people, beautiful mountains that tickled the clouds, and plains that could stretch far enough to reach the end of the galaxy. "A war? Who is fighting it? Why!" I asked. I was so frustrated. I was told of beautiful lands. I was told, "You must go back to the Nordic lands. Don't let them take it away from you!" as my father said. "If you want to know why we fight, you must know why we suffer. We suffer because the Imperial scum is taking away our lands. They are stripping us from our nordic ways. Allowing Elf scum and cats to walk these lands!" he yelled. He was so sure of himself. I could have hit him right there. Burning down the homelands of his own people, to win a war to take back those homelands. "If you keep fighting, there will be no homelands to go back to! Stop this madness now!" I shouted. I was enraged by his selfishness. "Skyrim belongs to the Nords!" he said. He thrusted his shoulder against me. I fell right on my back, I was immediately out of breath. But my anger engulfed me. As I opened my mouth to yell at him, a thundering shout exploded from my voice. The soldier had trouble keeping his balance. "You... You are the one! The only true savior to our lands! Go, go! Go to High Hrothgar! It's on the top of the mountain overseeing Ivarstead! I can take you there, but we must go, now! Around the plain, into the mountains!" he explained with confidence. I could save his lands? End the fighting? If so, I must do it! But then again, why should I trust him? "Why should I trust you? You just knocked me off my feet!" I asked. "You need to trust me, because you are the Dragon-born."

 

Is that a good start to a book? I mean, I know it is a little all around, and I can fix it, for sure. Just leave your ideas, lore, or any comments. Thanks for reading! :thumbsup:

 

 

There is a board dedicated to fiction, but you might have missed it because it doesn't come up if you just click on the skyrim forums. You can find it here, hope that helps!

Hey thanks man! I am really new to this site so I haven't looked around much! So thanks a lot. Appreciate the kindness.!