Sorry folks, but I just can't continue this story anymore. I don't get the same feeling I used to from writing it, so, I'm making a sort of revival for it, with a completely new direction.

5 years have passed since the world was saved by the Dovahkiin, and peace has returned to the citizens of Skyrim. But one day, when enchanting a mace with a new table in his manor, the Dovahkiin accidentally opens a rift that transports him to a strange and colorful new world.