u/KikiWinterAutumnWolf

Wish there was animated album covers on YTM. I think this would be cool if the picture we placed on our Playlist could switch to animated album covers. I'm using Orchard, but connected to my YouTube Music account. I honestly think the dev who owns Orchard is doing an amazing job with this app, so I use it a lot. ☺️

I'm searching for light & dark fall/autumn songs like in these paintings. I'm not picky, just getting ready for the fall season and would love to listen to something on my drive to work in the mornings.

Paintings Used:

Autumn Stream & Waterfall-D. Cline

Splendor of Autumn-Bob Ross, 1993

A Perfect Fall Day-Thomas Kinkade Studios, 2020

Autumn At Apple Hill-Thomas Kinkade Studios, 2020

Fall Colors-Terry Isaac, 2001

Call of Autumn-Terry Isaac, 1995

I like to add the titles and names of the painters of these images because they're beautiful. You can use them as references. :) Thank you for your help! Edit: I'm a first time poster as well!

Hello, guys! :) I have not posted a Chapter 4 yet because I've been busy in real life. However, I am working on the story and will editing Chapter a 1, 2, & 3. But, I decided to create a Character Profile (an updated one if I have done one before & can't remember) Anyways, here it is:

Name: Serrin Dawnstone

Age: 24 years old.

DOB: 4E 177 Loredas, Sun's Dusk

Height: 5'6

Weight: 128 lbs.

Eye Color: Amber

Hair color: Black

Personality: Intimidating, caring, humorous (sometimes), adventurous, curious

Siblings: One, a sister named Sorren (they share the same mom, but not the same dad) However, when Serrin was only 5, Sorren was taken from Serrin's life and Serrin never saw her again until later.

Powers: Dragonborn, Dawnstone Curse, Destruction Magic, Conjuration, Restoration

Wields: Swords, daggers, and a bow.

Incompetence: Alchemy

Other Names: Daughter of Dawnstone, Dragonborn

Misc. Info: The Dawnstone Curse has three phases. I won't reveal them because they're mentioned in the story and her appearance changes throughout the story, however, which appearances belongs to which phase.

Phase 1: White eyes (no, she's not blind) but her eyes are entirely white.

Phase 2: Black eyes (again, no she's not blind) but her eyes are entirely black and her hair changes either white or red depending on her emotions.

Phase 3: Ancient Dawnstone tattoos & Dragonborn tattoos appear on her entire body, her eyes are entirely black and her hair remains white, but once she pushes the curse back within her, she's able to revert to her normal human form.

I'll make up the names for each Phase later, but this is her profile. Hope you enjoyed reading. :)

Note: I made these versions of her on a website, so it's not AI. And her skin does darken because well, she's stays out in the sun while traveling.

You can now reply to replies in the notifications tab. I think this is really cool. :)

Thank you for animated album covers! I think this is a cool feature! 😊🌌🖤 Its the app Orchard, go check it out! I believe the owner of the app posted it on YTM subreddit. :) Just wanted to shout-out how cool this was.

I enjoy finding animated art while listening to music! It's so nice to see it. :)

Exactly as the title says. I'm happy to be listening to all my music(from top to middle to bottom). It's like listening to an entire playlist in a different perspective. That's exactly how I like it. Yes, my app is updated. Also, they took away the Premium User message. I do have Premium YTM, but the message is gone. Glad it has disappeared. 🤗 YTM may not be perfect, but they're going somewhere. ❤️

Finally got comments on YTM PC app. I'm so happy. I think these additions on the site are really nice. :) And you're allowed to sort on the site too. ^^

The first chapter of my Skyrim fanfic is posted on Royal Road! Feel free to read. ☺️

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/181546/sd-journal-a-tale-of-a-dragonborn/chapter/3701013/i-helgen

I'm so happy! ☺️❤️ Thank you, YTM! Edit: Sorry for the missing context. I mean to say Sorting for Playlist is here.

I've posted the first chapter on Royal Roads, but I'm waiting on approval for my story. (Will take 48 hours it says) I am excited to be sharing it on a platform where fantasy stories thrive and endure. This has been a fun and exciting little project for me while I play Skyrim for hours, thinking how Serrin will react to each situation. I am eager to show readers her struggles and joys throughout the story. I'll leave an 'Edit' comment on the post, revealing if it was approved or not and share a link to the story if it was approved. :) Above image: the cover for my story. (No, that image is not AI. I made this on my own using an editing website online. I can prove it)

Edit: My story has been submitted. https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/181546/sd-journal-a-tale-of-a-dragonborn here's, the link.

(Hello, I've deleted my last journal entry posts because I have decided to fix some plot lines within it. The story will remain the same, however, I want to add more to my OC's story and deepen it. So, I've begun to write the story, although I will be posting it in an app called Royal Road. Maybe not this month but at a later date this year. I'm a hobbyist writer and I'm working on two other stories as well so, making a character rp on Skyrim was not on my list. But...when I write, I'm a bit of a perfectionist and will rewrite or tweak until I like what is created. That's just me as a writer and I know nothing is perfect. Writing the first chapter to Serrin's story has been an amazing experience from what I'm usually used to. I'm a worldbuilder and create entire worlds. As I wrote Serrin's first chapter to her story, I felt really happy and enjoyed it a lot. I'm so happy with it although I'll be editing it of course before posting on RR. I'll post the journal entry on Reddit, though. The story will have many details including some more on Serrin's backstory as well. The reason I won't post on Reddit is because it is a long story. And I don't want it deleted in case it goes against the rules here or on Reddit ToS. It'll be a very mature story. I apologize for this long passage of explaining myself. Without further words, here is the entry)

I was on a wagon that led to Helgen, a town near Riverwood. The wagon carried prisoners of war, a Stormcloak soldier, Ralof, a horse thief, and the Jarl of Windhelm, Ulfric Stormcloak. My mind was fuzzy and I couldn't remember a thing before I was put in this wagon. It's like someone erased my memory.

However, I wasn't a criminal or maybe that term applies to people who only do evil for evil deeds. I committed crime to survive. The Imperials made it unfair and I was forced to steal, lie, and cheat my way out of life.

Maybe I deserved to be in that wagon and it was my own actions that led me here, but I refuse to believe that because I can't remember!

At first, Ralof was suspictious of me. Then, the horse thief begins to blame them for his arrest. He said if they hadn't started this war, he'd be on a horse and halfway to Hammerfell.

As we neared the gate to Helgen, we saw Genereal Tullius, a man who'd only been in his station a few months and began to turn the tides of this war. They say he's brutal, especially when achieving his goals for the Empire. I despised the man...

We stepped off the wagon, only mere minutes before our heads would be severed from our necks. The horse thief begged to be let free and ran off when the captain of the Imperial guard ordered the archers to shoot him down. He died after the first arrow, falling onto the ground like deer.

Then, General Tullius appeared right beside Ulfric, saying lies like the Empire trying to bring peace to the realm. I laughed at his words when he said the Empire was trying to bring peace to Skyrim and it earned me a smack across the face along with a shove. He looked at me, then my lips, and I understood what he was thinking. I've always had the eyes of men, some letting their eyes linger for too long and others coveting what they couldn't have. I ignored them and many others who stared. If only my hands were free, I'd show the general what I was capable of doing for looking at me in such a way.

But, I dared not to antagonize the man any more for I knew he was rotten underneath and would not want to see what he was like if pushed too far.

The first man to be beheaded was a man, another captured Stormcloak soldier, who still had pride in him right before his final moments. What an inspiring tale to tell to kids, wishing to be a Stormcloak soldier.

I felt sorrow for his death, knowing he was only fighting for a cause started by Ulfric and died at the hands of those who followed a tyrranical rule.

After him, I was next.

The guard put me forward, searching for my name among their lists. It was there, but no crime was listed. Yet still, I was to go to the chopping block.

If this was my fate for my misdeeds, I'd welcome it for I may have been deserving of such a thing. As the headsman was about to throw his blade on my neck, something made the earth shake. The headsman fell, knocking him unconcious.

I remembered the beast on the keep. How its black bode encompassed the whole area and the sight of dragonfire spreading throughout the town. It roared, scattering everyone in its mist with flames.

My feet moved before I could even process what happened. I ran with Ralof when I heard the dragon speaking a language I'd never heard. It flew into the air, burning more houses and other keeps.

Ralof and I happened to make into a keep that was not destoryed where Ulfric was found. He went after the dragon, letting us escape. I followed Ralof, wanting to get as far away from Helgen. But the dragon bashed its head through the side of the keep and blew fire inside. We took cover, waiting for the dragon to leave.

I jumped across the keep to a half burning home with a steady floor. The house was still hot from the flames, however, it stood amongst the other places in Helgen that were burned to ash.

We ran again, going into another keep and escaping through it. Ralof and I took down Imperial guards, killing them. In the torture chamber, a female Stormcloak was there. Her name was Freya. She slayed down a man and seemed to know Ralof. I saw a look in her eye, one that sparkled upon seeing his presence.

She tagged along as we entered through a cave, fighting. When I told them how I felt about the war and my disapproval of it, Freya was angry.

Ralof told Freya to go to the side and he revealed that her father was killed then, she was forced to sleep with the man who killed him. The two were supposed to be married, but he knew there was no way he could ever apologize for what happened. Ulfric had called all the men from their village, leaving the women and children defenseless. Her hatred for the Imperials were justifiable.

I could never understand what Freya went through or how she managed to fight for the man who took her fiance away.

We escaped the cave and Freya left for Riverwood. Ralof said he had a sister there named Gerdur, who would could hel me out.

I ventured to Riverwood, searchin for this woman and found her near a mill. She resembled Ralof in her features, but their personality differed. Gerdur was grateful for my help in helping Ralof escape Helgen. My presence caused her doubt in Ralof's story to disappear. I revealed to her that if weren't for her brother, I'd be dead.

She gave me a key to her house and said I could stay, then requested I get guards from Whiterun to protect Riverwood from the dragon. I accepted her request before getting some rest in a room in her house.

During dinner that night, I asked Gerdur a difficult question, one where I was sure it would offend her. However, she answered honestly. Later, I went for a swim in the river and took my time.

The water was refreshing, taking away the stench of Helgen. I didn't want to leave, nor face any unseen events that would transpire in the coming days. Although, I knew there was no choice.

I had to find out who put me in the wagon and what was the reason for the dragon's appearance. A difficult task that would surely take time to accomplish.

After the bath in the river, I slept some more.

In the morning, I walked the roads of Riverwood, overhearing the gossip surrounding Helgen. People beleived Ulfric caused the dragon to arrive and save him from the Imperials. I couldn't listen to anymore, so I made it back to Gerdur's home to have breakfast. I would leave right after.

Gerdur disliked the rumors regarding Ulfric and the dragon. When I was ready to leave, I was given provisions from her and began to travel to Whiterun.

It was a long journey with even harsher weather and dangerous wildlife. I made it to the city, but was met with hostility from the Whiterun guards.

I tried to be intimidating to them, although, that seemed to only upset them. I told them I had information on Helgen and the dragon attack and I was let in.

Whiterun was a large city with many people of different origins. I could hear kids laughing, people conversing with one another, and the ramblings of an old man in another area.

I went up the steps that led to Dragonsearch, the castle within Whiterun. I'd heard tales of the infamous castle and even ones involving dragons. Looking upon it, I found myself amazed by the enormous size and the architecture of the place.

I entered, meeting with the Jarl, who was guarded by a Dunmer elf by the name of Irileth. The Jarl, Balgruuf, was a man ripened with age, who appeared to be worn. I told him of Helgen, lying about why I was really there and relayed Gerdur's request for protection of Riverwood. He seemed to know Gerdur and told Irileth to send men to protect the people.

After, I was guided to the court wizard's quarters, where I met Farengar Secret-Fire. Once we were left alone, Farengar became suspicious and questioned me of my presence at Helgen. I grew angry at the man when he said I was to go to a crypt, Bleak Falls Barrow, and retrieve an item for him: the dragonstone. His last words caused my blood to stir, but I didn't give in to my anger. I left, making my journey to the crpyt which took a few days to travel to.

At the entrance, I was met with a bandit, who drew an arrow at me. It was the first time I felt fear coursing through my veins. He spoke of fame and power, wanting to take it. I recalled my own family seeking the same thing only to be met with their own demise.

The bandit was offended by my words as I tried to tell him that his search was wasted. He proceeded to attack me, then hold me against my will while trying to take advantage of my unconcious state. His hands held my wrists tightly and I could feel his fingers inch closer to my leg. I kicked in the middle of his legs, causing him to groan and weaken.

I grabbed an arrow, then stuck it in his eye. I kept stabbing him until blood gushed out from his face. Tears flowed from my eyes and I finally removed myself from him. Before I entered the crypt, I wiped my face and went in. There was no time to stay in a state of madness.

I killed two more bandits and was faced with draugr. It was the first time seeing a draugr. When I was younger, they seemed less horrifying than they actually were in books. I took them down with my bows, acting on strategy rather than haste to survive.

When I stepped into another room, a giant spider appeared from the cieling. I fought it with difficulty and unable to shoot my arrows as it chased me. Instead, I used a dagger to stab it in the eye, killing it. The spider squealed in pain, dying of its brutal wound.

Then, a man called me, stuck in a spider's web. The spider spun him into a coccoon, attaching to a wall of web. I was to help cut him down and he would help me get through the next door as I needed a key to enter.

Helping the man, I used my destruction magic fire to incinerate the web. He fell to the floor, running away. I shot him in the back with an arrow, stealing the key from him, and using it to open the door. It was a golden claw, a key I have never seen.

Once the door was open, I walked into the room to see a large curved wall with symbols. They glowed, whispering my name, calling me. I drew near to the wall, stepping on stone steps, and coming closer. A power was entering my body, lying dormant with in me. As I turned, the coffin popped pen and a large draugr came out of it, wielding a battleaxe.

The draugr swung the axe at my chest, where I recoiled from the blade, and used my bow and arrow. I shot arrow after arrow, aiming at the draugr's skull to kill it.

During the fifth shot, the draugr had fallen, its bones breaking apart.

I raided the oversizded chest, taking a potion, armor, and weapon while taking the dragonstone.

In Whiterun, I paid for a room in the Bannered Mare, resting for the rest of the day. The next day, I caught sight of a hooded woman leaving Farengar's quarters and returned the dragonstone to Farengar. H was glad to recieve it, however, his behavior towards me was still ill. I told him what had happened, how I was almost raped by someone. He felt guilty and asked who it was that had done it.

I said I had taken care of it.

Irileth walked in, asking for Farengar and I to come meet with the Jarl. There was a dragon sighted. I went with them, meeting in an upper floor above the throne.

A Whiterun guard stood next to the Jarl, frightened. His helmet was off and he panted as if he just ran across a field.

The Jarl addressed the man, asking him about what happened at the Western Watchtower. He spoke with fear in his voice, eyes wide like the dragon was close by, and a jittery demeanor.

Jarl Balgruuf offered him food and rest in the barracks while asking for my help. He was appreciative of my efforts to help the court wizard and asked that I help with killing the dragon. I was given permission to buy property within the city as well as choose a weapon or armor from his personal armory as a token of his appreciation.

Irileth gave a disappointing look in my direction. She seemed to despise my presence and relatonship to the Jarl.

I chose leather bracers which helped me deal more damage using bows.

I stopped at Belethor's General Goods to buy arrows befre heading to the Western Watchtower, where the dragon was flying in the sky. It burned half the watchtower, destroying it.

Whiterun guards were burned as the dragon drew a fiery breath while they fought the beast. I stood on the highest rock, shooting arrows and killed it. The dragon fell on its side, saying, " Dhovakin, noo!". It died a few seconds after.

Suddenly, I felt an immense power being transfered to me from the dragon. I absorbed the life force of the dragon until it was nothing but bones. The Whiterun guards began to whisper amongst themselves. I could only hear certain words, while still remaing confused about what happened. Then, a Whiterun guard came up to me, raisng his head.

I asked him what they were whispering.

He replied that I was the...Dragonborn.

I made the mistake of taking a job from the Arentino boy in Windhelm after he performed the Black Sacrament. It was to kill a woman, who was the caretaker of children at an orphanage in Riften. Grelod the Kind. If that she ever was… 

 

Watching Grelod after sneaking into the orphanage, I found her to be distasteful to the children. Her kindness was scarce just as the kids’ parents. I hid in her bedroom, readying my bow and arrow, dipped in poison. When she slept, I made the kill and told the Arentino boy that Grelod was dead.  

 

The news had spread like wildfire, and the Dark Brotherhood caught wind of it. I slept in an inn…thinking I was getting rest when I was being kidnapped instead.  

 

I awoke in a shack, looking up at a woman clothed in red and black armor. Half of her face was covered. She said that she was part of the Dark Brotherhood and that I had stolen a job meant for her faction. In order to repay what I had done, I needed to kill one of the three people tied before me.  

 

The act alone was…insane. But I had no choice as per her words. I killed khajit with an arrow. Then, I found out the woman before me was Astrid, leader of the Dark Brotherhood… 

 

She had sent so many of her people after me. I had the urge to kill her but…she wanted me to join her organization.  

 

Astrid gave me the key to the shack and let me go free. I decided to join the Dark Brotherhood in hopes of searching for myself. Whether I was truly a murderer and I enjoyed it or I could be something more. In this faction, innocence was obsolete. 

 

After joining, I killed three more people, and then another, fulfilling a contract for man named Nazir in the Dark Brotherhood.  Astrid said a woman in Markarth performed the Black Sacrament and I was to go to her. She said I was able to keep whatever payment was given to me.  

 

I met the woman in Markarth, known as Muiri, who wanted me to kill a bandit leader and a woman in Windhelm, although, I didn’t have to.  

 

Twice…I killed once more.  

 

The insatiable hunger to plunge my arrow through someone was feeding me…I couldn’t help except…find a small enjoyment of it. The curse was slowly taking a hold of me. Back at home, the curse was called the Dawnstone curse. If you were of the bloodline from Dawstone, you would attain the curse.  

 

I could feel the curse boiling my blood. The power to kill someone…make them feel helpless as I was. It had been part of the reason my family killed. We were helpless because we faced poverty, forced to live off scraps and never having the power to rise above others. So, they took lives. And eventually, their own.  

 

Before fulfilling Muiri’s request, I came upon a man who was standing next to a strange house. He stopped me in the streets of Markarth, asking if I heard anything strange coming from it. I told him I hadn’t and went on my way.  

 

I killed the man who broke Muiri’s heart and a woman in Windhelm until I was spotted shooting her with an arrow. I spent a few nights in a cell and pondered my choices.  

 

It wasn’t the first time I had been caught, nor would it be the last. As I served my time, I slept a lot. It was the best sleep I had gotten in a while without the sounds of laughter or some drunk bard singing poorly. My mind was at ease for a small amount of time.  

 

I was let go from prison and given my things back.  

 

Leaving Windhelm, I headed back to Markarth, where Muiri paid me. She was grateful for my services. I took my leave from her and walked past that strange house from earlier.  

 

My heart pounded in my chest. As I stood near it, I could feel a dark and ominous presence. The curse began to take a hold of me again. My fingers itched for my bow and arrow.  

 

The man appeared once again, asking for my help. He wanted me to watch his back while he was inside. I agreed, stepping into the house.  

 

Inside, the air smelled wretched like spoiled food…or death. I could hardly breathe. The man before me went into another room, so I followed. The smell of air grew even stronger as we dove deep into another area. He ran back and I could hear a strange voice.  

 

It said _weak. He is weak. Kill him. _ 

 

Without thinking, I pulled my bow from my back and took out an arrow. I put it into the bow then aimed it at the man’s head. My vision was blurry, cloudy. Before I could stop, the arrow released from my fingers and into the man’s head.  

 

The voice commanded me to go deeper into the house and I did. I saw a rusted mace in an altar. As I was about to grab it, metal bars shot from the floor and caged me.  

 

I was being spoken to by Molag Bal, the Daedric prince. Harvester of Souls. My blood curdled in my veins. The scent of blood filled my nose.  

 

Molag boasted about how people would kill the weak in his name and the house would fill with blood of those killed. But that ceased when a priest of Boethiah arrived. He instructed that I was to find a man, who was a priest of Boethiah, a god he despised. The priest would come to cleanse the house of Molag. However, the priest was captured and I was to free him from his captors. The Harvester of Souls intended to kill him.  

 

Without question, I left and went to a deep cave. The Forsworn were there, shooting arrows and coming to kill me. I took two of the Forsworn out with my arrows dipped in poison before going into the cave.  

 

After attacking three more and killing them, I freed the priest. He was hesitant at first about how I knew of his whereabouts, so I paid him septims. His first act of freedom was to go to the house in Markarth.  

 

I made my way back, seeing the priest. He ran lower into the bowels of the house. Molag Bal had captured him in the same cage I was in like prey. I slowly came, standing behind the cage.  

 

Molag told the priest he had finally caught him and he had a champion. The priest was shocked to know that I was his champion. Molag told me to grab the rusted mace and so, I did.  

 

I was to beat the priest until he submitted to the Harvester of Souls. The curse in me was taking over like a disease spreading throughout the realm. I took hold of the mace’s handle, feeling the cold metal in my hand.  

 

It had the stench of blood on it from countless uses by others. I lifted the mace up, seeing the old priest still standing tall in the cage as his eyes looked at the weapon.  

 

I swung it through the bars of the cage, hitting him on his back. I kept hitting the priest, hearing metal come into contact with skin and bone. The sound rattled in my ears, filling the curse within me with satisfaction.  

 

The priest finally submitted after a few more beatings, hunched over. Molag Bal was pleased by this. The last task was to kill the priest. I swung the mace one last time at the priest's head and heard a loud crack in the air.  

 

He fell, dying in a pool of blade. Molag laughed, thanking me. Then, he revived the power of the mace and went on his way. He said whenever I use the mace that he’d always be with me.  

 

When I was outside, I gasped for air and my senses came back. The curse subsided in my body, resting inside. I looked down at the mace in the leather placeholder at my side and saw the blood. The mace was glowing purple; the eyes of Molag Bal staring at me. And for a second, I thought I heard his laughter coming from the mace.  

 

I realized I killed two innocent men for a weapon which was of pure evil.  

 

Tears spilled from my eyes that night, falling on the pavement.  

Fredas, 27^(th) of Last Seed  

 

The journey has been long with no hope of answer for my readiness of being the Dragonborn. My family has suffered at the hands of accumulating power, killing everyone from within and ending my family line.  

 

I fear of becoming them…one taste of power and I’d hunger more for it.  

 

Every time my bow pierces someone’s heart, I ache for another arrow to a person. My blood rushes and I feel anger. The curse my family was consumed by would soon consume me too.  

 

I’ve been fighting the draugr in caves, looting the crypts for septims and potions, or any new weapon and armor. Then, I saved two cryptids, ancient bugs, that were trapped in cages by the Saints and Seducers. I slayed every Saint with my bow, killing them with rage at their barbarity towards the insect.  

 

As for the Seducers, I left none alive. After taking the two insects on my journey, I have found there are more companions in need of saving. I bought a traveling goat as well.  

 

Whenever I enter a town, the talk of dragons grows more. It makes me believe that the dragons coming back are part of a darker plan. And I’m at the center of it. Someone drugged me…I was about to die…And a dragon appeared.  

 

This was no accident.  

 

I needed to tread carefully in searching for who I was. If I didn’t, I could end up dead with no one to save me.  

 

In order to become stronger, I must acquire what is needed to help in my battles against evil. I have to test my limits and capabilities. And bring myself to the test if I am able to lead and cast the doubts that plague my mind. If I can do this, then I am able to become the Dragonborn and learn who it is that I am.  

 

Even with curse haunting me…I have to learn to control it. Or suffer becoming the very thing I refused to be. 

Sundas, 17th of Last Seed

My head was fuzzy from whatever poison was administered to my mead. I only remember drinking my sorrows away and reminiscing about my old life. However, I awoke behind the wagon that was being horse-drawn by the Imperial guards. I was with a Stormcloak guard named Ralof, a horse thief, and the Jarl of Windhelm, Ulfric. 

But, my crime was nonexistent as my memory. We made it to a place called Helgen, where we would be beheaded for our crimes. I was put on the chopping block, my head turned as the executioner was about to sever my head from my neck when a dragon appeared. It stood on the roof of a house, blowing fire everywhere. 

Everyone within dispersed like rats on the street, avoiding the dragon. I followed Ralof into a tower, listening to everything he was telling me. Ulfric was there as well, hiding from the dragon. 

I went up the stairs with Ralof as the dragon burned a hole through the tower. Ralof instructed me to jump across to a burning home. I ran, then jumped onto a hot, wooden surface. 

My heart was pounding in my chest as I did so and my legs moved faster than a deer's feet. I made into another tower where I met Ralof again. A Stormcloak guard was found dead inside. 

He instructed me to take the guard's belongings, saying he wouldn't need them anymore. I changed and took a weapon. An axe. In my other hand, I had fire coming from the palm of my hand. 

We managed to make it to a dungeon as Imperial guards were there torturing other Stormcloaks. I fought with Ralof, killing them the axe and burning them with my destruction magick. The two of us kept going after they were gone. 

In a cave, Ralof and I navigated into rocky passageways, killing spiders and a large bear. Once we were out of the cave, we found ourselves safe from the dragon. He said we should split up to avoid any suspicion, but that I should go to Riverwood to speak to his sister, Gerdur. 

I traveled the perilous forest full of bandits and wild animals, striking anything that sought to harm me. 

Once I was in Riverwood, I found Gerdur and spoke to her about the dragon. She seemed shocked and frightened before offering me supplies. I gladly took them and she said that I had to warn the Jarl of Whiterun of this dragon and bring protection to Riverwood. 

I left Riverwood, heading for Whiterun. 

The guards at the front gate were not letting me in. I tried to intimidate them, but they were more vigilant than afraid of me. When I relayed that I had information on a dragon, I was let in. 

The Jarl was named Balgruuf. He had a captain named Irileth, who was protective of him. I told the Jarl of the dragon and of Gerdur's concern for Whiterun. He told Irileth to send guards to Riverwood. 

Then, I was to meet the court wizard. He wanted me to fetch an artifact, the dragons' tone from Bleak Falls Barrow. 

I had no idea what I'd find in such a place, however, I knew that it would be a dangerous mission. Still, I needed to do this task if I wanted to survive. Whatever the payment was for doing this would be great. 

I set out to Bleak Falls and found bandits there. 

My arrows met their chests in one swift shot. I could hear the arrow pierce their hearts in an instant. Then, I fought the draugr. I found myself in a large part of the cave of Bleak Falls, seeing a wall with cryptic symbols of which I had no understanding of. Though, a row of symbols seemed to glow and absorb itself into my body. I awoke something called a shout. 

I took the dragonstone and returned it to the court wizard in Whiterun. 

He was appreciative of my hearts, except it wasn't his job to reward me. As I was about to see the Jarl, a guard approached us and said to the court wizard that he was to see the Jarl at once. I followed him, needing to speak to the Jarl myself, but he was pressed into another matter. One of his guards witnessed a dragon flying overhead the Western Watchtower. 

Irileth was to go out there and gather information. I went with her, hoping to take down the dragon. The dragon flew all around us, dodging our flying arrows and stopping low so more arrows missed their shot. 

I drew my bow, aimed the arrowhead at the dragon, and followed it with the tip. My eye was on the silhouette of the dragon, readying myself for the kill. I shot the arrow, letting it free into the wind. It flew high, going towards the dragon. Damage was done, but the dragon was still not dead. He landed on the ground, breathing fire and moving its head in our direction. I dodged the dragon's fire and used frostbite magick to use against it. The dragon was helpless against my ice. 

His body chilled, causing his fire to do less damage to me. I used all the ice on him, hoping to kill the dragon. Soon, the dragon was weakening until it had fallen. Its last words were " Dovakhiin, noooo!". The dragon had perished shortly afterward. 

I stood there, staring at the dragon. 

Suddenly, the dragon began to release some kind of energy. It was bright yellow and blue. The energy was being directed towards me, seeping into my very being. I felt...power. 

Once the energy was gone from the energy, the only thing left were the bones. One of the Whiterun guards came to me in awe, saying I was dragonborn. 

They said I absorbed the dragon's soul and took its power. 

Irileth was the only one to not believe what had happened. Instead, she said that the dragons were able to be taken down somehow. This is what she understood. 

When I came back to Dragonsearch, I was met with the Jarl. He informed me that the Greybeards had called on me and I was to make my way there. 

However...I was still unsure of the responsibility and what it brought. Power...at the shout of my own voice. I couldn't accept such a power, not yet…

Serrin Dawnstone. Thief. Survivor. Dragonborn....

Growing up, Serrin didn't have the easiest upbringing. Her family were murderers because of a curse due to dark magic. She decided to become like them for fear she'd be cursed like them. Kicked out of the family home at the age of seven, Serrin was forced to live life on her own. She went through starvation, eating the scraps animals ate out of a trough. Serrin had to choose: die at the hands of hunger and poverty or live through the hell and rise from the ashes. Choosing to live, she learned skills such as lockpicking, stealing from others, and lying. She was good at it, but hated it when someone told her what to do. She became intimidating towards them. Serrin had a knack for using a bow, one-handed weapons, and the arcana.

As years went by, she became a survivor through her troubles. Until, one day, someone had drugged her and she was found at the back of a wagon, where Imperial guards had put her. She had no love for the Imperials, but she didn't show it. Then, as her head was about to be severed from her neck, a dragon arrives at Helgen. After Serrin is saved, she embarks on a journey of blood and power.

This is my character from Skyrim and yeah, she's modded. But, I love being able to create a character and see her come to life. Used to play Skyrim years ago without mods so, first time modding the game. It is great to be back, though, and trying something new.

Pleases S6....allow us girls wearing dresses to ride sideways like they do in the movies. It's so weird riding like this and I had no idea the dresses would be weird looking while riding...😭

Edit: I know it wouldnt likely be possible for them to add a saddle but kinda wish the dress would at least crumpled on the horse or something. I can't log on to show anymore screenshots as I'm not home but will show eventually.