AN- Hello everybody! It's time for my glorious return to writing! I would like to apologize for my absence. I have not had a computer for nearly the entire summer, and as such I was unable to do anything other than occasionally check my stories and answer a couple messages. Any way, I decided to return with a new story, one that takes my favorite video game and crosses it over with my favorite T.V. Series. I own neither the Elder Scrolls, or Game of Thrones, but that would be very nice. Any ways, remember to leave a review. and I hope you enjoy!
Blood and Steel
White Gold Tower, 1E 243- Two demi-gods, titans of battle and bloodshed attempted to destroy each other, in a day that all would remember. Umaril the Unfeathered, the Blasphemous, attempted to defeat Pelinal Whitestrake, the Divine Crusader. The half elven blasphemer brought down his gigantic blade onto the Crusader's shield, who winced at the strength of the blow, due to the injuries received from Umaril's troops.
"As balangua Ehnada racuvar!" The Ayleid king shouted in his native tongue.. Pelinal then pushed with all his might against him, knocking the much lager elf away.
"I will not loose today Umaril! Face your death!" He screamed, charging at the exposed Umaril, slicing his chest with the divine sword he wielded. Umaril screamed in pain, before putting his sword into the left arm of the crusader, causing him to drop his shield. Pelinal quickly grabbed his mace and brought it down upon the Elf's head. Pelinal then grabbed the featherless wings of the blasphemer, and with what was left of his strength, broke them off, and watched the life fade from Umaril with his dying gasp.
"I damn you to this fate you Umaril, as it is the deserved fate of all those whose ancestors came off the ships from cursed Old Ehlnofey!" The Crusader said, only to grow quiet as he saw the enraged faces of the remaining Ayleid kings.
"You shall pay dearly for your insolence, Whitestrake! You have insulted us for the last time!" One of them said, as they all pounced atop the crusader. Pelinal's screams would be heard through out the province, as he was torn into eight pieces by the elves.
Aetherius, and unknowable time later- Pelinal awoke, after what felt like a year of sleeping. He looked around, and took in his surroundings. He was in a field, and in the distance he could see a hall.
"Shor's hall, I must be in Sovngarde." He said, as he went to stand up. As he attempted to rise, He felt a great weight hold him down, and he saw nine misty figures step in front of him. One by one they revealed themselves. Akatosh, Mara, Kynareth(Kyne), Arkay, Dibella, Julianos, Stendarr, Zenithar, and Shor himself.
"Hello, Crusader. Do you know why we hold you down?" Kyne said, as Pelinal tried to will his way up, partially succeeding.
"No, I only wish to enter the Hall of Valor, as is my right as a warrior." He said, managing to get on his knees.
"Yes, it would be your right, had you not committed so many sins." Akatosh said, shocking the knight.
"But, everything I have done is in the service of the Divines!" He exclaimed. Each of the divines shook their heads, all with a great sadness in their souls.
"Yes, you have. You have also spread violence and pain in your anger, and in our name." Mara spoke.
"But, I was made to fight the elves, wasn't I?" Pelinal asked, trying to convince both the divines, and himself, that he was not as terrible as they thought.
"No, you were made to be a hero to men, not to massacre entire cities!" Arkay responded. Pelinal looked down, his face showing his shame.
"But, if I do not go onto the Hall of Valor, what do I do?" He questioned. Stendarr then stepped forward, and laid a comforting hand on the knight's shoulder.
"We have created a penance for you to absolve you of your sins." The god of mercy said. Pelinal looked up and his face was hopeful again.
"What is my penance? I'll do anything to be able to go into the hall of my father." He said, as he looked at Shor, who had been silent so far.
"You will be sent to a new world, where you will be stripped of your powers, and your relics will loose their special abilities. Your redemption shall be you living the life of a mortal" Zenithar said.
"As you slowly redeem yourself, we may grant you your powers for short periods of time, or your artifacts may regain some of their lost power. If you can truly prove yourself worthy in this new mortal life, we will welcome you back to Aetherius." Julianos added. Pelinal nodded, and then turned to his father.
"Father, is this the only way you will welcome me into your halls?" He asked. Shor turned to face his son. They looked a bit a like, both with white hair and clean shaven faces. Shor though, unlike the other Aedra, was a ghostly image, as his physical body had been slain at the Red Mountain many years prior.
"Yes, star born warrior. This is the path you are given. You will be given all the wisdom and knowledge you need for this knew world from Julianos. Go forth, and redeem yourself." He answered, raising his hand in sync with the other Aedra, as a portal opened behind Pelinal, and the weight that held him down left.
"I will, and I will some day return and be able to walk into those halls as a true warrior." Pelinal said, before turning to face the portal. He took a deep breath in, and walked forward, disappearing into the swirling vortex.
The North, 285 AL- Pelinal once again awoke in an unfamiliar place, this time in the woods, though he could clearly see the road through the trees. He stood up and made his way to the clearing, making note of the fact that his armor and weapons were gone, and he was wearing a quilted doublet and regular pants and shoes. When he got to the road, he saw a box next to a sign post with arrows pointing in different directions with names on them. The Crusader picked up the box and opened it, revealing two maps, one of Westeros, and the other, more in depth one of the North.
"Hmm, so this is The North. It reminds me of Skyrim." Pelinal thought as he looked at the map and the signs. He then saw a red diamond on the map of the North, slightly west of Winterfell. He looked at the signs, and the the one pointing south was to the capital of the north. Pelinal folded up the maps and put them in his pockets, before heading south. Unknown to him, the same Gods that had banished him here still watch over him. Shor and Akatosh seemed to be paying very close attention to the demi-god
"He is going to change this new world, whether for better or worse we shall see." The Dragon God of Time said. Shor nodded towards his once foe, and then sighed.
"It is true, now Westeros has the Divine Crusader. Now, it shall truly be a time to see if the dragon with in him can lay dormant, or will this new world be of blood and steel." Shor responded, he and Akatosh walked in different directions to their own realms of Aetherius.
AN- And there it is my first time writing in months and it feels good to be back. I know this one is a bit short but it is only an introductory to the story. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me or leave them in a review because I will answer them. Anyways, remember to review, and I hope you enjoyed!