Skyrim: A Half-Orc's Adventures!

Life in Skyrim isn't easy. It's cold, it's constantly raining or snowing and it's partly filled with racists. None of these are made any better when you're a Half-Orc, Half-Nord like Siegfried either. Neither is it made any better when you're an orphan.

But one day, Siegfried woke up and everything felt...different.

He'd gained memories, or a premonition, of what was to come. Dragons were going to return. The civil war would get much worse. Vampires would try to block out the sun. And as much as he wanted to deny it, Siegfried knew the premonition was real.

What's a Half-Orc Nordling supposed to do when the weight of the world is put on his shoulders and it's ever so obvious he's gonna get dragged, kicking and screaming, into the middle of it all?

(A/n - Not a reincarnation fic but instead the MC gains a premonition on what's about to happen in Skyrim. For those who're wondering, yes, he is the Dragonborn but he won't find it out until his first fight with a dragon, obviously. Oh, and I don't own the cover photo so if the owner wants me to take it down just tell me and I'll do so.)