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What happens when the Thalmor kills the Dragonborn before he can realize his full potential and Alduin comes back next week? Akatosh gets angry, Sheogorath comes up with a crazy plan and poor Harry is forced to become the savior of yet another world... whom he knows nothing about.
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Akatosh glared at Nirn. He was powerless, and it was something he hated. Not that it was uncommon: even more than the Daedric Princes, the Divines couldn't manifest in the world and their influence was limited to faith-related blessings. The Daedra had an advantage on them in that field.
"Hello, Marty! Something's the matter? Your scales look all ruffed."
The dragon god turned wearily to Sheogorath.
"Hey there, Sheo. Yes, something's bothering me. Really bothering me." He said as he insisted on really.
"What!?" The Mad God asked in disbelief. "Someone has managed to piss off my old pal the Time God? Who are they, that I teach them the errors of their ways as I hang them by their intestines?"
"The Thalmor, who else? Bloody elven supremacists…"
Akatosh's glare was positively murderous. Sheogorath felt a shiver run down his spine. Despite his influence being limited, the dragon was still Time itself, and a very bad foe once you got on his bad side. It seemed the High Elves of the Aldmeri Dominion had done just that.
"Alright, spill the beans. I know the who, but what did they do, where, when and why?"
Akatosh snarled.
"Who? The Thalmor. What did they do? They killed the Dragonborn before he could discover his true nature, at the Shrine of Talos south of Gallows Rock, and I'm furious because Alduin is coming back next week and the one person who could stop him is dead."
Sheogorath frowned.
"Sorry, my mind's a little fussy. Care to jog my memories?"
The dragon looked at his mad friend for a moment before sighing.
"Right, your ascension as a Daedric Prince is recent. You wouldn't know who Alduin is. Long thing short, he's the Harbinger of the Apocalypse, the World Eater. In one week, he will return to Nirn after being banished in Time and will try to destroy it. He is also the most powerful dragon in the world and my very first creation."
"If he's gonna destroy the world…" Sheogorath asked in disbelief. "Why did you make him?"
"Because all things come to an end and, as the God of Time, my first creation was the creature that would bring it. I didn't plan for it to come so soon, though."
"So, you don't want Alduin to end the world."
"Yes. It is way too early. Maybe in a million year or two, but not right now. Anyway, the only person who can stop Alduin is the Dragonborn, a mortal upon which I imparted a part of my essence. The Dragonborn is the only being able to kill dragons definitely by absorbing their essence, their soul, and take in their knowledge along. This is why he can stop Alduin."
"But the Thalmor killed him."
"Yes." Akatosh seethed. "Before he could realize he's the Dragonborn. Now, Alduin is coming back and there's no one to stop him!"
"Why don't you just make another one?"
The dragon god gave his friend a desperate look and hung his head.
"Because it would take too long! To create a Dragonborn, I pick a mortal before he is born and mix his essence with part of mine. This way, his body has time to grow while being used to my essence. If I were to draw an adult mortal in the Aetherius and impart him with a fragment of my soul, his body would shatter from being unable to handle my divinity and, before you ask, the process would be barely less risky with a teenager. Children bear the most chances, but even then, the risk that they may die is still there – and I need someone who has at least some notions of fighting. Do you know many children who can hold their own in a straight on fight without being older than ten?"
"Alright, then. If the solution can't come from Nirn, why not look outside of it?"
The look on Akatosh's face was priceless.
"Are you in – No, forget it. Of course, you're insane. Prince of Madness and all…"
"But it may work, right? I mean, look at all the worlds outside of Mundus! One of them's bound to have the right candidate!"
"Have you only thought of the amount of energy and skill needed to bring him there even if we find him?"
This shut Sheogorath.
"…Right-o, there is that little detail."
Both gods looked at Nirn silently.
"The world's going to end in a week… and there's not a bloody thing we can do."
"Actually… maybe there is."
Dragon and madman made an about-turn and starred at the newcomer in disbelief.
"Jyggalag!? What are you doing there?"
The silver Daedric Prince shrugged.
"I was wandering the realms of Mundus when I overheard your conversation. You need power and skill to bring a potential Dragonborn to our world to stop the Apocalypse, right? I believe I can provide the power. As for the skills, between Julianos and Hermaeus Mora, I don't think it will take them long to come up with a plan."
Akatosh was uneasy.
"Your help is appreciated, but why are you doing this? If you don't mind me asking."
Jyggalag looked at Nirn.
"For the very reason you mentioned: it is too early for the world to end. Furthermore, I am the Daedric Prince of Order, and the Thalmor killing the future Dragonborn greatly upset the order of the world. I want to correct that mistake, just like you do."
Akatosh and Sheogorath looked at one another.
"Alright." The dragon god sighed. "Let's do this."
~*~
Julianos was not remotely happy having to work with the eldritch Daedric Prince, but it was this or seeing the world end. There were events dire enough that hated foes had no choice but set their grudges aside. Alduin's coming was that for the Princes and the Divines. It took them three days to figure how to cross the barriers between the worlds, and three more to find potential hosts
"There." The Divine of Wisdom breathed. "We are ready. Are you, Jyggalag?"
"I am."
Akatosh looked away sheepishly.
"I am sorry I can't grant you my own strength, but I need to save it to imbue the new Dragonborn with my essence." He turned to the other Daedric Princes and the seven Divines. "So, did you find a potential host?"
Azura, Meridia, Sanguine, Hircine, Peryite, Nocturnal, Malacath, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Talos, Zenithar, Arkay and Stendarr looked at one another.
"We did. Here."
Akatosh looked at the chosen of each gods and frowned.
Talos had chosen a young mercenary with the heart of a lion, who had been unfortunate enough to be trapped outside of time. The dragon shook his head. The teen had experience, but he was almost too old and his soul was too rigid.
Azura's choice was more interesting, a selfless and kind-hearted boy wielding a key-like weapon. Akatosh cringed. His very heart was also his greatest weakness. It was almost like a mosaic made of several souls, some deeply entwined to his essence. If the Time God tried adding his own essence, he wouldn't survive.
He shook his head at Hircine's choice, a full-grown man deeply attuned to the draconic energies and able to jump between worlds that had been all but retconned after meddling with time in his own world. Too old. Way too old.
He raised a brow at Zenithar's choice, a spiky-haired teenager who used cards to fight and shared his mind with an ancient sprit bound to the puzzle hanging around his neck. Interesting, but he didn't want to separate the boy and his spirit partner.
Kynareth had chosen a wind-manipulating boy, the last of his kind. He decided against it. The boy's world was also facing its end and needed it as much as Nirn needed the Dragonborn. Akatosh refused to sacrifice the elemental world for his own.
Peryite had chosen a girl from a fairly modern world, who had the ability to control bugs and was torn between being a Hero and being a Villain. Then he got a closer look at where her powers came from and decided to stay as far from her world as he could.
Every god had found someone that could more or less fit, but the Time God turned them down for one reason or the other. His mind finally stopped on Mara's choice. It was a thirteen-year old boy with a lightning scar on his forehead and innate magical abilities. In his world, his kind was known as Wizards. Quickly, Akatosh checked his background. His eyes widened.
Whole family killed by a necromancer when he was one, raised by his non-powered uncle and aunt who knew his true nature and hid it from him, all the while loathing him for what he was and outright abusing him. Currently going to a magic school where he had only two real friends, mildly gifted in magic, and courageous enough to make Talos proud, having faced both a possessed necromancer at eleven and a monstrous serpent able to kill with its eyes at twelve. He was good in a fight, but still had room to learn. And, finally, he wasn't alone in his head.
Akatosh looked closer. Just like Azura's Chosen, there was someone in the teenager's mind, a soul fragment that oozed with malevolence and darkness as repulsive as Namira. The dragon god nodded.
"Him."
Jyggalag, Hermaeus Mora and Julianos instantly went to work. Nocturnal shook her head.
"If only I had my Skeleton Key… Akatosh, you and I need to talk while they bring the boy to our realm."
The dragon god was surprised, but agreed. Despite being associated with thieves and shadows, Nocturnal was also the Daedric Prince of Luck and one of the nicest of her kind.
Meanwhile, the three gods were working. Hermaeus had dived two tentacles in Jyggalag's chest, draining him of his strength while another was stuck in. Julianos, feeding the Divine with the power of the Prince of Order. The god of Wisdom drew an intricate pentacle in the Aetheric window that let them watch the young wizard's world. The boy had just run from his uncle and aunt's house and was wandering the streets, his only desire being to put as much distance as he could between him and his hated home. Hermaeus Mora looked at him.
"Let us grant him his wish…"
The pentacle turned into a gateway as the boy sat down on a bench. Fast as lightning, the Daedric Prince's tentacle snatched him.
"Akatosh!" Jyggalag called, his voice weary and wavering. "We got him!"
The Time God had just finished talking with Nocturnal. He instantly went to work as Jyggalag, Julianos and Hermaeus retreated to their realms to rest. As simple as the operation had been, drawing the pentacle and opening the barrier had done a number on them. The other gods stayed at a respectable distance and watched Akatosh get to work.
~*~
Harry had no idea what was going on, just that he felt particularly sleepy. His eyelids felt heavy and his body seemed to be floating in the Void, except the little he could glimpse told him it wasn't the Void per se but a sea of stars. Then a mind-rending headache seized him.
Akatosh frowned. What had made him choose the boy over the others was that dark soul he hosted within him. His body was already accustomed to having another powerful essence mingled to itself. The putrid soul wasn't as powerful as that of the Time God, but if he performed the mingling carefully, the boy would survive. He seized the dark soul and tore it from the boy's mind, earning a scream. Then he took a part of himself and slowly placed it in the place where the essence had been.
The pain was replaced by a feeling unlike anything he had felt before. It was like there was a hole in his mind, and something that felt like warm, liquid honey was filling it. Harry hummed. The warmth progressively invaded his body until it had completely replaced the pain. Feeling like this, it was easier to fall back to sleep. Sleep, and forget the strange cold sensation as something had snatched him from the bench in an alley of Little Winding, as he was running away from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, promising himself to never return.
Akatosh grinned. The process had gone flawlessly. He took the time to look at the soul he had removed and jumped.
"Anu, this can't be!"
"Is there something wrong, Marty?" Sheogorath asked.
Akatosh looked at him in disbelief.
"This soul is actually a fragment of the essence of the necromancer that robbed the boy from his family. This is why it felt so wicked."
"Give it to me." Hermaeus Mora called from afar. "It will be my pleasure to study it thoroughly and find out how it found itself within the boy."
Akatosh hesitated. The Daedric Prince waved a tentacle.
"Consider it the price of my help. It will make a fine distraction while your Chosen saves Nirn. I leave messing with him to my brethren."
"Fair enough." The dragon god sighed as he gave him the soul shard.
Nocturnal stepped forward.
"Akatosh…"
"Don't worry. I would have agreed to help you, bargain or not. The boy will help you retrieve the Skeleton Key. You showed me a little of what Mercer Frey had done. He will pay for it, I promise."
Nocturnal smiled.
"I am the Daedric Prince of thieves, Akatosh. Thieves do nothing without expecting something else in return, this is the way we are… and it goes both ways. The boy will have my support. He'll need it if he wants to stop the end of the world."
On this, she kissed him. Akatosh was so surprised he remained motionless for a moment. Sheogorath grinned.
"Did she just steal a kiss from you?"
"That she did." The Time God admitted. "And I'm not even mad. She's pretty. Now, back to the boy…"
Akatosh nodded. Gathering a tiny spark of energy, he crafted it in an amulet he placed on the boy's neck, then took him and carefully teleported him on Nirn.
Alduin may be coming back and the Thalmor may have killed the True Dragonborn, but Akatosh loved Nirn. He wouldn't see it end now, no matter what it took.
So, how was that little first chapter? Note that it is basically canon that Skyrim's Sheogorath is the Hero of Kvatch while Akatosh is also Martin Septim. Yes, the God of Time's best friend is the physical embodiment of Madness. Try not to think too hard about it...
And cookie points to those who can guess who are the other potential Chosens.
Arc 1: Outsider
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Akatosh glared at Nirn. He was powerless, and it was something he hated. Not that it was uncommon: even more than the Daedric Princes, the Divines couldn't manifest in the world and their influence was limited to faith-related blessings. The Daedra had an advantage on them in that field.
"Hello, Marty! Something's the matter? Your scales look all ruffed."
The dragon god turned wearily to Sheogorath.
"Hey there, Sheo. Yes, something's bothering me. Really bothering me." He said as he insisted on really.
"What!?" The Mad God asked in disbelief. "Someone has managed to piss off my old pal the Time God? Who are they, that I teach them the errors of their ways as I hang them by their intestines?"
"The Thalmor, who else? Bloody elven supremacists…"
Akatosh's glare was positively murderous. Sheogorath felt a shiver run down his spine. Despite his influence being limited, the dragon was still Time itself, and a very bad foe once you got on his bad side. It seemed the High Elves of the Aldmeri Dominion had done just that.
"Alright, spill the beans. I know the who, but what did they do, where, when and why?"
Akatosh snarled.
"Who? The Thalmor. What did they do? They killed the Dragonborn before he could discover his true nature, at the Shrine of Talos south of Gallows Rock, and I'm furious because Alduin is coming back next week and the one person who could stop him is dead."
Sheogorath frowned.
"Sorry, my mind's a little fussy. Care to jog my memories?"
The dragon looked at his mad friend for a moment before sighing.
"Right, your ascension as a Daedric Prince is recent. You wouldn't know who Alduin is. Long thing short, he's the Harbinger of the Apocalypse, the World Eater. In one week, he will return to Nirn after being banished in Time and will try to destroy it. He is also the most powerful dragon in the world and my very first creation."
"If he's gonna destroy the world…" Sheogorath asked in disbelief. "Why did you make him?"
"Because all things come to an end and, as the God of Time, my first creation was the creature that would bring it. I didn't plan for it to come so soon, though."
"So, you don't want Alduin to end the world."
"Yes. It is way too early. Maybe in a million year or two, but not right now. Anyway, the only person who can stop Alduin is the Dragonborn, a mortal upon which I imparted a part of my essence. The Dragonborn is the only being able to kill dragons definitely by absorbing their essence, their soul, and take in their knowledge along. This is why he can stop Alduin."
"But the Thalmor killed him."
"Yes." Akatosh seethed. "Before he could realize he's the Dragonborn. Now, Alduin is coming back and there's no one to stop him!"
"Why don't you just make another one?"
The dragon god gave his friend a desperate look and hung his head.
"Because it would take too long! To create a Dragonborn, I pick a mortal before he is born and mix his essence with part of mine. This way, his body has time to grow while being used to my essence. If I were to draw an adult mortal in the Aetherius and impart him with a fragment of my soul, his body would shatter from being unable to handle my divinity and, before you ask, the process would be barely less risky with a teenager. Children bear the most chances, but even then, the risk that they may die is still there – and I need someone who has at least some notions of fighting. Do you know many children who can hold their own in a straight on fight without being older than ten?"
"Alright, then. If the solution can't come from Nirn, why not look outside of it?"
The look on Akatosh's face was priceless.
"Are you in – No, forget it. Of course, you're insane. Prince of Madness and all…"
"But it may work, right? I mean, look at all the worlds outside of Mundus! One of them's bound to have the right candidate!"
"Have you only thought of the amount of energy and skill needed to bring him there even if we find him?"
This shut Sheogorath.
"…Right-o, there is that little detail."
Both gods looked at Nirn silently.
"The world's going to end in a week… and there's not a bloody thing we can do."
"Actually… maybe there is."
Dragon and madman made an about-turn and starred at the newcomer in disbelief.
"Jyggalag!? What are you doing there?"
The silver Daedric Prince shrugged.
"I was wandering the realms of Mundus when I overheard your conversation. You need power and skill to bring a potential Dragonborn to our world to stop the Apocalypse, right? I believe I can provide the power. As for the skills, between Julianos and Hermaeus Mora, I don't think it will take them long to come up with a plan."
Akatosh was uneasy.
"Your help is appreciated, but why are you doing this? If you don't mind me asking."
Jyggalag looked at Nirn.
"For the very reason you mentioned: it is too early for the world to end. Furthermore, I am the Daedric Prince of Order, and the Thalmor killing the future Dragonborn greatly upset the order of the world. I want to correct that mistake, just like you do."
Akatosh and Sheogorath looked at one another.
"Alright." The dragon god sighed. "Let's do this."
~*~
Julianos was not remotely happy having to work with the eldritch Daedric Prince, but it was this or seeing the world end. There were events dire enough that hated foes had no choice but set their grudges aside. Alduin's coming was that for the Princes and the Divines. It took them three days to figure how to cross the barriers between the worlds, and three more to find potential hosts
"There." The Divine of Wisdom breathed. "We are ready. Are you, Jyggalag?"
"I am."
Akatosh looked away sheepishly.
"I am sorry I can't grant you my own strength, but I need to save it to imbue the new Dragonborn with my essence." He turned to the other Daedric Princes and the seven Divines. "So, did you find a potential host?"
Azura, Meridia, Sanguine, Hircine, Peryite, Nocturnal, Malacath, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Talos, Zenithar, Arkay and Stendarr looked at one another.
"We did. Here."
Akatosh looked at the chosen of each gods and frowned.
Talos had chosen a young mercenary with the heart of a lion, who had been unfortunate enough to be trapped outside of time. The dragon shook his head. The teen had experience, but he was almost too old and his soul was too rigid.
Azura's choice was more interesting, a selfless and kind-hearted boy wielding a key-like weapon. Akatosh cringed. His very heart was also his greatest weakness. It was almost like a mosaic made of several souls, some deeply entwined to his essence. If the Time God tried adding his own essence, he wouldn't survive.
He shook his head at Hircine's choice, a full-grown man deeply attuned to the draconic energies and able to jump between worlds that had been all but retconned after meddling with time in his own world. Too old. Way too old.
He raised a brow at Zenithar's choice, a spiky-haired teenager who used cards to fight and shared his mind with an ancient sprit bound to the puzzle hanging around his neck. Interesting, but he didn't want to separate the boy and his spirit partner.
Kynareth had chosen a wind-manipulating boy, the last of his kind. He decided against it. The boy's world was also facing its end and needed it as much as Nirn needed the Dragonborn. Akatosh refused to sacrifice the elemental world for his own.
Peryite had chosen a girl from a fairly modern world, who had the ability to control bugs and was torn between being a Hero and being a Villain. Then he got a closer look at where her powers came from and decided to stay as far from her world as he could.
Every god had found someone that could more or less fit, but the Time God turned them down for one reason or the other. His mind finally stopped on Mara's choice. It was a thirteen-year old boy with a lightning scar on his forehead and innate magical abilities. In his world, his kind was known as Wizards. Quickly, Akatosh checked his background. His eyes widened.
Whole family killed by a necromancer when he was one, raised by his non-powered uncle and aunt who knew his true nature and hid it from him, all the while loathing him for what he was and outright abusing him. Currently going to a magic school where he had only two real friends, mildly gifted in magic, and courageous enough to make Talos proud, having faced both a possessed necromancer at eleven and a monstrous serpent able to kill with its eyes at twelve. He was good in a fight, but still had room to learn. And, finally, he wasn't alone in his head.
Akatosh looked closer. Just like Azura's Chosen, there was someone in the teenager's mind, a soul fragment that oozed with malevolence and darkness as repulsive as Namira. The dragon god nodded.
"Him."
Jyggalag, Hermaeus Mora and Julianos instantly went to work. Nocturnal shook her head.
"If only I had my Skeleton Key… Akatosh, you and I need to talk while they bring the boy to our realm."
The dragon god was surprised, but agreed. Despite being associated with thieves and shadows, Nocturnal was also the Daedric Prince of Luck and one of the nicest of her kind.
Meanwhile, the three gods were working. Hermaeus had dived two tentacles in Jyggalag's chest, draining him of his strength while another was stuck in. Julianos, feeding the Divine with the power of the Prince of Order. The god of Wisdom drew an intricate pentacle in the Aetheric window that let them watch the young wizard's world. The boy had just run from his uncle and aunt's house and was wandering the streets, his only desire being to put as much distance as he could between him and his hated home. Hermaeus Mora looked at him.
"Let us grant him his wish…"
The pentacle turned into a gateway as the boy sat down on a bench. Fast as lightning, the Daedric Prince's tentacle snatched him.
"Akatosh!" Jyggalag called, his voice weary and wavering. "We got him!"
The Time God had just finished talking with Nocturnal. He instantly went to work as Jyggalag, Julianos and Hermaeus retreated to their realms to rest. As simple as the operation had been, drawing the pentacle and opening the barrier had done a number on them. The other gods stayed at a respectable distance and watched Akatosh get to work.
~*~
Harry had no idea what was going on, just that he felt particularly sleepy. His eyelids felt heavy and his body seemed to be floating in the Void, except the little he could glimpse told him it wasn't the Void per se but a sea of stars. Then a mind-rending headache seized him.
Akatosh frowned. What had made him choose the boy over the others was that dark soul he hosted within him. His body was already accustomed to having another powerful essence mingled to itself. The putrid soul wasn't as powerful as that of the Time God, but if he performed the mingling carefully, the boy would survive. He seized the dark soul and tore it from the boy's mind, earning a scream. Then he took a part of himself and slowly placed it in the place where the essence had been.
The pain was replaced by a feeling unlike anything he had felt before. It was like there was a hole in his mind, and something that felt like warm, liquid honey was filling it. Harry hummed. The warmth progressively invaded his body until it had completely replaced the pain. Feeling like this, it was easier to fall back to sleep. Sleep, and forget the strange cold sensation as something had snatched him from the bench in an alley of Little Winding, as he was running away from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, promising himself to never return.
Akatosh grinned. The process had gone flawlessly. He took the time to look at the soul he had removed and jumped.
"Anu, this can't be!"
"Is there something wrong, Marty?" Sheogorath asked.
Akatosh looked at him in disbelief.
"This soul is actually a fragment of the essence of the necromancer that robbed the boy from his family. This is why it felt so wicked."
"Give it to me." Hermaeus Mora called from afar. "It will be my pleasure to study it thoroughly and find out how it found itself within the boy."
Akatosh hesitated. The Daedric Prince waved a tentacle.
"Consider it the price of my help. It will make a fine distraction while your Chosen saves Nirn. I leave messing with him to my brethren."
"Fair enough." The dragon god sighed as he gave him the soul shard.
Nocturnal stepped forward.
"Akatosh…"
"Don't worry. I would have agreed to help you, bargain or not. The boy will help you retrieve the Skeleton Key. You showed me a little of what Mercer Frey had done. He will pay for it, I promise."
Nocturnal smiled.
"I am the Daedric Prince of thieves, Akatosh. Thieves do nothing without expecting something else in return, this is the way we are… and it goes both ways. The boy will have my support. He'll need it if he wants to stop the end of the world."
On this, she kissed him. Akatosh was so surprised he remained motionless for a moment. Sheogorath grinned.
"Did she just steal a kiss from you?"
"That she did." The Time God admitted. "And I'm not even mad. She's pretty. Now, back to the boy…"
Akatosh nodded. Gathering a tiny spark of energy, he crafted it in an amulet he placed on the boy's neck, then took him and carefully teleported him on Nirn.
Alduin may be coming back and the Thalmor may have killed the True Dragonborn, but Akatosh loved Nirn. He wouldn't see it end now, no matter what it took.
* * * *
So, how was that little first chapter? Note that it is basically canon that Skyrim's Sheogorath is the Hero of Kvatch while Akatosh is also Martin Septim. Yes, the God of Time's best friend is the physical embodiment of Madness. Try not to think too hard about it...
And cookie points to those who can guess who are the other potential Chosens.
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Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I don't have a clue as to who this might be.
Sora, no doubt.
Again, no idea.
Yugi? Seriously?
Yeah, Aang's needed on his own world.
Poor Taylor, missed out on a chance to be a true hero...
- Location
- Poland
Didn't you upload this tory on ff.net before ? I could swear I've seen this story before...
Apart from that, it looks interesting. Also, poor Taylor, no Dragonborn magic for you
Apart from that, it looks interesting. Also, poor Taylor, no Dragonborn magic for you
Alpha Zerg
The Last Primal Zerg
- Location
- Zerus
Nice introduction, but the title could use something else. I couldn't say what, but it's a bit long/redundant or whatever.
The personalities of the Daedric Princes and Aedra seem a bit off, but it doesn't matter much unless you plan to feature them often in the story.
Other than that, I look forward to seeing what you do with it.
Edit: Off the top of my head, something like "Transmigration" would work for this story, from what you've shown.
The personalities of the Daedric Princes and Aedra seem a bit off, but it doesn't matter much unless you plan to feature them often in the story.
Other than that, I look forward to seeing what you do with it.
Edit: Off the top of my head, something like "Transmigration" would work for this story, from what you've shown.
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Sora, Yugi, Taylor/Skitter, and Aang were obvious.
Don't know Talos's or Hircine's picks, but I suspect Fire Emblem or final fantasy. Maaaybe quantum leap or ranma, but I doubt it.
edit: after review, Rand al'Thor did modify time and world hop, what with Balefire. And there's Drakengard. Maybe homestuck? So I've got a couple guesses.
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- USA
I like this, watched.
- Location
- Neverwhen
Is the mercenary Squall Leonhart from Final Fantasy 8?
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Elia41
Helpless dreamer
- Location
- France
And... new chapter here. For the Chosen, they are, in order: Squall Leonheart, Sora, Sarkhan Vol (Magic, the Gathering), Yugi Muto, Aang and Taylor Hebert/Skitter.
Now, on to the chapter...
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I woke up to a splitting headache and the sound of hooves on a road. I grumbled. My vision was blurry, and whatever was on my skin was rough and itchy. Not the best way to wake up… I stirred, raising my hands to adjust my glasses, and frowned as I felt them tied.
"What's going on?"
My vision cleared and I started realizing my predicament. Once again, I was in trouble.
My hands were tied, my usual clothes had been replaced by rags, I was in a cart and there were three men, one in rags, one in armor and the last wearing a fur-trimmed armor and a gag. There were armed men wearing roman-looking armor, and another cart carrying prisoners was in front of us.
I sighed mentally. If only I knew what had happened! One moment, I was swearing I would never return to the Dursleys and, the next second, I was getting drowsy in a sea of stars, only to get a splitting headache. Now, I was awake in a cart headed Merlin knew where and a prisoner. Nice start. Really, nice start. What's next? A public execution?
"Hey, kid. You're awake?"
The man who said that was the armored one. His long blonde hairs and stout built felt rather Nordic to me.
"Yeah." I grumbled. "My head hurts. What's going on?"
The man looked away.
"We're heading to Sovngarde. How did you get here, kid?" The man raised a brow. "You look young. Not a hair on your chin yet."
"I turned thirteen… I think yesterday. I don't remember well. My memory is… blurry. A lot. Where are we?" I looked around. "And what's Sovngarde? A city?"
There was surprise in the man's eyes. Sadness as well.
"Thirteen… Such a young age to die."
"What?"
My whole body tensed. Die? What did the man mean? Surely, we weren't…
My thoughts were cut short by his next words.
"Sovngarde is the home of the braves, the place where fallen Nord warriors go after they die. I knew the Imperials could step low, but to sentence a child to death… Those bastards!"
My eyes widened. My mind screeched to a halt.
"But, I didn't do anything! I don't know… I don't know how I got there or what I did – I don't know anything!"
It was then that I realized what was truly going on. Somehow, someone or something had taken me in another world, depriving me of everything I owned but the glasses on my face, and I was being carted to my death for absolutely no reason.
I cried. I couldn't help it. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred and George, Professor Dumbledore… Their faces passed in my mind and I choked on my tears.
I would never see them again. My friends… Did they know I had disappeared? When would they find out? Would they find out what had happened to me, how I was executed as soon as I arrived in that foreign world? Would they miss me? Would they cry?
A soldier hit my head with something hard.
"Shut up!"
This made me cry harder. I cured in a ball, waiting. Just waiting. I would be dead soon. I was hit again but I didn't care. I didn't feel anything anymore. My body had gone numb and my vision felt grayed. I think I saw the blonde man give me a pitied look and say something about… Talos? Maybe it was Talos. Finally, we arrived at our destination. I don't remember the village well, only that its name was Helgen and it was a mix of wooden houses and stone walls. One by one, we were taken from the cart and called for the block. There was a man holding a list. His hairs were dark red.
"What's your name, kid?"
"Harry." I whispered.
I saw the man frown.
"You're not on the list."
I shook my head. It didn't matter. I headed to the execution line without being told so, much to everyone's surprise. No need to try and fight fate. The other man in our cart, the one in rags, had tried to run. Archers had shot him dead. I heard something from the sky, like a distant roar as an elder legionary spoke to the man with a fur cloak. A girl, apparently a priestess, began talking but was cut by one of the prisoners.
"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with!"
I remember him laughing and taunting his captors before the headsman beheaded him. I didn't flinch at the sight. It just made me feel empty.
The roar echoed again, louder, this time. Someone gestured at me to come and I knelt docilely on the block. The headsman raised his axe…
…I should have really paid more attention to that roar. It was the roar of a dragon, big, black and jagged, that landed on the tower above us and breathed something that knocked the headsman cold.
The place was chaos after that. Rocks began falling from the sky as archers went after the monster. I felt someone grab my arm and all but drag me to a tower.
"Here, we should be safe for now. Come on, kid. Show me these bonds."
I numbly recognized the voice of the man from the cart. I obeyed and held my wrists. He cut the restrains with a sword. The man in the fur cloak looked at me.
"They were willing to execute a child… It makes me disgusted with the Empire even more. A chance that dragon struck!"
The blonde man looked at him.
"A dragon? Jarl Ulfric, does that mean… the legends were true?"
"Legends don't burn down villages!" Ulfric retorted. "This one was real, and it's gonna kill us with the Imperials if we stay here. Come on, let's leave!" He looked at me. "Ralof, keep the kid with you! He's going to die if we leave him alone."
The armored warrior held my hand and guided me toward the top of the tower. He stopped just in time for us to avoid the black dragon bursting a hole in the wall and breathing fire through it, killing a man. I think I heard words as he breathed. Yol… Toor… Shul? I had no idea what it meant.
From the hole, Ralof held me and jumped through the collapsed roof of an inn. We ran. Chaos was all around us, between the villagers dying and the Imperials vainly firing arrows and spells at the beast, to no effect whatsoever… The dragon didn't even seem to notice he was being attacked. He just rampaged through the village, killing people indiscriminately. I saw a young boy, even younger than me, being taken to safety by a legionary. Amidst the confusion, no one noticed a small group of prisoners making their escape.
The black dragon did. He swooped down on us, breathing fire and forcing us to scatter. Then he landed in front of me, the force of the landing putting me off balance. His red eyes starred at me and I found myself paralyzed. I don't know if it was from fear, like a deer in the headlights, or if his eyes had frozen me like that of the basilisk. I just know he looked down my neck.
This is when I noticed it. There was a purple amulet hanging by a leather strap, crafted in the shape of a dragon that was holding an amethyst. The dragon looked at me, opened its jaws…
Out of the blues, a brown dragon with tattered wings came barreling into him. The black dragon crashed into the keep.
"Paarthurnax!" He snarled. "Dii rax wah hin ruus!!!"
The brown dragon stood.
"Aalkos, Alduin. Nus ni het ahrk ni dahsul."
I had no idea what they'd said. The brown dragon turned to a wall and breathed.
GOL BEX AL
Earth opened right under the wall, causing it to collapse. The brown dragon looked at me.
"Run! Now!"
I didn't need to be told twice. No more frozen, I ran through the wall as fast as I could. The echoes of the two dragons fighting behind me followed me as I dived in the forest, running until my throat felt sore and my legs simply refused to move. There was a large tree nearby. I willed myself to reach it and fell between its roots. I was asleep moments later.
* * * *
Alright, time for a little translation:
Dii rax wah hin ruus: My teeth to your neck
Aalkos, Alduin. Nus ni het ahrk ni dahsul: Maybe, Alduin. But not here, and not today.
GOL BEX AL: Earth Open Destroy; Earthquake. Harry will learn the Thu'um later in the story.
So, as you can see, things don't play exactly lie in the game. On a side note, I will include Dawnguard and Hearthfire, and probably Dragonborn in the next book. As for Harry's journey, it will last about a year, during the time of his third year. He'll be back for the fourth.
Now, on to the chapter...
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Outsider 1.2
I woke up to a splitting headache and the sound of hooves on a road. I grumbled. My vision was blurry, and whatever was on my skin was rough and itchy. Not the best way to wake up… I stirred, raising my hands to adjust my glasses, and frowned as I felt them tied.
"What's going on?"
My vision cleared and I started realizing my predicament. Once again, I was in trouble.
My hands were tied, my usual clothes had been replaced by rags, I was in a cart and there were three men, one in rags, one in armor and the last wearing a fur-trimmed armor and a gag. There were armed men wearing roman-looking armor, and another cart carrying prisoners was in front of us.
I sighed mentally. If only I knew what had happened! One moment, I was swearing I would never return to the Dursleys and, the next second, I was getting drowsy in a sea of stars, only to get a splitting headache. Now, I was awake in a cart headed Merlin knew where and a prisoner. Nice start. Really, nice start. What's next? A public execution?
"Hey, kid. You're awake?"
The man who said that was the armored one. His long blonde hairs and stout built felt rather Nordic to me.
"Yeah." I grumbled. "My head hurts. What's going on?"
The man looked away.
"We're heading to Sovngarde. How did you get here, kid?" The man raised a brow. "You look young. Not a hair on your chin yet."
"I turned thirteen… I think yesterday. I don't remember well. My memory is… blurry. A lot. Where are we?" I looked around. "And what's Sovngarde? A city?"
There was surprise in the man's eyes. Sadness as well.
"Thirteen… Such a young age to die."
"What?"
My whole body tensed. Die? What did the man mean? Surely, we weren't…
My thoughts were cut short by his next words.
"Sovngarde is the home of the braves, the place where fallen Nord warriors go after they die. I knew the Imperials could step low, but to sentence a child to death… Those bastards!"
My eyes widened. My mind screeched to a halt.
"But, I didn't do anything! I don't know… I don't know how I got there or what I did – I don't know anything!"
It was then that I realized what was truly going on. Somehow, someone or something had taken me in another world, depriving me of everything I owned but the glasses on my face, and I was being carted to my death for absolutely no reason.
I cried. I couldn't help it. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred and George, Professor Dumbledore… Their faces passed in my mind and I choked on my tears.
I would never see them again. My friends… Did they know I had disappeared? When would they find out? Would they find out what had happened to me, how I was executed as soon as I arrived in that foreign world? Would they miss me? Would they cry?
A soldier hit my head with something hard.
"Shut up!"
This made me cry harder. I cured in a ball, waiting. Just waiting. I would be dead soon. I was hit again but I didn't care. I didn't feel anything anymore. My body had gone numb and my vision felt grayed. I think I saw the blonde man give me a pitied look and say something about… Talos? Maybe it was Talos. Finally, we arrived at our destination. I don't remember the village well, only that its name was Helgen and it was a mix of wooden houses and stone walls. One by one, we were taken from the cart and called for the block. There was a man holding a list. His hairs were dark red.
"What's your name, kid?"
"Harry." I whispered.
I saw the man frown.
"You're not on the list."
I shook my head. It didn't matter. I headed to the execution line without being told so, much to everyone's surprise. No need to try and fight fate. The other man in our cart, the one in rags, had tried to run. Archers had shot him dead. I heard something from the sky, like a distant roar as an elder legionary spoke to the man with a fur cloak. A girl, apparently a priestess, began talking but was cut by one of the prisoners.
"For the love of Talos, shut up and let's get this over with!"
I remember him laughing and taunting his captors before the headsman beheaded him. I didn't flinch at the sight. It just made me feel empty.
The roar echoed again, louder, this time. Someone gestured at me to come and I knelt docilely on the block. The headsman raised his axe…
…I should have really paid more attention to that roar. It was the roar of a dragon, big, black and jagged, that landed on the tower above us and breathed something that knocked the headsman cold.
The place was chaos after that. Rocks began falling from the sky as archers went after the monster. I felt someone grab my arm and all but drag me to a tower.
"Here, we should be safe for now. Come on, kid. Show me these bonds."
I numbly recognized the voice of the man from the cart. I obeyed and held my wrists. He cut the restrains with a sword. The man in the fur cloak looked at me.
"They were willing to execute a child… It makes me disgusted with the Empire even more. A chance that dragon struck!"
The blonde man looked at him.
"A dragon? Jarl Ulfric, does that mean… the legends were true?"
"Legends don't burn down villages!" Ulfric retorted. "This one was real, and it's gonna kill us with the Imperials if we stay here. Come on, let's leave!" He looked at me. "Ralof, keep the kid with you! He's going to die if we leave him alone."
The armored warrior held my hand and guided me toward the top of the tower. He stopped just in time for us to avoid the black dragon bursting a hole in the wall and breathing fire through it, killing a man. I think I heard words as he breathed. Yol… Toor… Shul? I had no idea what it meant.
From the hole, Ralof held me and jumped through the collapsed roof of an inn. We ran. Chaos was all around us, between the villagers dying and the Imperials vainly firing arrows and spells at the beast, to no effect whatsoever… The dragon didn't even seem to notice he was being attacked. He just rampaged through the village, killing people indiscriminately. I saw a young boy, even younger than me, being taken to safety by a legionary. Amidst the confusion, no one noticed a small group of prisoners making their escape.
The black dragon did. He swooped down on us, breathing fire and forcing us to scatter. Then he landed in front of me, the force of the landing putting me off balance. His red eyes starred at me and I found myself paralyzed. I don't know if it was from fear, like a deer in the headlights, or if his eyes had frozen me like that of the basilisk. I just know he looked down my neck.
This is when I noticed it. There was a purple amulet hanging by a leather strap, crafted in the shape of a dragon that was holding an amethyst. The dragon looked at me, opened its jaws…
Out of the blues, a brown dragon with tattered wings came barreling into him. The black dragon crashed into the keep.
"Paarthurnax!" He snarled. "Dii rax wah hin ruus!!!"
The brown dragon stood.
"Aalkos, Alduin. Nus ni het ahrk ni dahsul."
I had no idea what they'd said. The brown dragon turned to a wall and breathed.
GOL BEX AL
Earth opened right under the wall, causing it to collapse. The brown dragon looked at me.
"Run! Now!"
I didn't need to be told twice. No more frozen, I ran through the wall as fast as I could. The echoes of the two dragons fighting behind me followed me as I dived in the forest, running until my throat felt sore and my legs simply refused to move. There was a large tree nearby. I willed myself to reach it and fell between its roots. I was asleep moments later.
* * * *
Alright, time for a little translation:
Dii rax wah hin ruus: My teeth to your neck
Aalkos, Alduin. Nus ni het ahrk ni dahsul: Maybe, Alduin. But not here, and not today.
GOL BEX AL: Earth Open Destroy; Earthquake. Harry will learn the Thu'um later in the story.
So, as you can see, things don't play exactly lie in the game. On a side note, I will include Dawnguard and Hearthfire, and probably Dragonborn in the next book. As for Harry's journey, it will last about a year, during the time of his third year. He'll be back for the fourth.
How is it that Harry knows that he's in another world? He is both a child, and not very worldly. Nor into much fiction either if I remember right. So it would be far more natural for him to think he was transported - probably magically - to some random area of the world, possibly/probably overseas, not leap straight to being on a different world altogether.
While the lower tech level could be a clue, Harry has been introduced to the wizard world and knows that they are pretty backwards tech wise, so that's not a deal breaker for him.
While I can see him realizing that he's in a different world after talking to more people and looking at maps when he has time and resources to see about trying to get back home, that is something that should take a while since he doesn't have much of anything at the moment and I don't remember a lot of books and maps in Riverwood.
While the lower tech level could be a clue, Harry has been introduced to the wizard world and knows that they are pretty backwards tech wise, so that's not a deal breaker for him.
While I can see him realizing that he's in a different world after talking to more people and looking at maps when he has time and resources to see about trying to get back home, that is something that should take a while since he doesn't have much of anything at the moment and I don't remember a lot of books and maps in Riverwood.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
You did see the bit where numerous Aedra and Daedra joined forces to bring Harry to Nirn, didn't you? Is it so hard to imagine they may have implanted even a small amount of knowledge in his head?
Elia41
Helpless dreamer
- Location
- France
Let's say fifty-fifty.
Dark Brotherhood is kaput, there will be some fun with the Daedra, the Companions will - at first - not go beyond 1/3 of the quest series, I haven't really set my mind on things for Winterhold and expect lots of fun with the Thieves Guild.
There will be some trouble between Harry and the Blades, so expect some issues during the main senario quest and because Harry's going to be neutral, expect no Civil War quest.
After that, I do plan on doing Dawnguard. How, it's about on the same level as Winterhold, plan-Wise.
Dark Brotherhood is kaput, there will be some fun with the Daedra, the Companions will - at first - not go beyond 1/3 of the quest series, I haven't really set my mind on things for Winterhold and expect lots of fun with the Thieves Guild.
There will be some trouble between Harry and the Blades, so expect some issues during the main senario quest and because Harry's going to be neutral, expect no Civil War quest.
After that, I do plan on doing Dawnguard. How, it's about on the same level as Winterhold, plan-Wise.
Nianque
Verified Dragon
So does that mean that later on that may change?
Also what are you doing about the Harry Potter side of things? Anything?
Elia41
Helpless dreamer
- Location
- France
The reason I won't go very far in the Companion storyline is because Harry won't become a werewolf. Later, however, the Silver Hand will attack Jorrvaskr... with predictable result. And Harry won't be remotely happy about it. But it will come later in the story, either after the middle or near the end.
As for the HP side, there will sometimes be interludes regarding people's reaction to Harry's disappearance.
As for the HP side, there will sometimes be interludes regarding people's reaction to Harry's disappearance.
SnorlaxMotive
Fear the Lax! Praise the Snor!
- Location
- Narnia, down the tree from Bag's End
I like. Got a nice flair about it. Wonderin if old Dumbly is a manipulative jerk, or the hilarious old guy that messes with everybody.