//------------------------------// // The Sixth // Story: A Dragonborn, Destiny, and Very Small Horses // by DarrParrot //------------------------------// A Dragonborn, Destiny, and Very Small Horses 6 Or The Daedra Speaks and The Bridge Breaks         (Darr-Ei's Note on Nirn: I will take this time to explain something regarding my world to all of the readers. In my world of Mundus there exist Daedra. Although to be honest, Daedra exist outside of the mortal plane in a place referred to as Oblivion. I might get into that later. It involves the metaphysical and some concepts I have yet to fully understand, nor even find names for. As a matter of fact, these concepts are unknown to the majority of the world, as well they should be. Anyway, these Daedra are immortal, unimaginably powerful, and have barely any concern for mortals. Their lack of concern for mortals does not make them evil. It simply means they are not bound by any strict sense of morality. They simply do what will assist them.          Despite their status as primordial god beings, they still fall victim to mortal failings. There are sixteen Daedra in all, and they are all genderless; however, I will refer to their gender as how I perceived them. I shall also list their names and personalities just for clarifications sake. There is Azura, Prince of Dawn and Dusk. She is mainly benevolent, but when you do incur her wrath, it is painful and swift. There is Boethiah, Prince of Deceit and Betrayal. She is mostly seen as "evil", tormenting mortals and enjoying the pain she causes them. I hate her so much. Forced me to sacrifice a friend. Back to the narrative. There is Clavicus Vile, Prince of Wishes and Bargains, who is a rather treacherous fellow. There is Hermaeus Mora, Prince of Knowledge, who is absolutely terrifying. He pretty much knows everything. He is rather elusive. There is Hircine, Prince of Hunts and Man-Beasts, who enjoys bringing mortals into his plane to hunt or to hunt them. He is somewhat fair in his ways. There is Malacath, Prince of Curses and The Ostracized. He also enjoys watching mortals fight amongst themselves but he can still be respectful. There is Mehrunes Dagon, Prince of Destruction. It is all in the name for him. He is probably the most evil out of all of the Daedra. He continually tries to destroy humanity, but somehow always fails. There is Mephala, Prince of Spiders, and identifies with secrecy; henceforth, not much is known of her. Another Daedric Prince, is Meridia. She is the Prince of Life, and the Enemy of the Dead. She hates necromancers and the undead, for she sees them as abominations. There is Molag Bal, who goes by the names of  Prince of Domination, the Corrupter, Creator of Corprus, Corrupted Creator, Corner of the House of Trouble, Lord of Dominion. He is on the same level of evil as Dagon. Oh, Molag also goes by King of Rape. He is a massive ass-hat. Except his domain is completely and utterly terrifying. There is Namira, Prince of Ancient Darkness, and she identifies with repulsive creatures. She made me kill an innocent priest and eat his flesh as some sort of demented feast. I was so enraged I murdered all of those who attended her feast.  There is Nocturnal, Prince of Night. She appears as a woman to most, and has dealings with the Thieves Guild. Rather kind. There is Peryite, the Prince of Pestilence. A rather disturbed prince. There is also Sanguine, Prince of Debauchery. Sanguine is a nomad of sorts. He does whatever he finds fun and chaotic. He may destroy you though. Might appear as one named "Sam". Don't try and out drink him. There is also Vaermina, Prince of Nightmares. I have yet to deal with her, yet she seems untrustworthy.         Finally, we have Sheogorath or Jyggalag. Sheogorath is the Prince of Madness. There is not much else I can say regarding this. Madness is a terrible thing. Jyggalag is the Prince of Order. Jyggalag was transformed into Sheogorath after Jyggalag fell out of favor with the other Daedra. No one knows much about Jyggalag of course, considering he was Sheogorath for as long as time can remember. with the other Daedra. No one knows much about Jyggalag of course, considering he was Sheogorath for as long as time can remember. Anyway, Sheogorath is incredibly unpredictable (as is his domain) and it is best not to talk to him. However, he may talk to you. You should not wish for such a thing.         Well. These are the Daedra. I have had dealings with the majority of them. I tried to gain their favor in exchange for power. Power that I needed at the time. I did things I wasn't proud of, but nothing really changes.         It is time for another explanation. The visions I had when I first arrived in this land of yours. Of the images I saw. The image of the Tower I had was the image of godhood. I did not know this before the events I will relay to you soon.         You may ask of Valus, but he will give you that information himself. I was ordered to explain some of what was occurring.         For Tahlvedimaa's significance and how I was controlled while under the influence of the Daedric gods, that will be explained soon.)         Well, my vision was completely dark since I was dead. I don't know for how long my vision stayed as such. Then I began to perceive a light coming from somewhere beyond where I was. I felt control over my body once again. I felt I could walk. I began to walk towards the light when I heard a strong, friendly, yet Irish, voice call out, "Hail friend!" and I turned around to see Sheogorath right behind me. He took me by the arm and said "What are you waiting for? To die again? Awful idea that. Follow me you delightful bastard!" ***         "So you finally kicked the proverbial bucket I see! How did you go? Stabbed, hung, crushed, burned, torn apart by a Melon Atronach?!" I opened my mouth to speak but he continued "BAH! Nothing you say will be as interesting as I can make it. This really isn't the point of why I'm here. I don't feel like claiming your soul just yet. I'd have to fight fourteen others for that!" He laughed "Here we are boyo!" and the area around us lit up with stars. I looked around us and I saw the two moons. So we were back in Mundus. Or, to be more specific, the area outside Nirn. The sky.         Sheogorath yelled to no one in particular "Come on ya smarmy bastards! Our delightful guest is here!" and around me appeared 14 ghostly portals. They were surrounding both me and Sheogorath. I decided to ask what the hell was going on because this was a bit too much. I had just died. Seriously. "What the hell is going on?!" I shouted at immortal Daedric Princes because I couldn’t care less at that point. The first to finally speak was Azura. "Greetings loyal assistant. We have called you into Oblivion because you have died."  This was delightfully obvious.         "That explains a lot." I mumble sarcastically to myself. "You tell her!" goads Sheo. "And don't call me Sheo!"  I heard another voice that may have been Nocturnal "Sheogorath, calm yourself. This concerns you as well. It concerns all of us..."  "So why does it matter that I died, and why do you sound worried?"         A booming voice spoke up "We are in danger. With your death you cannot destroy that weak thing that calls itself your master and the master of all. No one shall be anyone's master unless they prove they should be as such. He has not shown himself to be truly stronger or more worthy than anyone in this council. For this, he must be destroyed." This must have been Malacath.         "He wishes to corrupt the dead for his own gain. He will be stopped" said Meridia.         "The thing seeks to cleanse the world with cold. It shall not occur." spoke Peryite.         The rest of the Daedra all gave their own reasons as to why it should be stopped. Well all of them but Sheogorath.         I looked to Sheogorath for his opinion. He spoke up "It speaks of madness and such but what it really seeks is absolute order. I hate it. I won't have it." The statement seemed oddly clear for Sheogorath. Perhaps this truly was as serious as they made it. "Couldn't you have simply stopped him before he did all of these things?" I ask.         Mehrunes spoke "Equestria isn't our domain. It is beyond Aurbis. It may follow similar rules but we are weaker there than we are here." "Well, weak for the combined might of all 16 Daedric Princes is still very strong-" I began.         "Eh, not quite laddie. I killed Jyggalag as a mortal with an artifact and some simple weapons!" spoke Sheogorath. "Wait, a mortal? You were once a mortal? I have heard nothing about this" I asked, confused. "That is a long story I am not going to tell you, boyo." Sheogorath replied somewhat soelemnly.         Azura spoke once more "Dragonborn. Go forth. Heed us and we will reward you immeasurably." I was not one to disobey Daedra so I complied with their orders. I turned around to leave when I realized that I had no idea how to get back. "Oh right! You're dead! Well, your body is in Equestria so I don't think we can bring you back quick as a snap. We do have a way though. Or I do anyway."         "WHAT?!" I yelled. The rest of the Daedra suddenly disappeared. Me and Sheogorath were left alone together. I looked at him and he shrugged. Suddenly the stars around us disappeared and I could see nothing. "Oh, this is odd" mumbled the mad god.         Then we were back at Sovngarde. Sheogorath looked visibly shocked. "What?!" He looked around us and then I saw the Hall of Valor. It looked normal, except just past it was a black cloud. This dark cloud seemed to be steadily encroaching upon the Hall itself.  The warriors of Sovngarde were all outside of the hall watching it move ever closer. Me and Sheogorath both ran toward Tsunthe guardian of the entrance hoping to find out what was occurring. "Hail Dragonborn and... what?! How?!" Tsun drew his blade and faced Sheogorath. "Away evil thing!" cried Tsun. Sheogorath's eyes began to glow in defiance. “YOU THREATEN THE MAD GOD?!” Sheogorath exploded.  They were about to fight when the whale bone bridge shattered and me and Sheogorath were transported elsewhere.         We were standing on a beautiful beach that stretched impossibly far. All around us were Redguard. They looked at us. They seemed calm. It seemed to be around sunset at this time. I saw just to the left of the sun was a storm on the horizon. Behind us was a large jungle where, if I listened close, I could hear a symphony of laughter, drums, and music. This seemed to be the Redguard afterlife of the Far Shores. I turned to a Redguard and asked him what that storm might be. Just before he replied the area around me disappeared.         And then we were on a misty plane. Pure nothingness yet energy radiated here from all directions. I could feel multiple presences all around me. There was laughter in my head and beauty all around. I began to cry, for this was Aetherius. I have always longed to see it. I could always envision it, but it was nothing like I expected.  Suddenly a white dragon appeared from overhead and landed in front of Sheogorath. Sheogorath's voice became softer, less mad. "Martin?" whispered Sheogorath. The dragon nodded and became a black haired breton wearing an incredible set of ornate armor. Sheogorath's form began to shift into the shape of a nord wearing daedric armor. "Yes, champion of Cyrodiil" answered Martin. The nord bowed and Martin laughed. "There is no need for that friend. Why have you become the Mad God?"         "It was not truly my choice." Martin nodded and the nord got up from where he was. The champion looked at me and said "I wish I could've fought you some time. You seem formidable." The two friends walked off. Sheogorath appeared again. "Wait, aren't you him?" I asked the mad god.         "Well not quite my good friend. He simply took my mantle after killing me. I have to let him go now. His time as me was done a long time ago." The environment around us went dark. The stars reappeared and the daedra were back. "This is what we are facing. The destruction of the Aurbis. The very planes of existence. It is impossible to pinpoint why this is happening exactly the way it is. There are too many factors for such a thing. " spoke Hermaeus Mora.         Meridia began to speak "And now to bring you back to carry out our will. Or to show you how for that matter." A portal opened up beside me. Sheogorath called "Goodbye boy! See you later! Hopefully not! We'll see..."  I walked inside. I came into an enormous square room covered in different languages. Daedric, dwemer, and all the other languages I had ever heard of could be seen all over the walls. There were pillars in each corner of the room. It seemed built for a fight to be honest. At this point, I was tired. I had just died and experienced the different afterlives. I was not going to fight anything. What purpose would more senseless murder even serve? I was getting this solved right now.         "If you wish to fight me show yourself! I am in no mood for this retardation!"  I yelled. And around this time about 40 dremora appeared. "MOTHERFU-" ***         Yeah. I completely destroyed them. I was up to my knees in conjured dremora ashes. It smelled damned awful to say the least. The northern space of the room opened up to a hall. I walked into the open entrance of the hall. I looked at the interior and noticed statues lining the left and right side of the hall. It was lined with gigantic statues of every race. I noticed the face of one of the statues. It was one of the Greybeards. I realized now that these were all heros of immeasurable fame and power. I did not recognize most of these heroes.  This hall was incredibly long. It was rather eerie to see all of these dead heroes staring at me, judging my sins and my past. Like always, I kept on walking.         I kept walking until I saw something at the end of the hall. It looked like another human being. I ran and kept running. The distance didn't seem to decrease between me and it. The room became a blur, colors blending into each other.  Eventually I heard a voice within my head. This was not the terrifying presence my other one was. This was different. It was glorious. Godlike.         "Fellow Dragonborn. Show me your Thu'um." I stopped. I thought of a thu’um that would be sufficiently impressive and useful for getting to the human at the end of the hall. The room grew disturbingly silent as I did so. Finally, after some thought, I did as I was told.  "Huld Na Kess" and I was launched forward directly in front of the human.         He was wearing the exact same armor as Talos. Talos' statues were always incredibly impressive, but in person, I could see why he was supposed to be an Aedra. "An Argonian Dragonborn? How interesting. Your land was always difficult to conquer. Be proud of who you are." said the Dragonborn god.           "Talos... I do not know what to say" said I. "There is naught to say my child. You have proved yourself many times as someone who does not falter in the face of adversity. I will bring you back to life, and in that life you shall protect and save. Think on what I told you here. Remember this, The Tower is godhood. It is CHIM. " I inhaled slightly and thought further on what he was saying.  "Oh, and here is a gift. From me to you. It will bring you to life and make you stronger as well. You will need this strength." He inhaled quietly and exhaled these words. "Daal Fin Dovahkiin Wah Keizaal Meyz Nahl" He inhaled once more and exhaled another set of words. "Suleyk Staadnau Thu'um Meyz Norok Viik Vokul"         And at once I felt an incredible power within myself I had not even felt when the blue demon took me over. I had been blessed by a god. I felt my vision grow white and Talos smiled upon me and he disappeared. A humming noise filled my ear drums and all went silent. ***         I awoke to find myself completely naked and with no weapons. My wounds were still there but I felt no pain from them and they were not bleeding. My ribs did seem to be intact and all of my bones were as well.  I was lain on a slab of metal in what looked like a jail cell. I heard someone coming so I acted as if I was still dead. I heard a female voice and an arrogant male voice outside of the door. The female sounded rather majestic. Well, well, well. My killer is back. ***         Yes, well. This is an odd place to start my story. Thanks Darr-Ei. So Celestia and I were discussing what to do with Darr-Ei's body and how to solve the Tahlvedimaa conundrum when we decided to go visit Darr. She wished to check on his condition and I simply wanted to talk to her more. Anyway, I opened the door and walked in to the mortuary area.         I walked over to where he was on the slab and I thought I heard someone breathing. I quickly put my head to his chest to check for a heartbeat when I heard these words. They were spoken strangely quietly especially considering the contents. "Hello, you back-stabbing son of a bitch." ***         (AUTHORS NOTE (NOT DARR-EI): Yeah. I wrote this a day after writing the other one. I am not proofreading it, despite how good of an idea that is. I am so tired with writing this. Im gonna finish it, but this is too much for me. I'm taking a temporary creative respite/vacation. Screw Prince Storm Wing and Valus Gwynbormah Volfaal.)