Severus Snape in Skyrim
Should I get Azura's star or Black Star? Black Star seems more tempting.
I think there's certain things Snape wouldn't do, and corrupting a soul gem so it absorbs black souls sounds too far for him
Yeah, you are right. Azura's Star fits it's intended purpose anyway and Black Star is stepping far into evil aspects of dark arts and would remind him of Voldemort.
OG Azura's star, here I come.
I apologise for no further updates, my laptop got broken and undergoing repairs. 😿
Yup, 😞. I have been playing Android games and emulator games for my gaming to fill the void. I have a spare laptop but it doesn't have graphics card strong enough to handle Skyrim at HD resolution.
Skyrim App is available on cellular devices. It’s not Elder Scrolls but it’s pretty good once you get the hang of it.
I played Elder Scroll some time ago but my goal was to get the best wife. I got a mod to marry Serana and haven’t regretted it since. It’s nice to have a powerful follower with you on adventures just out of your skill set.
Severus Snape as an altmer would have been epic. That snobbish accent and the acerbic wit would go pretty well.
Restarted game run with latest Skyrim AE and new pc. Narration credits: ChatGPT.
Severus Snape awoke to the rhythmic creaking of wooden wheels against uneven terrain. His body ached, and the cold, biting wind of an unfamiliar land brushed against his sallow skin. He found himself seated on a crude wooden cart, his hands bound, surrounded by men dressed in roughspun clothes and armor that looked primitive yet sturdy. His mind reeled. The last thing he remembered was the dim, flickering light of the Shrieking Shack, Potter’s face, and the numbing chill of death. And yet, here he was—alive, breathing, and shackled like a common criminal.
“Hey, you. You’re finally awake,” a man with a Nord’s rugged features and an accent that seemed oddly appropriate for the frozen wilderness surrounding them spoke, his piercing blue eyes scrutinizing Severus with curiosity. The man introduced himself as Ralof and spoke of a civil war, Imperials, Stormcloaks, and some king named Ulfric. Severus barely listened, his mind too occupied with the impossible nature of his situation. He was called a Breton, a people supposedly gifted in magic. Fitting, considering his own affinity for sorcery, yet utterly alien to him.
The cart rattled into a fortified village called Helgen, its walls rising like stone sentinels against the backdrop of looming, snow-capped mountains. Soldiers in iron armor awaited, and Severus soon found himself herded like cattle alongside the other prisoners. A man clad in regal attire, Ulfric Stormcloak, was bound and gagged, and before Severus could glean more about his predicament, an Imperial officer began reading off names from a list.
The execution began swiftly. A Nord knelt before the block, and as the headsman raised his axe, an unearthly roar tore through the sky. Severus turned, his dark eyes widening as a monstrous black dragon descended upon Helgen with a fury that sent men and stone alike scattering. Fire engulfed the village, and chaos erupted. Severus found himself running, dodging falling debris and panicked soldiers. He followed Hadvar, a level-headed Imperial soldier who seemed to possess some semblance of strategy amidst the chaos.
Through burning corridors and underground tunnels, Severus secured rudimentary mage robes and a handful of spell tomes from fallen mages. Magic in this world functioned differently—more instinctual, raw, and woven into the fabric of existence. The thought intrigued him. His wand was gone, but the magic was still there, coursing through his veins in the form of flames and arcane bursts. By the time he and Hadvar emerged from Helgen’s ruins, Severus had already begun testing the limits of his newfound power.
Following Hadvar’s advice, Severus trekked to Riverwood, a quiet village nestled along a roaring river. He sold his ill-gotten loot to a blacksmith named Alvor, securing some coin. In the village, he encountered two men feuding over a woman—a wood elf named Faendal and an arrogant warrior named Sven. Choosing intellect over brashness, Severus aided Faendal, securing his loyalty and gaining a companion. He lodged at the Sleeping Giant Inn, gathering rumors and noting the mention of dragons—so they were not mere myths in this world.
Intrigued by the idea of power through knowledge, Severus set his sights on Whiterun, a city of some renown. The journey was uneventful, save for a band of warriors clashing against a giant on the plains. The Companions, as they were called, impressed him with their combat prowess, though their camaraderie felt foreign to him.
Reaching Dragonsreach, the seat of Jarl Balgruuf, Severus presented himself, recounting Helgen’s destruction. The Jarl, skeptical yet wise, tasked him with retrieving a relic—a Dragonstone—from Bleak Falls Barrow, an ancient ruin teeming with undead. Severus accepted, recognizing the value of power in knowledge and the necessity of proving himself in this unfamiliar world.
Thus, Severus Snape, once a feared and revered master of potions and magic, set forth into the depths of Skyrim, determined to carve a new path in this strange realm where dragons soared and destiny loomed.
