This is a skyrim/overlord fic. Just some heads up before reading on. This is my first time every writing something like this so be patient as this is like a grace period of sorts for me. In fact, I may not even end up enjoying this all that much; that's how green I am. As such, I don't really know the straight up dos and don'ts with this whole thing so I'll try my hardest to keep away from an M rating.

I love Skyrim with a passion and still play it quite a bit. I am familiar with the lore somewhat but that won't really be looked upon here. I also happen to love Overlord, considering it one of my favorite anime to date. I haven't read any of the light novels though so my knowledge is only from the 2-3 times I've watched the anime Overlord, seasons 1, 2 and 3 respectively.

This story will be an OC as you can't really take an MC from Skyrim without touching the NPCs, so I'm taking my main character from Skyrim and throwing him into the "New World" and kind of go between the OC and Ainz although it will be OC centric.

Keeping that in mind, I'll try to keep characters to reasonably canon-like attitudes and mindsets, however, I will more than likely end up changing the way they act in ways some might disagree with. If so, that leads me to my next point:

I can take critique, yet flaming or any unnecessary remarks are just that. It really puts a damper on any 'ambitions,' so just keep that in mind. I want to hear if I made a character weird. I want to know if I got something wrong.

I haven't memorized all the damn spells in Overlord, that's impossible so I, of course, will also more than likely be creating new, 'realistic' spells as well.

With all that being said, I hope you enjoy my first fic. :)

Talking: "Hey there old friend."

Thinking: "Is this guy serious right now."

Summons: "As you wish."

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A New Dawn

"Damnit today was tough. Whoever says educations easy really needs to wake up. I had half a dozen assignments due in just today!" announced a new voice to no one in particular. "Ugghhhhh fine. I'll leave tomorrow's problems to tomorrow's me. Its friday afterall." Flipping the light switch on shows your average apartment, a small, clean kitchen merging with the entryway. Kicking off his shoes, 18 year old Alex Sawyer walks to the sink for some much needed water.

Gulping down the cool liquid and placing the glass back on the kitchen table should he want more later, he heads to the only other room in the house besides the toilet and kitchen. His room. Inside is nothing special, just enough room for a twin sized bed, a set of drawers and a table with the only item of real value centered on it: His computer. Plopping himself down on the padded swivel chair, Alex gets ready for another night of gaming.

"Geez, 9 pm already. I really need to learn to get home earlier."

Flying through all the passwords for the computer and all necessary apps, the moment he spends his days longing for arrives. That moment every gamer yearns for, much like all other people in existence. The need to sit down and relax, in this case by playing video games.

Opening up Skyrim, Alex begins the grind. Having done most of the quests, there wasn't very much left to do. Going through mods definitely helps. Specifically, having completed the "Better Vampires" mod recently checks off the list of mods he has to finish.

Alex rubs his eyes as his exhaustion seems to catch up to him. Glancing to his left, he notices the digital clock on his bedside table. "Holy crap 2:30 in the morning? Whatever, I'm probably gonna be late tomorrow. Guess I'll head off to sleep. Nothing much else for me to do. Strange, one would imagine me to have more to do in 2019."

After performing his nightly rituals, wishing goodnight to his non-existent family he lost to a house fire at the age of 13, a practice of which he hasn't really gotten over, the bed beckons for him to engage in every person's nightly slumber.

"Tomorrow's gonna be a pain. I just hope my Bio professor forgives me for handing my first assignment in a tad late. First year of college is bothersome. Why could I have just been born somewhere fun. Doing things that I want to instead of learning things I have no real interest in. I'd rather be exploring the world… or playing video games... " A rare smirk disrupts Alex's face as he fails to stave off his drowsiness, succumbing to sleep.

"No, let me sleep a bit longer…"

Poke Poke*

"I said knock it off mom… MOM!?"

Alex quickly gets up to ascertain who nudged him in his sleep. Alex is actually quite fit and has sharp reflexes. Observation is also a strong suit, so when someone touches him in his sleep, when he lives alone, even a complete idiot would know that something's wrong.

Noticing the deer that had been poking him dash towards the nearest bush and away from sight, Alex knew something was definitely wrong. "What the hell? I went to bed in my, well, bed. And I live in New York!"

Quickly searching around for a location, he took notice to his surroundings. He had been laying on his back on thick carpet of grass, in a small clearing roughly 10 meters in diameter, encircled by the lush, green leaves of an oak forest. The sunlight came through the opening in the canopy, noticing the same golden rays but in scattered streaks barely lighting up the rest of the forest. "Its November. How is the vegetation like this?" were Alex's last thoughts before getting hit by a light breeze passing through the air.

Goosebumps appeared all over his body as his naked flesh cut through the wind. "Wait, naked?" Looking down confirms the feeling. With only a kind-of cloth/fibrous set of undergarments on, Alex was all but stark naked. "Sigh* Regardless, I'm not cold. It can't be less than 25 degrees out right now."

Observing his surroundings more brought on a new fact. "Was I always this ripped? And when could see this good? I was never blind, but this is above what I'd expect from even 20/20 vision."

His ears twitch, signifying his having picked up a distant sound. "Small stream. 145 meters, to my left. Wait, how'd do I know that? And how could I hear that?"

Making his way towards the stream took but half a minute. Looking into the water surprised him. His face. It was different. It looked familiar, but different. "What's wrong with my eyes?!" Seeing as his eyes were the more or less the same were it not for the iris's being red in coloration. Otherwise, it was still normal.

Searching every nook and cranny of his body while standing in the streams shallow, almost crystal clear water proved to show quite the results.

Alex's face had changed. He seemed to be a mixture. His eye brows, mouth, nose and the like were the same as before, just his jaw was slightly more toned, his eyes had the change in color and he didn't look 18. The difference in age was subtle, but he appeared to be closer to 22 then that of a teenager. His hair was still the same as before; short, blonde hair that was cut short by the ears but had some left near the bangs and by the back of the neck, with his bangs parted to the right, clearing his forehead. Even though it was seemingly the same, much like his face, it gave off a new feeling of maturity, one of adulthood.

Strangely enough, his canines were slightly sharper as well, not really elongated and not like that of a dog, but just sharper.

Looking over his body gave him a new sense of transformation as well. He still stood at his normal height of 6 foot 2 inches but unlike before, his body was in much better shape. Being no slouch before, his body was fine, but now it was much different. Going from his feet to his thighs, wrists to biceps, abs to pecs were all but muscle. Little fat stood in the way of the 6-pack of abs and the bricks for a chest. It was in no way the figure of a bodybuilder, just that of what one might see of a warrior, a fighter who just so happened to also watch his diet. Relatively broad shoulders complimented his toned body well.

"Damn. Not too big but not too small. Good height, good size, maybe, what, 90 kg? I'm about what I could only really dream about before. But now's the question… How?"

After checking out his body 2 or 3 more times, Alex sat close to the stream bed and focusing. Ever since he woke up, he felt something. It was odd. He had an idea of where he saw the features that were alien to his face and body but needed more evidence. His eyesight was infinitely better, seeing through even parts of the woods that would otherwise be covered in shadow. His hearing was phenomena. Although used to it now, for the first few minutes the combination of increased eyesight, hearing, and some kind of sixth sense he had bombarded him with information, giving him a small headache. It quickly resided but as a result, it allowed Alex to focus on other differences in his being.

"What is this odd magicka? Magicka? Why did I say that as if…"

Something clicked. To test it out, Alex held out his right hand and did his best to send his magicka to it. He shouted "Flame" and what resulted was a burst of fire that shot out of his hand, from the palm. It was a stream of burning red flames that stretched 8 meters before its ends just barely flicked against the nearest tree dead ahead, charing the bark. Canceling the spell after 15 seconds and bring his unscathed hand up in front of his face and making a fist after close examination, he smiled.

"Just as I thought. Too real to be a dream. Impossible to be imagining it. I'm in Skyrim…? No, that can't be right. I mean, I look like my main character, but different. Also…" Looking up, in the vicinity of the sun, then glancing around, "The sun is slightly larger than I remember. The trees too thick, too tightly packed. This is not Skyrim with its northern features. From what I could tell from the game, It shouldn't even get this hot. Also, judging by the trees, it's only mid spring. It should get even hotter going off of the real worlds seasons."

Settling himself on a rock, on the other side of the clearing 5 meters from the stream, Alex concentrated once again. "What to do? I'm not hungry right now, or thirsty for that matter. Geez, why am I so calm? Am I just happy because I'm gone from that world?" Letting out a sigh, Alex looks up with a slight frown, wondering about how he got here. But then, it dawned on him. "You know what? I don't really care. Screw the other world. Even if I'm stuck here forever, I'd much rather stay here and live without the pressures of that other stupid world, where I lived alone regardless. Few if any friends, no direct family and a shitty apartment…"

Thinking back to his apartment reminded him of his possessions, or rather lack thereof. Looking down, "Wait, I'm still naked." Almost as if on queue, Alex remembered changing, of course, but not just physically. When he used that flame spell, it was as if he had done it several thousands of times before. His mind had molded to that of his character as well. No real thoughts or memories, just boundless knowledge of skills, spells and race info. Not only that, but also the only real memory given outside of spells and applications.

His inventory.

With the grace and speed of someone having opened a small dimensional rift, which gains entry to a storage only accessible to himself, a thousand times, Alex pulls out a sword. A double edged blade, shimmering against the bright rays of the sun. Silver-gray in color but with a golden hue to it; a circular handguard with a diameter of 4 inches with a dark brown, leather-wrapped handle ending with a golden orb for a pommel, complimenting the same golden orb found in the middle of the handguard.

"The Dawnbreaker really is a beautiful sword" spoke Alex, holding the blade up vertically from his body.

The funny thing was that even though it was his first time holding the sword, he felt like it was the thousandth. Testing it with a few swings, the edge cut tufts of grass sticking up higher than needed with a mesmerizing clarity not out of place in an arena for demigods, or so he believed.

Each stance, technique, block, parry flooded his mind yet remained at peace with the blade and with himself. "Damn my character must have been a real pro. I feel bad for all those bandits I killed in my playthrough."

Placing the blade back in its steel reinforced leather sheath brought Alex's attention to his clothing. His apparel options were bountiful but for now, he would go with something special. He willed it, and out if came. His clothing adorning his body with but a thought, however unlike the game it wasn't instant. A gentle mist seemed to wrap his body, just enough to shield his person from view.

The fog quickly dispersing after only about a 10 second outfit change revealed a man wearing a light-looking set of armor, dark grey in coloration from head to toes. Looking almost like leather, the shirt with metal plates placed covering the chest and majority of the torso, the plates themselves ending near the navel, the same leather like material following down his legs, hugging his body all over, plates armor covering his thighs and running down the sides, back of the legs and down the shins, leaving the back and sides open yet still covered by the leather. Plates covering boots with black soles, with intricate patterns running from the boots up the armor, following all the way to the shoulders and down the arms. Covering the shoulder blades was more plated metal, same in trend with the rest of the armor. Sticking tight the skin, the faux-leather snuck underneath the almost black plated gauntlets, continuing over plateless fingertips.

Finally, more of the leather moves up to cover his face in a half mask, obscuring most of his face except the bridge of his nose and eyes, albeit still rendering it difficult to see due to the shadows created by the hood drawn over his head leaving only to slightly glowing red orbs to be seen from the front of the 'mask.' A darkened cape covering his shoulders and moving only slightly past the back of his knees trails ever so slightly behind him, fluttering in the light breeze.

"God do I love the nightingale set. Great defence for light armor with excellent enchants, well for a stock item that is."

Placing the sheath on his left hip, angled back ever so slightly, a new thought occurs as Alex gets ready to make his way to whatever town may be nearby. His sight is amazing and he can hear the slightest of sounds while also being able to sense animals as small as squirrels from over 400 meters away in the thick forest, Alex still cannot detect a town.

"Wait. Casting that flame spell before got me thinking… what dictates whether or not I follow the same rules placed in Skyrim?"

"Who says I can't put more magicka behind my spells then normally allowed?"

Same Time; 12 km Northeast of Carne Village:

A large skeleton with bright red orbs for eyes speaks in some sort of arena, addressing only a handful or so other beings, currently taking a knee before it.

"You have served me well. Make sure to do your best and work diligently for the Great Tomb of Nazarick"

Seemingly vanishing, the skeleton teleports to another section of the structure.

"What's with these guys? And why are they so… so serious?"

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How was it? I hope it wasn't too long. Or rather, I hope I didn't bore anyone with needlessly long descriptions or the like. As I said, my first fic. Don't really know what to avoid, what to keep in mind, etc. I just get passionate with some aspects of skyrim. If you need to get a better picture of how "Alex" looks, just google the armor although if you've played Skyrim, they aren't rare pieces of equipment by any real means.

This beginning was basically OC centric and I plan to continue doing so, only interlacing some moments in Nazarick or concerning Ainz so I can set rough time stamps as to where in the timeline the OC is. Ainz and his squad will be more prevalent later when he meets the OC.

I won't spoil anything but just know that I am NOT gonna make the OC a pushover.

Bye for now.