Author's Note:
I'm going to base this Dragonborn off of one of my more 'successful' ones. On Xbox 360 I reached level 257 or something with a little bug that allowed me to instantly max out Alteration. Also, I think an OP character would be funnier in the long run. Also, his name is pronounced AN-DI-VAL not ANDY-VAL. Do not say 'DEE' it's more like the 'DI' in division.
Being the Emperor of Tamriel was surprisingly easy. All Andyval did was re-instate the Elder council and be on his merry way. Sometimes a courier somehow found him in whatever Aedra-forsaken place that he was in to deliver summons the Council. One time he was in the Evergloam doing 'things' with Nocturnal and a courier knocked on the door. Honestly, how in the Nine Divines did he get there?
The most annoying part of being crowned as Emperor was how it happened. "Oh, you're technically Breton royalty, you have a claim","Oh, you're the Dragonborn, you have a claim", and most importantly "Oh, you were able to unite forces all across Tamriel and drive the Aldmeri Dominion back to the Summerset Ilse, you have a claim".
Andyval was slightly tempted to say that he killed the last Emperor to get out of it, but they would have probably twisted it because he was an Altmer puppet.
The only bonus was that he was able to use his position while adventuring. "I'm the Emperor, give me what I want," usually got most people to give him information, or allow him to take short cuts while questing.
It sucks that the Aldmeri Dominion stole everything from treasury. Damn near every septim he got went into filling it back up. Then again, he can just take from it whenever he wanted.
Currently, Andyval was riding Arvak to the Skyrim and Morrowind border. Some courier found him while he was on vacation, at his secret island retreat of the coast of Valenwood nonetheless, to tell him that there was an unidentified hostile force in the mountains between the two nations.
He had sighed and donned his heavily enchanted Ebony armor while giving a death stare to the courier. Seriously what Daedra do the couriers worship that allow them to find anyone anywhere? he thought, I'm going to have a 'nice friendly chat' with them. Shouldn't be too hard, most of the Daedra respect me.
After hopping into Oblivion, saying hello to whichever Daerda's realm he showed up in, this time it was Sheogorath's, then hopping back into Nirn in Windhelm really cut down on the travel time. It actually surprised Andyval that the Daedra allowed him to do that nonchalantly and without sacraficing a goat or something. At least Sheo didn't ask him to stay for tea and fish sticks.
After traveling for half a day, Andyval started seeing the smoke from the enemies' campfires. He dismounted and snuck his way through the trees until he saw the encampment.
It was very orderly, the tents where in rows, and they even had latrines. The armor and camp reminded him of the Imperial Legion, but they flew a different flag. Most of the soldiers were huddled around fires, from the looks of it they weren't prepared for the cold. The most concerning part was the entrance to dwarven ruins. Who knows what powerful artifacts they managed to find in there, Andyval thought.
The flag was unknown to him. It had a small hollow circle in the center with eight spokes going outwards from it. The four horizontal and vertical spokes were thin bars, and the four diagonal spokes were diamonds. The symbol was gold, and the field was crimson. An invading or exploring nation? Or, a lesser noble throwing a fit and wanting to make his own province? Andyval speculated.
After running through a quick checklist of his stuff, he stepped out of the trees. After taking a few steps, one of the sentries spotted him and alerted the camp.
In seconds half of the camp surrounded Andyval, ready for action. Seems like they got bored waiting, he thought. The one who seemed like the leader stepped forward and asked, "Who are you and what is your business here?"
"I am Andyval, Emperor of Tam-"
Before he could finish, one of the younger soldiers moved to strike him with a sword, shouting, "For Emperor Molt!" Invading nation it is then, Andyval thought, his suspicions confirmed.
Before the soldier was even halfway through his strike Andyval was already in action, he first shouted, "TIID KLO UL" and time slowed to almost a standstill. Then, he casted a Blizzard spell then a Fire Storm spell, the usually three second long cast times seemed like milliseconds to the soldiers.
In seconds, most of the enemies were either dead, heavily burned, or partially frozen. Why is everything so weak? Andyval thought glumly. Now, even the most legendary dragons lasted less than a minute against him. Nothing was a challenge anymore.
The enemies who weren't immediately killed or disabled either ran screaming into the dwarven ruins or started trying to attack him. Andyval casted Thunderbolts at those who attacked him.
In under a minute every enemy was dead, some were even disintegrated from the lightning. Andyval sighed and thought, Can something please be a challenge? I haven't even used a 1,000th out of my magicka.
He mopped up the disabled soldiers and looted the camp, then made his way into the ruins. There was a small atrium, and the only thing after that was a staircase that led downwards. That whole fight reminded him of bandits. 'Hey see that guy that just killed a dragon? Let's rob him!' He sighed again, then started the descent.
When Andyval was nearing the bottom he felt something strange. A large concentration of magicka. Dwarven possibly? Those weaklings didn't have any mages, he thought. Soon after, the floor leveled out and he saw it.
'It' looked like a large room. bisected evenly across the middle with a wall, but there was a large doorway of some sort through it. Around the doorway on his side was all sort of Dwemer machinery connecting to the frame of the door. On both sides, there were two buttons. The other side was a room that was a near mirror of his, except a lot more barren.
At the stairs on the other side were the soldiers that ran earlier. They had formed a phalanx at the bottleneck at the bottom of the stairs.
As calm as if he hadn't just slaughtered most of their forces, Andyval slowly walked over to them. When he passed through the threshold, he felt a tingling feeling. Then, he stopped about ten paces away.
"S-stand back monster! We sh-shall defend the Empire!" the soldier who was in charge declared.
At that Andyval laughed a little, then let out an audible sigh and said, "Silly children. You shouldn't worry about saving your empire. You doomed it the second you attacked me," and started casting Thunderbolts at them.
In seconds there was only one left. Curled up in a ball and sobbing surrounded by the bodies of his comrades. Damnable enemies. Always weak, Andyval thought as he approached. Over the smell of ozone and burned flesh it hit him, Too weak. the runt soiled himself. Andyval reached down and grabbed him by the neck, then lifted him into the air.
"Look at me. Listen to me. You will go to your emperor as fast as possible and tell him these words, 'You have angered the last being you would ever want to. You have angered a god among men. There is nothing you can do to stop him. The only way to save yourself and your empire is an unconditional surrender'."
Andyval dropped him and said, "I'm going to give you a ten minute head start," and with that, the soldier climbed up the stairs as fast as he could. Andyval sighed for the fourth time that day, Damnable adventuring. Not fun anymore when I instantly kill everything. Why can't I have an exhilarating fight for once? Much happier back then. Much more fun.
He summoned a small ten minute hourglass from his own personal slice of Oblivion, and set it on the floor. He went around collecting the gold coins from the dead, and noticed that they were different. No seal of Akatosh or bust of Tiber Septim. Instead, it had the symbol from their flags, and a bust of a different man. Definitely an invading nation, they already have mass produced gold coins, Andyval thought, Maybe something exiting will finally happen.
He looked back at the hourglass and saw that only two minutes has passed. Andyval leaned up against one of the walls and started juggling three small balls of fire, a trick from learned from Faralda.
Eight minutes later he dispelled the fire and started making his way up the stairs. Why did the Dwemer have to make everything so far underground. The least they couldv'e done was make a lift, Andyval thought somewhere around the hundredth step.
A few minutes of climbing stairs later, he was in another atrium, like the one before. Bright light shown through the open doors, blinding his eyes. Andyval walked forward, taking his steps into a new land.
Once his eyes got used to the light, he was awestruck. He was a couple hundred feet up the slopes of a mountain, with a trail snaking back and forth down into a forest. The forest went on for miles, and past that rolling plains as far as the eye can see. The landscape reminded him of Falkreath and Whiterun. In the forest, there was a small village. It had nothing important, only wood and thatch houses, nothing important like a fort. Also, a small portion of the forest farther out was burned to the ground.
For the first time in what seemed like a while, Andyval smiled. A new land means new challenges. He set off for the village, and never looked back.
When Andyval arrived in the town something was wrong. People were packing everything they could, loading wagons, beasts of burden, anything. He stopped a woman running by him and asked what was happening.
"A dragon has attacked the elf village nearby! We need to flee!"
Andyval laughed a little at that, "Well, good thing I've killed countless dragons," he responded nonchalantly. At that, the woman looked at him like he was insane and ran off to wherever she was going before.
Andyval made his way though the town, a similar scene was occurring around every corner. When he entered an alley he saw one of the strangest sights ever. The normal parts of it were an injured girl, a mage, an injured horse, a tipped wagon, and a woman. That is where anything normal ended.
The mage and the woman were tending to the girl, and they sure were some of the strangest people he saw. The mage, a girl, had light blue hair. The woman was an oddity, black hair, facial features from an unknown race, strange green armor, and what Andyval presumed was a weapon that was stranger that the armor.
The horse reared up, about to trample the people. Andyval acted, and dual casted a Thunderbolt towards it.
Itami Youji was having a horrible day, hell, a horrible month. Those damn soldiers interrupted the anime convention he was waiting months to go to! Then, he gets pulled through a gate into a fantasy world. Then, assigned to Recon Team Three to do some recon of the special area. After finding Coda village, then the destroyed elf village and an elf, they were helping evacuate Coda from an impending dragon attack.
The main road through town was already having a wagon train formed on it. Some of the squad was watching over and some were helping the civilians. Mari Kurokawa was currently giving first aid to a girl who was wounded by a wagon tipping, with the mage Lelei watching.
All of a sudden, the horse that was wounded sprung up and was about to trample them, but something Itami couldn't believe happened.
A bolt of lightning shot out of the alley and disntegrated the horse into ashes before any of them could shoulder their rifles.
In the shock of the moment, a man clad in black armor with silver accents stepped out of the alley.
Andyval approached the the group of women, the mage and the woman were staring at him in shock. He casted Grand Healing, instantly causing the injured girl to be healed, but she was still unconscious. "Are you okay?" he asked them.
The mage girl shook off the confusion first, "Yes," she replied.
The woman however, was still out of it. Both of the spells she witnessed probably shocked her, Andyval thought. He kneeled and then patted her cheek twice, "You, okay?" he asked again. When he did it, he heard rustling and slight gasps. He took a cursory glance around, and saw that there were more people with the same armor and weapons, all waiting for him to make a move.
She snapped out of her shock, blushing slightly with embarrassment, At least I hope it's embarrassment, Andyval thought. And, with the proficiency of a young child, she replied shakenly, "Y-Yes."
"The girl is healed, who is your leader?" Andyval asked.
The woman raised her arm and pointed at a man, who really looked like he didn't want to be the center of attention. Andyval stood up, turned, then started walking towards the panicking man.
When Andyval reached him, he asked the poor guy, "Do you follow Emperor Molt?"
"No, we are enemies," the man said, with the same proficiency as the woman.
"Hah, good, if you were, I would have had to slaughter you all," Andyval nonchalantly told the man. And when he said that, the other soldiers started readying their weapons. To defuse the situation, he offered his hand for a handshake, and asked him, "What's your name? Name's Andyval, I'm an adventurer from Tamriel." It may be useful to keep my... 'position' hidden for now, Andyval schemed.
The man jumped, and grasped Andyval's hand and shook it, "I'm Itami Youji, First Lieutenant of the JSDF, commander of Recon Team Three," with that the other soldiers relaxed. Thank Talos, Andyval thought. "JSDF? Never heard of it before, where is it from?" he asked.
"We are from Japan, from a different world. We came through a gate that randomly appeared," at that Andyval perked up, "and this Tamriel, is it a neighboring nation, or under this empire's control?" Itami asked.
"Nah, I'm in the same boat as you, a different world. Tamriel is a continent, home to the Cyrodilic Empire. Currently at war with Emperor Molt because his troops attacked someone important," Andyval looked around, then asked, "Dragon problems, eh? I've killed quite a few in my lifetime. Need help?"
Itami looked at him confused, then said, "This dragon is much larger than nor-"
"Don't worry, once killed a dragon god. Can't be too hard," Andyval interjected.
At that, Itami was even more confused, "Okay... I guess help where ever you can?" Itami said.
"Alright, I'm not a people person, but I'll watch out for the dragon," and with that, Andyval turned around and went to walk away, but was quickly stopped by a petite woman from this 'JSDF'. She had short brown hair, brown eyes, and, By the divines those tits are huge, Andyval thought.
"How you dealt with the horse was so cool! Was that magic!?" She asked.
"Ye-"
Before Andyval could even finish, she asked another question, "What were those spells!?"
Damn she's energetic, he thought, "Thunderbolt and Grand Heal," he informed her.
Thankfully, before she could press further, an elderly man from the JSDF called over to her in a language not known to Andyval. She slouched morosely and said, 'hai', or whatever okay was for their language.
"Sorry about Kuribayashi, she's... odd," Itami apologized.
With that Andyval laughed, "Hah, not as bad as some people. Damn Sheogorath and damn his 'fish stick' or whatever it is." Itami stared at him with confusion at what he said, but shrugged and turned away.
After they left the village in their long convoy, with Andyval, some guy named Kurata, Itami, Kurokawa, and some elf girl in a vehicle that the JSDF told Andyval was a 'Humvee'.
Itami and Kurata were talking about some sort of thing in there language, and the words 'anime' and 'elf' kept coming up. From what Andyval was picking up, elf wasn't a natural word from their language, it sounded too different. "Ya know, where I'm from there's five different races of elves, Altmer, Dunmer, Bosmer, Orsimer, and Falmer. There was another, the Dwemer, but they dissappeared ages ago. Hell, my race, Breton, is technically half Altmer," Andyval calmly said.
With that Itami and Kurata gasped and started asking rapid-fire questions. A few minutes later, Kurata stopped the Humvee and said, "Um, sir, theres a gothic lolita wielding a giant axe in the middle of the road."
"Gothic lolita!" Itami shouted.
"Looks can be deceiving, I once met a talking dog that was actually a servant to the Daedric Prince of trickery. Hell, werewolves and vampires aren't that much different from normal people," Andyval said, and everyone looked at him like he was insane when he said that.
"Okay then? Let's try seeing what she wants," Itami suggested. And with that, Andyval and Itami got out and approached the girl.
Author's Note:
Technically my second story, but my first published fanfiction. Putting it here so nobody sees it and gets put off. I have a chapter of a Gate/Halo crossover already written out, but haven't had the balls to publish it. Might as well now. More comfortable with this one, because it's 'untreaded water', there's no other Skyrim/Gate crossovers to compare this to.
I haven't had much experience with writing, so it may seem a little flat.
Review want you think. Name suggestions would be amazing, I'm not that good with that.
Don't know if or when this will get updated, but reviews, favs, and follows will hasten the process.
Next chapter may go up to, or past Itallica. There will also be some relationship and character developement with Andyval.
I have lots planned out for this one. Planned way past the political diet, which most authors haven't even reached that point.
