53w, 5dSkyrim Equestria
And so, after all of his training, his hard work and determination, he was finally here. After taking a ride on the back of his new dragon friend Odahviing, he had arrived at a fortress somewhere high in the mountains of Skyrim. He had to fight tooth and nail, killing two dragons and a dragon priest to get to the portal to Sovngarde. The dragon priest had been especially hard seeing as, even though he had already killed eight of them already, they were tough sons of bitches to fight, he had to down 3 health potions just to survive, but he was rewarded with the key to the Nordic afterlife.
As he was walking through the misty roads of his ancestors heaven, he started to look back on his past adventures in Skyrim. As a large brown haired Nord, he had fit right in, even though he had been gone for a good few years, he thinks. The truth of the matter is, he could not remember anything before he was on the cart off to his execution, nothing. He could not even remember his name, all he had been told was that he was “The Prisoner”, and so that was who he became. He believed that if you do bad, you deserve to die, if you do good you deserve to live, he became a force of justice in the north, a Judge, Juror and Executioner. If you stole without good reason you would die, but if it was to feed a starving family, he would give you a handful of coins and have you on your way.
On along the road he saw faces from the past, such as General Tullius, whom he and the soon-to-be High King Ulfric Stormcloak had killed in his War room. Normally the chance to kill imperials would delight the Dovahkiin, but the last words of the General still haunt him to this very day, more than any threat could, “This is what they wanted.” Normally the Dovahkiin would have brushed it off as a dying man trying to mess with him, but it stuck with him because it held a little nugget of truth it made it all the more harder to forget.
After travelling for a bit longer down the misty roads he comes across what he has been looking for, the Hall of Valor, the legendary home of Ysgramor himself and the first 500 Companions. But as he is about to cross the dragon skeleton bridge he sees a man blocking his way.
“I am Dovahkiin, Harbinger of the Companions, I seek to cross this Bridge to get the finest warriors in the land of Skyrim.” Exclaimed the Dovahkiin, trying to talk his way to the bridge
“...” The Gatekeeper said nothing
“You make me sad, that a fellow brother in arms will not join me, but so be it, just let me through.” The Dovahkiin said, bitter that he had been turned down.
As the Dovahkiin tries to get past, the fur-clothed warrior moves in his way.
“None shall pass!” The Gatekeeper said.
“What?!” exclaimed the Dovahkiin
“None shall pass!” The Gatekeeper said again
“I have no quarrel with you, good warrior, but I must cross this bridge!” The Dovahkiin appealed.
“Then you shall have to best me.”
“I command you as the Harbinger of the Companions to stand aside!” He hated to pull the “Rank” card, but in this circumstance it had to be done.
“I move for no man!” Shouted the Gatekeeper, who was wearing on the Dovahkiin’s patience.
“So be it!” Now the Dovahkiin was really angry, how dare he stop him from saving Tamriel.
As he went to swing, the Gatekeeper parried and lashed out with a strike of his own, had it not been for the Dragonplate armour he had been wearing, the lunge would have skewered him. But as his sword was still outstretched he lashed out with his fist instead, hitting the Gatekeeper with an uppercut to his under-protected jaw. The Gatekeeper, still attacking, gave the Dovahkiin no option but to put on his full offensive. He blocked one of his attackers swipes and lashed out with an attack of his own, but instead of merely leaving a cut or bruise as he had intended, he had instead taken off the Gatekeeper’s left arm.
“Now stand aside, worthy adversary.” Said the Dovahkiin, eager to end the Battle.
“Tis but a scratch!” Boasted the Gatekeeper.
“A SCRATCH!, I took off your arm!”
“I have had worse!”
“Come on you pansy!”
“Alright! I have had enough of playing your stupid games, STAND ASIDE!”
“Have at you.”
“Fuck this!, FUS RO DAH!”
And with that the Gatekeeper was no more, hurtling off the edge while screaming about something only being a flesh wound. As the Dovahkiin started to make his way across the Bridge he chanced a look down, which he instantly regretted. Underneath him was a 500 foot drop into what looked like a river of blood, while he was up here, on a skeleton of an ancient dragon that could fall any moment. Needless to say he hurried over in record time without looking down again.
When he reached the Hall of Valor it was like nothing he had ever seen before, it was so angular but ancient at the same time, with lighting everywhere to highlight its beauty. Inside was also amazing, you could hear stories of old from Harbingers of the past, when the dragons first came and the heroes that tried to stop them. You could also see great heroes of Legend, like Olaf one eye, the Jarl of Whiterun, telling the story of how he tamed his dragon adversary Numinex, or Jurgen Windcaller telling the tale of his withstanding the Voices of his most powerful foes for 2 days before they tired out. But who the Dovahkiin was really looking for are Felldir the Old, Hakon One-Eye and Gormlaith Goldenhilt. They are the Ancient Nordic Heroes of Old who originally caused Alduin to go forward in time.
When you go up to them you ask: “Will you, mightiest of warriors, help me the Dovahkiin, vanquish Alduin once and for all, ending his reign of tyranny over our afterlife and letting the true heroes back into Sovngarde.”
The Dovahkiin asked, hoping his inspirational speech was enough to win them over.
“Aye, we will Dovahkiin, he has been a menace and a blight upon our sacred homeland for millennia, and we will be happy to see him dead for the last time” Exclaimed the Heroes, eager for a chance to put right their wrong.
“Then follow me, and we shall march forward, FOR VICTORY!”
“Alright then, but no need to shout.”
When they stood outside the Hall of Valour they could see the mists getting thicker, preparing to shroud them indefinitely if they do not find better ground. After crossing the dragon bridge again, this time the Dovahkiin remembering not to look down, instead focusing on the goal at hand.
When they reached the battlefield where the Gatekeeper had been bested, his arm strewn across the ground, they felt the mists dissipate a little bit, allowing them to see about 10 feet in front of them.
“Dovahkiin, you must use LOK VAH KOOR to clear these misty skies, else they will overwhelm us .”
“Okay, let me just get into position.”
The Dovahkiin shuffled about on the spot, tensing himself against the floor, ready to shout.
“Let’s do this, LOK VAH KOOR.” shouted the Dovahkiin, seeing the energy discharge from his mouth like a wave.
The mists cleared almost instantly, but inside them he saw destruction incarnate. Alduin was about 100 feet in front of them, looking as menacing as ever. It was hard to believe that if it had not been for him, the only hope for Skyrim would have been lost on an executioner’s block in Helgen.
“So, the mighty Dovahkiin has come to vanquish me, God of Destruction, Firstborn of Akatosh, what makes you think you can best me.” taunted the Dragon, looking as if ready to pounce.
“We have come to stop you and finish what the heroes of old failed to do, you are no God worthy of the blood of the nine, you are scum that will be banished to the darkest planes of Oblivion!” screamed the Dovahkiin, but still barely heard as the fog was coming back.
“One as young as you has no chance against one as old and wise as me. You have not yet reached a half century, while I have lived for EONS, the moves you will make are ones that many have made before you, and they have all died, so now, on this battlefield, you are MINE!” and with that he charged at the group, jaws flung open, wide enough to swallow one of them whole.
The god swiped at Hakon, throwing him off the cliff to his doom, but when he was distracted, the Dovahkiin shouted at him “YOL TOOR SHUL”, this let out a menacing breath of fire, boosted in power by his meditation sessions with Paarthurnax. This made Alduin howl with rage, taking another lunge at the group, this time it was Felldir that fell, having his head severed from his neck, rolling off into the ravine where his brother-in-arms lay. At this point it was only the Dovahkiin and Gormlaith left, and in the rage of losing her oldest friends, charged at the colossal beast taking out one of his eyes.
“Take that you milk drinking BASTARD!” she screamed as she lunged
At this point Alduin was getting sloppy, attacking out of fear more than rage, trying to keep himself alive, but lady luck was on his side for this battle as he breathed a jet of blue fire right at her, and as she had nowhere to hide, she took it on full force, with no protection other than her steel armour, she cooked to a crisp.
The Dovahkiin had only one more chance left before he was going to be pounced upon, and he had to make it count. He called out “TIID KLO UL.” This slowed down time as he reached for an arrow to notch into his already drawn bow. He poisoned it with frostbite venom, and loosed it right in between Alduin’s eyes. Then, while the monster was screaming out in pain, he drew his sword once again. The Dovahkiin charged at Alduin, but, as he neared the beast it lashed out a claw, hitting the Dovahkiin directly in the stomach. The blow ripped directly through his plating and punctured his skin. The wound seemed to get bigger and bigger, until the dragon had been able to get a complete claw inside. Alduin then threw the Dovahkiin back, making him land near the edge of the cliff, almost falling off.
And as he lay there, covered in blood and almost on the verge of death. He was waiting for the sweet release of death to finally let him go to rest after a year of helping those in need. He then felt a large surge of energy envelop him, lifting him off his feet and pulling him into a swirling vortex above him. It was then that he heard the laughing.
“What, you think I will kill you? You are sorely mistaken hatchling! If I kill you, another of your kind will be born and try to usurp me from my throne. I am sending you to a universe where you will be gone, but not dead, so I can better torment this world without you.”
With that the Dovahkiin tried his best to stay conscious and fight his inner demons, but after fighting to near exhaustion, he gave up and fell into the warm embrace of sleep.
The last thing the Dovahkiin could remember was the voice of Alduin, mocking him and cursing his name, leaving him to forever wander an unknown world, but before he could be sucked into the vortex swirling above him, he felt a supreme sense of calm wash over him, and then a being of immense power guide him through it, almost as if Akatosh himself had guided him to a world that needed him more than Nirn.
But then as he opened his eyes to check on his surroundings, he saw himself in a very large steaming crater, dressed head to toe in dark silver ebony armour, with his weapons hung by his sides. But the weird thing wasn’t him being in a crater, nor was the fact that his armour had changed completely, it was the fact that there were six pastel coloured, for lack of a better word, “Ponies” surrounding him, with one poking him with her hoof.
The last thing he could hear before passing out from a mixture of exhaustion and confusion was one of the “ponies” saying:
“Twi, ah’m thinkin’ that you should be sendin’ a letter to tha Princess right ‘bout now?”