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Lambert held his head in his hands as he tried to make sense out of what he just heard, 'Cyrodiil? Border crossing? Imperial Ambush? Thief? Mac and cheese?... Wait no, how the hell did this thought suddenly pop up?', Lambert rubbed his hair.
Suddenly the skinny man spoke to the blond man, "Damn, you Stormcloaks, the empire was fine before you came along, nice and lazy. Could have stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfall by now," he then looked at Lambert, "You there, we shouldn't be here, it's these Stormcloacks the empire wants."
"Were all brothers in bonds now, thief", The blond man retorted.
"Shut up back there", the coach driver suddenly yelled, clearly irritated by the rambling of the prisoners or maybe because he had to drive a carriage in the snow. Lambert could see that the man was shivering, clearly not used to the cold air, and it would have helped if he wore something warmer. Sleeveless armor? No pants just a tunic covering the crotch with a few leather strips over them, 'his balls must be at an all-time small right now', thought Lambert as he looked at the freezing Imperial with pity in his eyes.
Lambert had long filtered out the blond man and skinny man's voices, and of course the occasional grunting of the gagged man.
'Looking at the current situation, I am either in Skyrim...I think, or my memories of the game are bad and I am just in some random magical world with a few similarities.'
Lambert still had some doubts, that is until he heard the blond man speak to the skinny man in a stern voice, "Watch your tone, you are speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm."
'Skyrim', Lambert finally nodded in confirmation, he could no longer doubt it the similarities of his current situation and the one he remembered from the game were too great.
After confirming his current predicament Lamber relaxed a bit, he had noticed previously that he only had the strength of himself at his prime, which means he only had the strength of Lambert when he was at his strongest, this would have made more difficult worlds challenging, but in Skyrim, even if he could not compare the power levels to the game, he felt confident.
'First to get out of here', he thought as he looked around, he was a bit confounded since not only was the only thing binding him a leather strap around his wrists, he was also on a carriage surrounded by woods, the only close guard being the carriage driver. There were a few soldiers on horses, but galloping with horses throught a forest was a bit dangerous, not only could they easily break their legs if they misstepped in a hole or other difficult terrain, but the thick underbrush and trees made gaining speed very difficult.
"...Hey thief, where are you from.?", 'Lambert had his plan and finally focused on the rest of his surroundings, just in time to hear the Blond man's question which he remembered was named Rudolf or something like that.'
"Well it's been a pŀėȧsurė", Lambert suddenly said, surprising the trio that had been riding with him since it was the first time they heard him speak, but even so what happened next was even more surprising and something they would never forget for the rest of there lives.
With a backward flip Lambert jumped off the carriage, his movement caught the eyes of the soldiers riding behind the carriage. Yelling at the carriage driver as they made their way to Lambert that ran straight into the forest, expertly moving through the underbrush, sometimes even doing a few aerodynamic tricks that would make the most renowned of acrobats blush with the shame of their own lack of skill.
Some imperial soldiers immediately took chase, with some of the braver...or more stupid riding their horses' full gallop after him. They were either stopped by the bushes and plants or had their horses trip as their hooves got caught in some tree roots or slip on loose rocks. One unlucky imperial got unsaddled by a low hanging branch.
While making his dashing escape lambert flexed his muscles a bit and tore off the leather strap as if it was paper, he was about to change his direction when he saw two wolves closing in on him from the front, not thinking much of it he charged at them giving the front one a kick to the jaw as he backflipped, leveraged against a tree before, jumping towards the second with a roundhouse kick, suffice to say both wolves died in an instant from severe trauma to the head from being exposed to too much awesomeness.
'Maybe I should have just run past them', Lambert thought as he looked at the two bloodied and very dead wolves, 'Force of habit I guess, he shrugged and continued running.
It wasn't long before the Imperials stopped chasing and Lambert escaped, he eventually found himself back on a road again, which seemed to be heading to a town called Falkreath.
Following the road with a slow-paced walk, Lambert made his way towards the city, while enjoying the beautiful sights all around him. He couldn't help it Skyrim was like something from a painting, it was just beautiful no matter where he looked.
Suddenly Lambert took a step back.
Swoosh*
An arrow shot past him, if he had not dodged it would have hit his knee, Lambert focused his gaze on the foolish skeleton archer that shot at him, with a weird look on his face.
"Damn! Almost became a city guard"
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Lambert held his head in his hands as he tried to make sense out of what he just heard, 'Cyrodiil? Border crossing? Imperial Ambush? Thief? Mac and cheese?... Wait no, how the hell did this thought suddenly pop up?', Lambert rubbed his hair.
Suddenly the skinny man spoke to the blond man, "Damn, you Stormcloaks, the empire was fine before you came along, nice and lazy. Could have stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfall by now," he then looked at Lambert, "You there, we shouldn't be here, it's these Stormcloacks the empire wants."
"Were all brothers in bonds now, thief", The blond man retorted.
"Shut up back there", the coach driver suddenly yelled, clearly irritated by the rambling of the prisoners or maybe because he had to drive a carriage in the snow. Lambert could see that the man was shivering, clearly not used to the cold air, and it would have helped if he wore something warmer. Sleeveless armor? No pants just a tunic covering the crotch with a few leather strips over them, 'his balls must be at an all-time small right now', thought Lambert as he looked at the freezing Imperial with pity in his eyes.
Lambert had long filtered out the blond man and skinny man's voices, and of course the occasional grunting of the gagged man.
'Looking at the current situation, I am either in Skyrim...I think, or my memories of the game are bad and I am just in some random magical world with a few similarities.'
Lambert still had some doubts, that is until he heard the blond man speak to the skinny man in a stern voice, "Watch your tone, you are speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm."
'Skyrim', Lambert finally nodded in confirmation, he could no longer doubt it the similarities of his current situation and the one he remembered from the game were too great.
After confirming his current predicament Lamber relaxed a bit, he had noticed previously that he only had the strength of himself at his prime, which means he only had the strength of Lambert when he was at his strongest, this would have made more difficult worlds challenging, but in Skyrim, even if he could not compare the power levels to the game, he felt confident.
'First to get out of here', he thought as he looked around, he was a bit confounded since not only was the only thing binding him a leather strap around his wrists, he was also on a carriage surrounded by woods, the only close guard being the carriage driver. There were a few soldiers on horses, but galloping with horses throught a forest was a bit dangerous, not only could they easily break their legs if they misstepped in a hole or other difficult terrain, but the thick underbrush and trees made gaining speed very difficult.
"...Hey thief, where are you from.?", 'Lambert had his plan and finally focused on the rest of his surroundings, just in time to hear the Blond man's question which he remembered was named Rudolf or something like that.'
"Well it's been a pŀėȧsurė", Lambert suddenly said, surprising the trio that had been riding with him since it was the first time they heard him speak, but even so what happened next was even more surprising and something they would never forget for the rest of there lives.
With a backward flip Lambert jumped off the carriage, his movement caught the eyes of the soldiers riding behind the carriage. Yelling at the carriage driver as they made their way to Lambert that ran straight into the forest, expertly moving through the underbrush, sometimes even doing a few aerodynamic tricks that would make the most renowned of acrobats blush with the shame of their own lack of skill.
Some imperial soldiers immediately took chase, with some of the braver...or more stupid riding their horses' full gallop after him. They were either stopped by the bushes and plants or had their horses trip as their hooves got caught in some tree roots or slip on loose rocks. One unlucky imperial got unsaddled by a low hanging branch.
While making his dashing escape lambert flexed his muscles a bit and tore off the leather strap as if it was paper, he was about to change his direction when he saw two wolves closing in on him from the front, not thinking much of it he charged at them giving the front one a kick to the jaw as he backflipped, leveraged against a tree before, jumping towards the second with a roundhouse kick, suffice to say both wolves died in an instant from severe trauma to the head from being exposed to too much awesomeness.
'Maybe I should have just run past them', Lambert thought as he looked at the two bloodied and very dead wolves, 'Force of habit I guess, he shrugged and continued running.
It wasn't long before the Imperials stopped chasing and Lambert escaped, he eventually found himself back on a road again, which seemed to be heading to a town called Falkreath.
Following the road with a slow-paced walk, Lambert made his way towards the city, while enjoying the beautiful sights all around him. He couldn't help it Skyrim was like something from a painting, it was just beautiful no matter where he looked.
Suddenly Lambert took a step back.
Swoosh*
An arrow shot past him, if he had not dodged it would have hit his knee, Lambert focused his gaze on the foolish skeleton archer that shot at him, with a weird look on his face.
"Damn! Almost became a city guard"
Lambert held his head in his hands as he tried to make sense out of what he just heard, 'Cyrodiil? Border crossing? Imperial Ambush? Thief? Mac and cheese?... Wait no, how the hell did this thought suddenly pop up?', Lambert rubbed his hair. Suddenly the skinny man spoke to the blond man, "Damn, you Stormcloaks, the empire was fine before you came along, nice and lazy. Could have stolen that horse and be halfway to Hammerfall by now," he then looked at Lambert, "You there, we shouldn't be here, it's these Stormcloacks the empire wants." "Were all brothers in bonds now, thief", The blond man retorted. "Shut up back there", the coach driver suddenly yelled, clearly irritated by the rambling of the prisoners or maybe because he had to drive a carriage in the snow. Lambert could see that the man was shivering, clearly not used to the cold air, and it would have helped if he wore something warmer. Sleeveless armor? No pants just a tunic covering the crotch with a few leather strips over them, 'his balls must be at an all-time small right now', thought Lambert as he looked at the freezing Imperial with pity in his eyes. Lambert had long filtered out the blond man and skinny man's voices, and of course the occasional grunting of the gagged man. 'Looking at the current situation, I am either in Skyrim...I think, or my memories of the game are bad and I am just in some random magical world with a few similarities.' Lambert still had some doubts, that is until he heard the blond man speak to the skinny man in a stern voice, "Watch your tone, you are speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm." 'Skyrim', Lambert finally nodded in confirmation, he could no longer doubt it the similarities of his current situation and the one he remembered from the game were too great. After confirming his current predicament Lamber relaxed a bit, he had noticed previously that he only had the strength of himself at his prime, which means he only had the strength of Lambert when he was at his strongest, this would have made more difficult worlds challenging, but in Skyrim, even if he could not compare the power levels to the game, he felt confident. 'First to get out of here', he thought as he looked around, he was a bit confounded since not only was the only thing binding him a leather strap around his wrists, he was also on a carriage surrounded by woods, the only close guard being the carriage driver. There were a few soldiers on horses, but galloping with horses throught a forest was a bit dangerous, not only could they easily break their legs if they misstepped in a hole or other difficult terrain, but the thick underbrush and trees made gaining speed very difficult. "...Hey thief, where are you from.?", 'Lambert had his plan and finally focused on the rest of his surroundings, just in time to hear the Blond man's question which he remembered was named Rudolf or something like that.' "Well it's been a psur", Lambert suddenly said, surprising the trio that had been riding with him since it was the first time they heard him speak, but even so what happened next was even more surprising and something they would never forget for the rest of there lives. With a backward flip Lambert jumped off the carriage, his movement caught the eyes of the soldiers riding behind the carriage. Yelling at the carriage driver as they made their way to Lambert that ran straight into the forest, expertly moving through the underbrush, sometimes even doing a few aerodynamic tricks that would make the most renowned of acrobats blush with the shame of their own lack of skill. Some imperial soldiers immediately took chase, with some of the braver...or more stupid riding their horses' full gallop after him. They were either stopped by the bushes and plants or had their horses trip as their hooves got caught in some tree roots or slip on loose rocks. One unlucky imperial got unsaddled by a low hanging branch. While making his dashing escape lambert flexed his muscles a bit and tore off the leather strap as if it was paper, he was about to change his direction when he saw two wolves closing in on him from the front, not thinking much of it he charged at them giving the front one a kick to the jaw as he backflipped, leveraged against a tree before, jumping towards the second with a roundhouse kick, suffice to say both wolves died in an instant from severe trauma to the head from being exposed to too much awesomeness. 'Maybe I should have just run past them', Lambert thought as he looked at the two bloodied and very dead wolves, 'Force of habit I guess, he shrugged and continued running. It wasn't long before the Imperials stopped chasing and Lambert escaped, he eventually found himself back on a road again, which seemed to be heading to a town called Falkreath. Following the road with a slow-paced walk, Lambert made his way towards the city, while enjoying the beautiful sights all around him. He couldn't help it Skyrim was like something from a painting, it was just beautiful no matter where he looked. Suddenly Lambert took a step back. Swoosh* An arrow shot past him, if he had not dodged it would have hit his knee, Lambert focused his gaze on the foolish skeleton archer that shot at him, with a weird look on his face. "Damn! Almost became a city guard"
