So this is my first fanfiction, its an Inheritance cycle/Skyrim crossover. I warn you now that the Dragonborn is my main character, which I have gotten all skills to 100 and all the perks along with completing the majority of the quests, so he will probably be slightly overpowered. He's a high elf male around four and a half centuries old (if anyone knows the lifespans of elder scrolls elves please tell me because I've found some conflicting info. Also, this will contain some very minor mod references, mainly to apocalypse magic of Skyrim (great mod highly recommend it) which essentially just expands the spell lists. lastly the disclaimer: I in no way shape or form hold any ownership over the inheritance cycle book series nor Skyrim or its various DLCs and mod authors, they are the property of Christopher Paolini, Bethesda Softworks, and the various mod authors. I in no way shape or form shall gain any monetary or non-monetary rewards for authoring this work of fiction outside of any good emotions originating from said authorship. If either Bethesda, Paolini or the mod makers have an issue with me writing this please PM me, please allow me a week or two to get back to you as I don't check my email often.

I awoke early in the morning on a grassy plain surrounded by tall pines with the warm sun shining down upon me. I was armed and armored which was odd considering I had a massive headache and couldn't remember how I got here. The last thing I remember was inviting the Dawngaurd to Lakeview for a night of drunken revelry in celebration of Harkons' defeat. But judging from the green plants, general warm atmosphere and the fact that Agmaer and I got into a drinking contest last night I probably just wandered off and blacked out after going hunting for something. Judging by the trees and grass (a rarity in the snowbound north) and general warmth (another rarity) I knew I was probably somewhere in Flkreath. So like a sensible person, I started heading south, looking for a river or lake that I could recognize and gain my bearings. I began wandering for a while, noticing that things seemed different, namely, I was so far unharassed by any mud crabs,skeever, bears, saber cats or any of the other various wildlife that tries to kill me.

eventually, I came upon a packed dirt road that looked fairly frequently used. so I began down it hoping it would lead to Falkreath, after an hour or so though I began hearing noises of running approaching from behind me. I quickly ducked off the road in case it was more thugs or bandits out for my money, however I was surprised when I saw what appeared to be a man and a woman running down the road in traveling clothes with large packs, I stepped out of the bush and called to them hoping to ask for directions but the man, more of a boy really upon closer inspection, shouted something at me. I suddenly felt my muscles lock up and I only had one thought in my mind as everything went black, "Gods I wish I could've held my drink better".

I soon awoke to the smell of a campfire and the feeling of course rope and a suspicious breeze. looking downwards I realized I had been stripped to my loincloth. I quickly began flailing around looking for my possessions as effectively as I could, after all, I'm not very mobile when hogtied, before the lad saw me and shouted at me to stop moving, he quickly called for the woman and began questioning me.

"Okay, who are you," He asked, rather angrily "And why were you hiding, are you a spy for the king?"

"I am Levos Craiphine" I responded "And what king, do you mean the high king Ulfric because if so, no, I helped put him on the throne"

"Ulfric? No king Galbatorix, do, you, work, for, Galbatorix?" he asked slowly as if I were a particularly dim-witted child.

"Who is Galbatorix, I have heard of no noble by that name?" I insisted

"You have to know who Galbatorix is, he's the blasted king!" The boy shouted

"I apologize but I haven't heard of this king, am I within his la-" I said cutting myself off as I felt another within my mind, I simply chuckled as I waited in anticipation.

It was not long before I heard the roar of the many dragon souls I have absorbed and saw the woman all backward in pain.

"So you saw fit to attempt to invade my mind did you?" I asked the woman.

She refused to respond to me but instead turned to the lad saying "Eragon I don't know who he is but we need to get him back to the varden, he has unique mental defenses that du vrangr gata would surely enjoy studying". The lad merely nodded in response before picking me up and stamping out the campfire.

And so off we went, me hanging off the lads back while he ran and the lady carrying a large bag that most likely contained my possessions. Annoyingly enough they had covered my eyes with a strip of cloth so I couldn't see where we were. I didn't really know where we were going but I figured if things started to go wrong I could burn the ropes off me and run. It took three days before we arrived at a military encampment, presumably the "varden" that the lady had mentioned earlier. That was when I felt it, the song. That haunting chanting melody that I could hear when a dragon approached. I quickly channeled my magica into my hands and burned the ropes away before tearing off the blindfold and casting stone skin and preparing a pair of thunderbolts. it was then that I saw it, a massive blue dragon diving right for us. However, I received the shock of my life when it landed and began, nuzzling, the lad.

"What in the name of the nine is going on‽" I shouted confused by the dragons odd behavior and, four legs.

Noticing that I had escaped the woman shouted at me in a foreign language and I once again felt the encroaching darkness.

I awoke, once again in my loincloth, strapped to a chair with iron chains. I was faced with a dark-skinned woman and a pale man, both dressed as if nobles. Beside them were the lad and the lady who had captured me. We appeared to be in a tent and, if the light was anything to judge by, it was the late evening.

"Who are you and why did you attempt to ambush Eragon and Arya on the road. Are you an imperial spy or just a bandit, personally I've never heard of an elven bandit before." the man said rather rudely

"I didn't attempt to ambush them, I wanted to ask them for directions. And for the last time, what empire? I drove the imperial legion from Skyrim fifteen years ago?" I replied.

"What is the imperial legion and where this 'Skyrim' you mentioned," the dark-skinned woman asked, remarkably more politely than her counterpart.

"You know, the cyrodiilic empire, and how have you not heard of Skyrim. Show me a map and ill show you where it is." I said back to her trying to be as polite as possible.

It took a few minutes but they set up a map for me, that's when I received my second shock of the day. I didn't recognize anything.

"Where are we," I asked trying to stay calm

"North of Surda?" the woman answered questioningly.

"No no no, I mean what landmass?"

"Alagaesia?" she responded looking even more confused.

"Well that settles it, I'm fairly certain that I'm from a different continent, my guess is some drunken magic sent me here. So whos this Galbatorix I keep hearing be mentioned and why are you rebelling against him?"

Amazingly they seemed to believe me, so my restraints were undone and we sat there near all night them teaching me the history of Alagaesia.

So that's the first chapter, please review, as I said this is my first fanfic so chances are people will be kinda OOC. Also, I do legitimately want to get better so please let me know how I can do that.