A Strange new land to discover, enemies in every crack in the wilderness, a world of adventure and epic journeys and quests, not to mention magic was everywhere, it was either that or just the air pressure.
He could tell the differences between Equestria and Skyrim, even from his cell in Fort Greymoor, he was too busy seeing a new world that he was caught quite easily.
A bandit went up to the cell he was in, well it was more like a cage previously used for another human, whose skeleton lay with rusted shackles still binding it to the cage wall. He said in a very rusty voice with a smile and a british accent "You're gonna fetch quite the little penny, little horse" he was more or less scoffing or mocking the poor little pegasus, who replied "Yeah, well at least I'm not the one who's a coward and holding a tiny 'horse' in a cage as if he could do anything"
The bandit chuckled "yeah boss says not to let ya out, so i ain't doin' a single thing little pony" but Storm Chaser knew what to do, which he slightly loved to do.
He folded his ears back and tried to look as adorable as possible, using big doughy eyes, and with the cage in it's present condition, it only made it more heartbreaking.
the Bandit gooed over the little pony, and fell for it, unlocking the cage.
Moments later a man spoke from down a flight of stairs "You'll make a fine rug Cat!" but soon after he said "I thought i heard something" and he groaned in agony as the sound of two arrows being shot was heard and his body hitting the ground with a soft puffy noise.
The Dragonborn Khajiit, wearing a dark cloak, gloves, boots, hood and pants silently snuck up the staircase, he heard someone say "Wait, here little horsie" and soon after the Bandit jogged down the stairs passing the Khajiit without even noticing him there.
He pulled an arrow back and shot at the Bandit's back.
What he expected didn't happen.
He didn't expect the Bandit to block the arrow with his axe, cutting it in half.
The Bandit looked straight at the Dragonborn, and with a smooth voice that was devoid of any recognizable accent spoke firmly "I knew i heard something" and he launched himself at the Dragonborn, spinning with axe in hand. the Dragonborn narrowly avoided the flurry of proceeding attacks that would have chopped him into several pieces, with ducks, and small jumps.
"Die, Cat!" The Bandit spoke with a final tone as he swung his axe at the Dragonborn, who dodged the axe with a front flip, landing on the other side of the Bandit and kicked him in the back very hard, knocking him to the ground.
the Dragonborn armed his dwarven bow with a glass arrow and said "goodbye, Friend" but the Bandit wasn't ready to die yet, and kicked his assailant in the knee, bending the leg the other way, also causing the arrow to hit the Bandit in the chest, piercing his fur armor, raspy breathing came from him.
the Dragonborn, now laying on the ground in intense pain, holding his knee, now broken. his hand began to shine as he used healing magic on it, and shouted in harsh agony as the knee bent itself back with a very loud cracking noise, and he faded into a pain-induced sleep.
Storm, hearing nothing but silence, slowly walked over to the door way that oversaw the battle and looked down and saw the Bandit and a man in black laying on the ground practically next to eachother. He walked down the stairs carefully, keeping an eye on the two.
He went up to the Bandits head and looked at his eyes, and poked him "Are you okay?" the Bandit was still alive and smiled weakly "Yep... I, am..." he sat up slowly and coughed a couple times.
Looking at the man in black sleeping soundly he thought about killing the man now, but he didn't want to with the pony here, who felt like innocence itself, he just didn't feel right about killing another anymore somehow. So instead he made another plan, one just as useful.
the Dragonborn woke up strapped to a chair in a small room, which could only be The Abandoned Shack, where he had previously met Astrid, leader of the dark brotherhood, a guild of assasins and brothers and sisters. It felt like a chair, but what he felt was not wood, but his boots, his hands were bound behind him as were his feet, tied at the wrists and ankles.
He as looking downwards at the brown floor, and slowly he looked around, and saw a small horse-shaped thing close by, staring at him. Storm smiled and said "Hey Bandit, he's awake!"
he opened his eyes and saw the whole world was completely different, it felt the same but it felt like the time he accidentally ate some weird herb he found. He shook his head, but he froze when he did so "Do... I... Have Hair?" he asked, slightly confused.
He shook his head, swinging his new hair, and he looked around and saw the Bandit he looked seriously strange, like the little horse but wearing a hide armor set.
The Bandit came over to him and stood in front of him "Well, Kill my buddies and now you're in it worse than anyone else, what do you have to say for yourself murderer?"
The Dragonborn looked down "Well, here's the thing, was trying to find an ancient artifact in the Fort, one that is very hard to find, but then your 'buddies' started to freaking attack me, as if I were a freaking daedric soldier!" The Bandit shook his head "No... You know? I don't buy that? You wanna know why?!" He walked around in a circle slowly, hands behind his back "Well I'll tell you why... We were in the middle of searching the whole castle and you just happened to show up, now during that time, everyone is spread out, and therefore, easily taken out one by one" the Bandit looked straight at the Dragonborn with a serious glance "Now I have only one question for you, one that is very important, cause..."
He took out his knife, shining with a new coat of polish, gleaming like pure silver "If you lie, this dagger might accidentally slip into a vital area, are we clear?" the Dragonborn, now fearing for his life nodded and gulped nervously.
The Bandit came up to him and sat holding the knife in a way that it spoke it's intentions clearly "Now... What right did you have to enter into my home, and kill all of my family and friends?" He really didn't want to kill the tied up guy, not in front of the pony who was watching them with a blank stare.
The Dragonborn knew his next answer could very well be his last, so he deeply breathed in and out twice. "I had no right, it was a cowardly action of me to take, you'd honestly be better off in killing me..." his head bent down to the ground, a sign that he awaited his executioner's decision. "I have no right to it, but i ask for your forgiveness"
Suddenly The Bandit sheathed his dagger, sighing in great displeasure "As much as it would joy me to do it... Nothing can bring them back, and you fought well." the Dragonborn looked up at him "Also... That blood's on your hands, and the shame with it, but it's not my place to say what a man should have to live with or not"
The Dragonborn smiled faintly as the Bandit turned away "But... If I let you go... I need to have your word that if i let you go, you won't try to kill me"
The Dragonborn looked at the ground "I promise not to kill the one who spared my life, for I... could not live with such a dishonor... a-"
The Bandit cut him off "Oh... Just take the way out, quit dragging it out, okay?" The Dragonborn nodded, and asked "So... is there anything you are going to do?" He responded "Yeah, I'll take the pony with me, and we'll figure out what exactly has happened... I miss my hands and feet"
The Dragonborn smiled "Well i hope you wont have any objections if i tag along?" the Bandit shot him a curious glance "I saved the world and did practically everything, i have Nothing to do, Trust me" the Bandit chuckled in amusement "Fair enough"
The Dragonborn sighed in relief, glad that the Bandit wasn't going to kill him anymore and now proceeded to undo his bindings with a small tug. he rubbed the tied joints and saw his hands... were... Hooves? His clothing and especially his boots had changed for his new body, and he looked extremely confused and a little upset, he loved his boots and the knowledge that someone may have tampered with them was... upsetting at the very least. the Bandit was onto something that much was correct.
"Yes, you are a pony, like this little guy here" he gestured towards Storm who was rubbing his back on an old dresser "What? im itchyyyyy" he held the y sound as he rubbed his back on the dresser, clearly he was itchy.
"Bu... But... What, happened?" he felt all across his body and honestly was more confused about the current situation, the whole world looking slightly cartoonish didn't help a single bit.
the Bandit shrugged and sat down on a chair "I honestly don't know, Storm here said he saw this... What was it?"
"It was like a black light! it came from a hole in the sky" Storm said, still itching his back, but speaking somewhat enthusiastically "Everything went all shaky and something Huge came out of the ground, why is my back so itchy?!"
The Bandit muttered to himself "Something huge... a dragon maybe?"
But Storm was close enough to hear it and replied "Well it looked bigger than the Royal Palace where i came from, and it was bigger than a dragon"
The Dragonborn "Well... I'd like to know everyone's name first, so I know I... can trust you... better, my name is Jacob, Jacob Findley-Torbmann"
the Bandit chuckled "Fancy~" he sighed and gave his name next "Name's Keith, Keith O'Reily" and kept doing the cool, keeping to himself look on the chair.
The red coated pegasus with the thundercloud cutiemark who was still rubbing his back "I'm Storm Chaser, i need a back scratcher!" He was looking more annoyed than constantly relieved.
Jacob said "I think we should get Storm a back scratcher first, or an apothecary" and Keith laughed joyfully "I know a guy in the city of Markarth who does miracles with his potions and lotions" The two got up and Jacob gave Storm a cloak "Here, maybe having something on will help" and Storm put it on, looking, decent and a bit sinister with his red coat under a black cloak.
On their way out of the shack, Keith reminded Jacob "Once we get this little guy an apothecary, then we can figure out this whole mess" Jacob just smiled and said "I know, I know."
The Three set off on a long journey that would take them four days. To the Apothecary of Markarth.