Hey, everyone. Mad Man here once again with a new crossover to sink your teeth into. Just to let you all know, I'm not a big fan of Game of Thrones or the Elder Scrolls Series. So my knowledge of both series may be slightly skewed but I'll try my best to keep it true to both fandoms.
Anyway, I don't own Game of Thrones, it belongs to George RR Martin and HBO and Elder Scrolls belong to Bethesda. I only own the plot and characters I create.
Rhaegar Targaryen didn't know who the man was. The man before him who stood at six foot, standing a full head above the crown prince of the Iron Throne. His skin was a healthy tan and even, while his face was sharp with high cheekbones and icy blue eyes stared into his and were partially covered by the man's long black hair. If Rhaegar didn't know any better, he would believe the man to be a long lost Stark, but the ears were what told him he wasn't. The man's ears were longer than any he had ever seen and moved upwards into a point that entered his hair. Rhaegar had never seen a man with such ears or such wisdom behind his eyes. This man had seen many things in his few years of life. More than any soldier or Maester alive today.
And he had just saved his life at the Trident, blocking a blow from Robert Baratheon with a cruel black spiked shield that had dented the warhammer that struck it while no visible mark was left on the shield. Then the man had splayed his arms and fire erupted across the field and blocked the Baratheon and Stark soldiers from approaching for a time before the man in black armour had grabbed him and they were suddenly outside the Tower of Joy in Dorne.
Arthur Dayne, Oswell Whent and the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Gerold Hightower , the men he had positioned here to protect Lyanna had been startled by the being in the armour that looked like a demon had crawled its way from the bowels of Hell to the living world. The only thing that stopped them from attacking was the fact their prince was with him and unharmed.
For now, Rheagar took the silence to truly inspect the man before him. He wore armour as black as night that had glowing red accents on the breastplate that lit up his neck in the same colour of blood. His shoulder pauldrons were the same black metal but were large spikes, with the left being larger than the right while a neck guard sprouted from under the brestplate and fully protected his head from and sword strikes. His lean yet muscular arms were covered in what the Last dragon believed was made of the same material as the armour and also the shoulder pauldrons before it lead into two gauntlets the length of his forearm which had four sharpened forward facing spikes on them, each glowing red before the gauntlets sharpened at the fingers.
Under his right arm, he held his helmet, a dark monstrosity of spikes and black eye holes and led down to a sharpened spike at the mouth plate with four spikes on top of the helmet. Here, Rheager's attention was drawn to the design of the breast plate and found the scales that ran down the armour reminded him greatly of dragon scales he had seen in the Red Keep and his eyes slowly trailed down the beast's body before he took in the greaves of black metal that had viens of red running through them before sharpening at his knee and toes. Rheagar felt that he was looking at the deadliest piece of armour ever designed and worn by man. Every part of it screamed cruelty and death. And every part of it could be used as a weapon.
"While you have my thanks for no doubt saving my life, I must ask who you are so I can reward you properly." Rheagar said, his voice rich and low and getting a smile from the man that calmed Rheagar and his Kingsguard members.
"I am Raphael Akatosh. A reward is not needed. By I have a request. To serve you and your wife." Raphael said, confusing many. "It is no coincidence that I was at the Trident today, and it was no coincidence I intervened when you were about to be struck a killing blow by Robert Baratheon. My mistresses see something is stirring. A great evil and you and your line are needed alive."
"And who are your mistresses that deem I am important?"
"The mistress of Dawn, Azura. The mistress of the Living, Meridia. And the mistress of Night, Nocturnal. These are the ones who wished for me to intervene and save your life. And I am their champion. Among many more." Raphael said.
"And who are these women? We've never heard of them." Arthur Dayne said.
"They are three of the Daedric Princes who watch your world from their planes of Oblivion. You might call them gods. Or monsters. But I act as their voice in this realm and their champion. I do their bidding when they require me in the name of survival of mankind. This is but the first act of many. An icy death moves forward. And fire is needed to melt it. But I cannot do it alone. I will need an army. While my name held weight in my home land, it means nothing here and will get me killed. The people love you Rhaegar and will fight for you and your Kingdom if you are alive. But it is not time for you to rule just yet. On the day Elia and the young of your family arrive here, flee to Essos with your children. Live and love and rule as King before returning in fire. They will be here by next week." Raphael said as he swished his left hand and a roiling mass of purple erupted into the air. "Care for Lyanna and her child. Let no harm befall her. I shall next see you with Elia."
"How do we know you are telling the truth?" The second Kingsguard said, Oswell Whent. The man looked at the Kingsguard member before he flexed his right hand and purple flames rolled from it before they faded to reveal a beautiful sword. The blade was a metre long and made form what the Prince and Kingsguard believed was gold but wasn't. Small wisps of flame rolled over the blade occasionally but it was the guard that had them amazed. It was a plain, circular guard of gold but within it was a miniature sun that was glowing brightly. No smith in all the lands could make a weapon such as this and no Maester could capture the light of the sun and place it in a sword. Truly, this was a god's work.
"Dawnbreaker. The sword that cuts through the darkness and kills the undead. The artifact of Meridia and proof I am her champion. One week." The man said before he walked into the purple mass and disappeared.
"Was that man an elf?" Arthur questioned. And it was here the other two men realised they talked with a race long thought extinct and it had pledged service to the Targaryen line. An historic day to be sure.
Raphael stepped out of his portal three miles north of King's Landing. And he could already smell the stain of feces and burnt bodies on the air. His Altmer heritage gave him improved senses over the many that inhabited this land. Only a hand few of people here could claim to be as good as him while in Skyrim, there were many who could claim such an honour as he personally trained among side many of them.
While being born as an Altmer in the Summerset Isles, he was not as lucky as the rest of the elves. His parents were an male Altmer and an Imperial female. Scorn was directed to his family and at him for being a half breed and not a true Altmer. His lessons in magic always came much harder compared with the other children and he grasped a sword much easier than the rest, quickly setting himself above the rest of the Altmer who were annoyed a half breed would do better than them in anything. He soon set into his stride as he grasped his magic training one day. Suddenly, the spells he found difficult were easy and didn't strain him and he began to grasp the more difficult spells rapidly, beginning to outperform those who were trained even from a young age. By the time he was fifteen he was considered a prodigy and by eighteen was apprenticed. For six months.
His mother and father were killed by orders of the Prince, one of the children he had learned beside and had quickly surpassed in his teachings. To be surpassed by a half breed drew his ire and so he killed his family and revoked his apprenticeship. Of course, his Master wouldn't let the Prince get his way fully. While he did dissolve the apprenticeship, Raphael was gifted with several rare tomes for some of the most destructive magics in existence, Blizzard, Firestorm and Lightning Storm. Raphael took to this books quickly while he fled the Summerset Isles.
He boarded a ship heading to the Croydiil before heading to the north of Tamriel, Skyrim, where a civil war was occurring between the Stormcloaks of Skyrim and the Empire. He had no idea as to what drew him the to snowy land in the north for he knew there were Altmer there who would gladly execute him on orders of the crown prince but yet he went anyway. He crossed the border into Skyrim legally at an Imperial checkpoint closest to the city of Falkreath and a day later into his journey, he was caught in the middle of an ambush by Imperials who assumed he was a Stormcloak who were unfortunately passing at the time. Along with a horse thief.
He was taken prisoner and brought to the town of Helgen for execution where a dragon interrupted his beheading. A dragon he would later find out to be called Alduin. And from there he would go on to have many adventures. From slaying his first dragon and discovering he was the Dragonborn, a prophecised warrior who could slay a dragon permanently by 'eating' its soul and gaining power. He then travelled to the top of the Throat of the World, to learn from the Grey Beards and Paarthunaax the ways of the Thu'um before he travelled the land in search of Words of Power to further his chances against the World Eater while also improving his skills in the way of the sword and bow and magic. He was soon being called the Dragon of Magic.
He was still a long way off from defeating Alduin before Paarthunaax told him of an Elder Scroll that may reveal the secrets to defeating Alduin as occurred in the past. So, with that in mind, Raphael journeyed north and found the Elder Scroll in an Ancient Dewmer City, much like the ones he had already explored. Returning to the surface, he met his first Daedric Prince, Hermaeous Mora, the prince of Knowledge, who bestowed upon him a gifted book to improve himself while also claiming the Dovakiin as his champion before he disappeared. Raphael thought little of it as he returned to the Throat of the World were a meeting was occurring between the Stormcloaks and the Imperial Legion, who had agreed to hold a ceasefire until the threat of Alduin was finished. And on reaching Paarthunaax and learning the Dragon's Bane shout, he fought Alduin for the first time and forced the World Eater to retreat. Where he retreated to Sovngarde to begin his destruction.
Enraged that his quarry had fled, he demanded from Paarthunaax on how to reach Sovngarde who then taught him how to call a Dragon to him. Odahviing. Who would in turn become a dear friend. He trapped the red scaled dragon within Dragonreach, the castle of Whiterun and told the dragon to take him to the entrance of Sovngarde. He was then forced to fight his way through hordes of Dragur and one dragon priest, taking the mask before he left before he arrived on Sovngarde where Alduin had laid a mist to devour the souls of the dead who got lost.
From there, he had to battle Tsun to gain entry into the Hall of Valor and he could easily say that he was one of the most difficult oppenents he had ever faced. His dragonscale armour, while Light armour, was strong but it had nearly failed under the weight and power of the man dealing the blows while his own ebony swords were like water flowing in a river for how much damage he seemed to do. But with skill and hard earned work, he succeed in besting the ancient Nordic God and gained access to the the Hall of Valor.
Soon he brought the battle to Alduin with the three heroes who slew the mighty dragon before and smited the dragon before the Hall of Valor before Tsun sent him back to Skyrim, where many dragons were waiting for him and Odahviing pledged himself to the mortal. From there, his name was legendary. Raphael became Raphael Akatosh. Heir to the King of the Nine Divines. At least to the people anyway.
And from there, he realised the ceasefire had halted and he signed up to the Imperial Legion. Surprising General Tulius and the Thalmor who were at Helgen that day six months ago, when a nineteen year old elf was sentenced to execution for a crime he never did. And he rose the ranks with ease. He slew Stormcloak soldiers attacking Whiterun, he attacked Riften and replaced the Jarl before they finally captured Ulfric Stormcloak in Windhelm. Ending the bloody Civil War in three months of fighting.
While the Empire was cleaning up the remnants of the Stormcloaks, Raphael explored the land and found many things to be intrigued at. Most notably, the Daedric Princes. Sixteen in total. Molag Bal was the first prince he became championed to, the Lord of Destruction giving him his mace for slaying a Priest. From there, he found the rest. Joining the Thieves Guild, he rose the ranks to Nightingale and became one of the leaders of the Thieves Guild and was blessed by Nocturnal when he returned her skeleton key. Meridia gave him Dawnbreaker and he may have accidentally corrupted Azura's Star. She was angry but didn't hate him for it. And then he soon found himself bonded to the sixteen Daedric Princes in one way or another. He realised he had somehow royally screwed up, and so, he returned Molag Bal's Mace and destroyed Mehrune Dagon's Dagger but kept harvesting the Daedra Hearts from the Dremora sent after him. Soon, he was only bounded to six, Sanguine, Meridia, Nocturnal, Azura, Peryite and Malacath. Although, he preferred Azura, Nocturnal and Meridia to the rest. After all, they constantly spoke with him and warned him of dangers to the people. Although, Sanguine was always ready to have drink or fifty with the Dragonborn.
It wasn't until his twenty third birth day that he returned to the Summerset Isles with General Tulius and a legion of soldiers who fought with in Skyrim. He and the General had developed a close bond over the years of service, a mentorship of sorts that also extended to a father-son bond in some aspects. So, it was on his twenty third birthday that the Dragonborn, hero of Skyrim and the Empire, rode into the capital of Alinor where the the Queen Regent was stepping down and allowing her son to become the new King. Emperor Titus Mede II sent Genral Tulius there as an Imperial envoy and if the Dragonbron was there as well as part of the Empire, it was no concern to him. And following the coronation, the King demanded a fight with one of the Empire's soldiers and choose Raphael, remembering him as the child he could bully and order around. And Raphael accepted. It was time to get some form of justice for his family and no repercussions could befall him or the Empire. As an Altmer fight was a fight to when one yields or dies. By their old laws.
So, it was an hour later in the courtyard when the King approached the courtyard in his blue glass armour, specially crafted for him by Master smiths and wielding a glass sword in his right as a fireball sparked in his left. Then Raphael strode forth in his Daedric Armour, crafted by himself in the forges of Euorland Grey- Mane, the metals mined by himself in the Orc mines of Skyrim, the metal enchanted by him to improve its dexterity and had seen countless battles on the fields of the Civil War. The Demon Dragon was the second name he gained in Skyrim. His twin Daedric swords glinted evilly in the afternoon soon and from the helm, he could see the King looking at him in fear. Along with many other Altmer of the Royal Court while the Imperial Legion were smiling cruelly at the Elf King. The battle was over in minutes.
It was obvious who was the more skilled of the two. The Dragonborn rushed the King with his twin swords being but a whirl of black to the King who had seen no proper battle and the vicious edges sliced through his armour, reducing it to nothing but scrap metal as Raphael pressured the King. When the Elf tried to throw a fireball, Raphael dropped his right sword and gripped the offending limb and broke all the bones in the man's hand, who collapsed to the floor, whimpering pitifully at his broken appendage. From there, the fight was over as vicious kick to the King's face knocked him to his back and opened a wicked scar from the King's chin to his scalp before he placed his left foot on the King's chest and pinned the struggling elf to the ground and placed his sword at his throat, demanding he yield. The King practically cried it and Raphael left the courtyard with a content smile under his helm. Justice had been done.
But then Meridia got involved. It was no shock to the Imperial Legion he was the champion of Daedra. The Dragonborn barely hid it and they did not care who he worshipped. But Tulius cared when the Daedric Prince was asking for his help in another realm. Tulius was no idiot. He knew the Daedra ruled their own planes of Oblivion and could travel between worlds. He did not see the reason why his champion would have to travel to another realm to help them. But Raphael went willingly. To the shock of none. Many knew the Dragonborn would help those in need whoever they may be and so the Dragonborn ceased to live in the realm of Nirn and was deposited into Westeros.
The Lady of Life told him what was occurring in this world. How a rebellion had started due to one man's jealousy when his betrothed ran off with another. He wanted to ram his blades through the man's gut before Meridia stopped him. As it was not the true problem. It was what lay beyond the Wall in the North. Beings of ice and death with an undead army under their call. And everyone south of the Wall were fighting over a throne and a woman. Oh, how much this realm needed good guidance.
And so it was here that he stood, looking at King's Landing. The city was a marvel to behold and Raphael could tell it would take a large seige force to take the city. Yet, he could see Lannister colours heading towards the city and were twenty miles from the gate. The Old Lion of Casterly Rock had not made a move this entire war and the moment Rheagar had vanished, the man moved. This did not give the Dragonborn much time to save Elia or the rest of the Targaryean line.
"Shadowmere." Raphael said and the black fur and red eye stallion burst from the trees and the Dragonborn was swift to catch the reins of the mighty horse as he swung himself onto the saddle as Shadowmere took them to the gate of King's Landing, his armour becoming a gleaming silver and gold and more streamlined so as not to attract attention.
"Halt!" A guard at the gate said, pointing a spear at the rider and horse. "State your business!"
"I bring news from the Trident! Robert Baratheon has a mage in his employ! Prince Rheagar has been taken and most likely dead!" Raphael said and he took pleasure inwardly when he saw the three guards at the gate had wide eyes of fear.
"Open the gates!" The guard bellowed. "Ride straight to the Red Keep and tell the King of this." Raphael nodded to the guard even though he would not do that in the slightest. When the gates were wide enough for Shadowmere to fit through Raphael spurned the horse forward and towards the Red Keep, the civillians jumping out of his way before he finally reached the stables and dismounted and was met by two of the City Watch and one Kingsguard. Ser Jaime Lannister.
"What is your business here?" Jaime asked calmly but with his hand on his sword.
"I bring news from the Trident. The rebels have a a mage and has taken Prince Rheagar. Before the battle, Prince Rheagar gave me a letter in case of his demise." Raphael said, when in truth no such letter existed but with the aid of Nocturnal, a letter in Rhaegar's handwriting was in his saddle bag which he handed to the Knight who read it. "There is also a host of Lannister Bannermen nearing the city. Twenty miles out last I saw them." This gave the men he had greeted some pause.
"Get the children and Elia Martell here as quick as possible. Pack them light. Then send a raven to Dragonstone. Tell Queen Rhaella and Prince Viserys to go to..." Jaime trailed off and looked to the messenger.
"Sunspear." Raphael said and Jaime repeated the city as the two of the city guard ran off to do their jobs. "Ser Jaime, I believe we both know why Tywin Lannister is moving. He has finally picked a side. What I don't like is the fact he got his army moving before the Prince had disappeared."
"I agree with you, Messenger. My father seeks the destruction of House Targaryen. While the Mad King has killed many, prosperity has been brought to the land and the commonfolk loved the Prince. I believe Robert will not make a great King. I hope you can keep this family safe."
"I will try my best, Ser Jaime. May fortune favour your future." Raphael said as the Princess and here children stepped out of the Keep, a sleeping Aegon Targaryen in her arms while Rhaenys was walking alongside her mother. The two of the City Watch carried two light packs which they tied to Shadowmere's saddle on Raphael's insistence, with Rhaenys riding with him while Elia seated herself and Aegon on a large brown horse which was nuzzling its head into Shadowmere's and the shadow horse was returning the smaller horse's affections.
"You will have time later, Shadowmere. For now we must be swift." Raphael whispered to his steed who neighed at his Master in understanding. "Princess Elia. I wish we could have met under better circumstances. But I shall tell you of the news as we travel. We must leave King's Landing quickly. And secretly. Are there any other ways out of the city?"
"Aye, there is a way out through Blackwater Bay. But you must be swift. I shall show you." Jaime said as he mounted his own horse and they travelled down to the gate that would allow them out. "Travel as close to the walls as possible and go through the fishmarket. My Father will more than likely come from the Lion Gate. And with the host he is travelling with, it shall take time for him to arrive. Go now and live, my princess." Jaime said before he turned and left, back to the Red Keep.
"Follow me, milady." Raphael said as Shadowmere pulled the door open with his teeth and the great beast walked through and onto the small beach of fine rocks, Elia following close behind. "Ser Jaime is correct, we must be swift if we are to reach the Tower of Joy." Raphael explained as he spurred Shadowmere into a light run as Elia followed close behind as they hugged the southern wall of King's Landing before they were trotting through the fishmarket outside and soon were galloping down the Roseroad to the Kingswood where they made camp in a clearing deep in the Kingswood and quickly put the children to sleep. Leaving Elia and Raphael outside in the glow of the campfire. A heavy silence descending over them.
"So, what has happened to my husband?"
"Your husband is perfectly fine, Lady Martell. He is currently at the Tower of Joy with three of his Kingsguard." Raphael says as he lightly stokes the fire. "He and his line will play an important role in the events that approach us. This war is but the first dance of this long song."
"How is Lyanna?" Elia asks and she can see the confusion in the man's face. He did not know Lyanna was at the Tower? "She is with child and due soon." Elia explained for the confused man whose eyes widened in shock.
"You, Rhaegar and Lyanna Stark are in a three way marriage?" The man asked and the Dornish women nodded as a glazed look overcame the man's face. "Rheagar is a very lucky man." He said eventually, chuckling as the Dornish woman blushed a bright scarlet.
"We haven't done something like that." Elia protested. The unspoken 'yet' hung in the air between them.
"It is rare to find love as pure as the one you three hold for one another. I wish you a long and prosperous future with them." Raphael said to the woman who smiled lightly before they heard the screams of fire as a dreaded song was played from King's Landing. The Rains of Castamere. "We must move." He proclaimed. "When they find you are not in the Keep, parties will be sent out. We have little time."
"Indeed. Little time indeed." A voice said from the forest as five men in Lannister armour strode from the trees on the opposite side of the children. Elia was shocked at their sudden appearance and jumped up, a steel dagger from her hip and placing herself in between the soldiers and her children. Raphael on the other looked to the men and smiled at them. A vicious smile that froze the soldiers as he opened his mouth and let loose a roar.
"Yol Toor Shul!" Fire escaped from his mouth in a torrent, stretching across the five Lannister soldiers and burning them to nothing but ash. Not even the armour they wore survived, turning into molten slag from the heat. Satisfied with his work, Raphael stood up and waved his hands at the two tents which packed up and the babes floated to their mother who held them gently but staring at the man in fear.
"We will have to ride hard and fast. Your steed shall come with us but we will have to use Shadowmere if we wish to out run them. Does your horse know the way to the Tower?" The horse whinned in response and Raphael took it as an affirmative. "Then it shall meet us there. For now, we ride hard and fast." Raphael said as he lifted Elia with ease onto Shadowmere before he swung himself up behind her and with a flick of the reigns, the black horse charged forward towards Dorne with the brown one following as best it could.
Elia could only think that as she fell asleep against the man's chest and that was that the Game of Thrones had forever changed.
So, please tell me what you think of this. If I've made Raphael to OP, please tell me and I'll tone him down to better fit with the story. Like I said before, I don't know the fandoms that well but I know enough, hopefully, to make a decent story out of it.
So leave a review and constructive criticism is always appreciated.
Mad Man in the Flesh out.