Disclaimer: I do not own any borrowed places characters concepts, or corporations mentioned herein. Including but not limited to Snow White, The titans, Diablo 2, The Elder scrolls.
Author's note: Why do we have to do this every chapter? I seriously doubt anyone posting here owns the rights to the titans or anything else. Although hypothetically if I did I imagine it would be VERY tempting to post anyway just so I could rub people's noses in it.
Zakarrum is the paradisiacal land from which the paladins originate. (Zakarrum is adjacent to the Garden of Eden.)
Balverine think underworld lycans.
Legion = 5 thousand
The ritual sacrifice is based on google search results for
"Methods of animal sacrifice."
I hope I don't offend anyone it's all I could think of that sounded even halfway appropriate.
I wanted to use a foreign language translation for the ritual prayer. But no matter what when double checking my results the translation I got was NOTHING like want I had in English. If anybody who speaks Elvish or Klingon wants to supply me with one I'll gladly give credit where credit is due.
F.Y.I. I spent two weeks translation searching.
The M rating is for the scene of forced transformation, casual nudity, various bits of hopefully vague sexual aspersions, and semi–detailed references to brutal CONSENSUAL spanking as well as references to a medical exam.
P.S. This is my first story so please be kind.
"AAA" = Speaking in another language or telepathically
"AAA" = Talking
'AAA' = Thought
"AAA" = Booming Demonic voice
"AAAA" = Whispering
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We enter jump cities Titan tower home of the famous superhero team THE TITANS. (They decided to drop the TEEN prefix when the youngest titan Beastboy turned eighteen.) It's movies night in the tower. We see Victor Stone A.K.A. Cyborg the All American cybernetic African–American superhero on the U–Shaped couch next to Robin former sidekick of Batman, and Garfield "Beast Boy" Logan the green elf–like animorphic shapeshifter who despite having finally turned eighteen is still as short and scrawny as ever.
"So what movie do you think Starfire got this time y'all?" asks Cyborg.
"Well given…" Robin begins.
"Why can't we just rent one from Netflix like everyone else?" Beast Boy blurts out.
"We've talked about this before Beast boy don't interrupt." Robin states. "Anyway not everyone uses Netflix otherwise there wouldn't be any video rental stores and where would that leave Control Freak. And as superheroes we are always in the public eye. By going to places such as the grocery store, video rentals, and carry out restaurants instead of having everything delivered we're stating to the public that despite our powers and occupation we are still just like them." Robin concludes.
"Oh well that makes sense I guess."
"Just try to remember this time cabbage brain." Jibes Cyborg.
"HEY! Not cool Tin Man." Returns Beast Boy.
"SNOT STAIN!"
"RUST BUCKET!"
"What did you call me you lasagna…" Cyborg begins.
"Knock it off you two." Robin states in full leader mode. "Anyway as I was saying given her choices of late such as Cinderella, Sleeping beauty, Mulan, and Tangled I'm guessing Snow white." Robin states ever the detective.
"Man why do you always let Star pick our movies." Cyborg questions.
"Dude she's his girlfriend." replies the resident changeling.
"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" exclaims A Blushing Robin.
At this Starfire comes in "Friends I have obtained our selection for the night of movies." exclaims the tamaranain princess. "Where is friend Raven?" Starfire exclaims.
"She's still meditating. Said she's close to a major breakthrough." states Robin.
"How can friend raven do the mediating for a week with no food or water and survive? Still I hope her efforts see the results soon anyway for tonight's night of the movies I have gotten the White of Snow."
"Dude what's with her and Disney movies lately." Beast Boy mutters.
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Meanwhile the room of a certain half demon noble riser we find our heroine pacing back and forth across the floor lost in thought her now white cloak fluttering behind her. Thanks to her defeat of her demonic father and the subsequent cleansing of his influence from her mind she began an intensive week long meditation session which has allowed her to absorb her emotional avatars back into herself allowing her to display emotion without any accidental power outbursts. This has caused her cloak to turn white for it signifies her emotional freedom. Her leotard is white as well for it signifies the state of her emotional unity.
'I've been dreading this day people are starting to wonder why I haven't aged. After all there are other half demon heroes out there and they still age.' 'Should I reveal my secret or should I fake my death and move on.' 'On the one hand I'm tired of leaving friends behind.' 'Then again the last time I told my friends the truth it did start an inquisition.' 'Yet there was that time in Rome when I told the truth and I was accepted. Of course the fact that I was a follower of his may have helped.' 'There are other half demons out their fighting the good fight.' 'Of course I'm the only one of them to have died and escaped from infernum during the first age.' This continues for roughly an hour.
'Enough of this I'll never decide this way each choice is equally attractive. I guess the question is which choice would be best for me.' 'Well since I really don't want to lose the friends who helped me defeat my father I'll the truth to my friends only. As for the slow aging well between Cyborg and myself I'm sure we can come up with something to explain it. This way I can still fake my death and move on if I need to.' Her decision having been made our heroine knowing its movie night proceeds to float to the common room. "I hope it's not another Disney movie tonight. Bird Boy needs to stop letting Star pick the movie."
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In the common room Star is sitting next to Robin who has his arm around her waist. Cyborg is staring ahead pretending to watch whilst working on a list of modifications to the T–Car his cybernetic brain allowing for easy multitasking. Beast Boy is sleeping on the couch in the form of a Doberman. The prince is just about to kiss Snow white when Raven's floating form phases in through the door. "Hey guys I have something to tell you."
Upon seeing the movie her fellow female titan selected her eye begins to glow solid silver. She doubles in height her still white cape billowing in a nonexistent wind. "How dare you watch that movie after what she…" At the sudden demonic roar Starfire leaps into the air lighting a starbolt in each hand her eye glowing with starbeams ready to launch, Robin pulls out a birdarang, Cyborg's arm automatically shifts into its sonic cannon mode, Beast Boy leaps into the air as a dog and comes down in front of the couch in the form of a green sasquatch. "Man Raven what the hell." exclaims Cyborg. "Yeah raven my heart's racing like a humming bird." Yells beast Boy now back in human form. "Sorry to yell like that after all we've been through when I saw you watching that nonsensical drivel I felt betrayed for a moment. That is until I remembered I haven't told anyone the true story of that delusional fiend Snow white." Robin eyebrow arched exclaims "Are you okay raven you seem different."
"Yes friend Raven you are not acting the normal." states Starfire having left her mid-air battle stance when her teammates relaxed.
"Dude your cloaks white!" Beast boy proclaims in shock.
"Garfield do you remember our fight with Trigon." Raven states whilst waving her hand causing the DVD player to open and a DVD enshrouded with a white aura to fly down the incinerator chute.
"Dude how could I forget." Garfield replies with a shudder.
"Well before that I had to meditate to keep his telepathic influence to a minimum. Afterwards however he was weakened enough that through the same strict regimen of meditation I was able to slowly erode his foothold in my mind until I was able to purge myself of him at last. By doing so AFTER the prophecy was fulfilled the backdoor entrance to my mind was shut for good thus I was finally able to bring my emotions back into alignment which caused my cloak to turn white. Afterwards I managed to" Raven says to rounds of "I always knew you had it in you.", "Congratulations friend raven.", and "Way to go dude."
"So Raven care to explain the Demonic Roar." proclaims the former sidekick to the Bat.
"Yeah man for a moment I thought I was gonna need a prosthetic heart." states an annoyed Cyborg.
"Well you know how Hollywood always sanitizes everything." states Raven.
"Yeah the brothers grimm version was a lot darker." proclaims Beast Boy.
"Hey BB I didn't know you could read."
"What was that bolts for brains!"
"Don't start that again you two." says an exasperated robin.
"Yes please friends should not fight." says the alien hero.
"Well as dark as their version was not even the Grimm brothers knew the true story of that blood sucking usurper snow. Sit back down and I'll tell you the tale. It all started one hundred fifty years before the birth of Snow White. In this age sunlight was milder and thus good for you. The nobles had yet to get the idea that pale was beautiful. Furthermore in this age although magic was still present in the world humans had been slowly losing the ability to wield it for some time this lead to more and more mystical races to decide to go into hiding. Oh and lest I forget as you well know the middle ages was restrictive sexually yet what not many know was that it was also paradoxically quite bawdy. A contradiction that was unheard of in this age.
A lone muscular well endowed heroine clad in a suit of leather armor and a dragon scale breastplate sits in a ramshackle inn her feet on the table leaning her chair back on two legs drinking elven ale looted during one of her many battles with fell creatures whilst ignoring the pungent scents of stale mead, sweat, blood, and sex. With a blast of wintery air and a barrage of heavy snow a door flies open colliding noisily with the adjoining wall and in comes a figure clad in an old cloak and tattered furs. The newcomer swivels around and attempts to push the door shut against the wintery gale whilst failing miserably to an accompanying multitude of insults regarding wintery weather and our newcomer's intelligence. Seeing his valiant but futile attempts to shut out the frigid winds our hero lifts a lone hand and exclaims "Ilya lusta ambar uur kara-suule noa faina close the door." With the utterance of the final syllable a sliver glow erupts from our heroines hand and encapsulates the door forcing it shut before fading our hero then promptly hurls a fireball at the wood in the fireplace reigniting the fire's blessed warmth which went out with the blasting through the open doorway door. Our newcomer gazes around himself cautiously and sees our heroine sipping her ale and hurriedly seats himself opposite her.
"I'm looking the hero Mina Silverwing." He states struggling to look her in her emerald green eyes rather than her ample bosom.
"Well then you've found her." She sates her tongue curving around the rim of her bottle. "Your need must be great if you would brave this blizzard especially in those rags."
"I'm looking to hire her. Name your price."
"If the cause is just my sword is for hire." sates our hero as she shaking her head causing her ruby red hair to flip out of her eyes. "I would prefer to know the name of anyone seeking my services."
"My name is Nevar White–Mane crown prince of euphoria and I've been scouring the world these past seven years because you are known for completing impossible quests with the fervor of the ancients of zakarrum a fervor with which you seek out bed partners as well. As for my just cause a dark necromage is experimenting on my people in his necromantic quest for immortality."
"Anything I should know about him." Mina States whilst scratching herself in a highly indelicate manner.
"Yes First he's my father. Secondly slaying him won't be easy for the first of his victims were from the royal guards. Now they've been rendered his undead horde their souls bound to his will. And finally when I left seven years ago the very land its self was beginning to twist into something resembling a scene from a warrior's worst nightmare."
"Let me worry about that." states our heroine nonchalantly. "As for my fee given the magnitude of the task I require two things. First a large sack of assorted coins as well as any mystical artifact I deem to dangerous to the welfare of the people."
"We have a deal." prince Nevar proclaims extending his hand which our heroine promptly seizes by the wrist and shakes in a warrior's agreement. Our hero states "Stay here when the deed is done I'll send for you. After all it wouldn't do for the people to see the tyrant slain only to have their prince found dead." Standing up our heroine heads to the door separating the tavern portion of the inn from the rooms her hips swaying seductively as she leaves to prepare for the journey ahead of her. She stops in the doorway with her ample flanks framed elegantly by the flickering torchlight, and looking over her shoulder with a seductive smile on her face. "Are you coming? After all I can't leave til the blizzard ceases and I sure hate to sleep alone."
'Damn! I've never seen an ass that big that's as firm as dwarven steel.' thinks Nevar. Looking her straight in the eye the crown prince states. "I would be willing to wager my kingdom's entire treasury that you could crack a giant's skull with those elegant flanks!" His piece having been said prince Nevar promptly realizes our heroine's invitation and bolts up from his seat knocking it over in the process rushing to accompany our hero to her bedchambers. With the naturally bronze skin of her face turning a bright red our heroine being very insecure about the size of her butt despite its firm nature replies. "Just for that I think I'll loan you my enchanted hairbrush so you may make a renewed acquaintance with it upon my backside as if not only both our lives depended upon it but our afterlives as well."
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Six Months Later…
We find our heroine in a secluded clearing gazing into a pond filled with crystal clear water. The reflected scene begins to ripple and blur eventually clearing to show a gothic castle comprised of black stone. With a wave of her hand the image begins to move zooming in on each of the turrets to reveal a trio of undead archers each one wielding a compound bow. With another wave of her hand the image zooms out to reveal massive grounds patrolled by legions of undead soldiers comprised of footmen, mages, and even a few undead priests. With another wave of her hand the water shows scenes of vampires slaking their thirst with the blood of newborns, Balverines devouring the flesh of children and other fell creatures sating their wicked appetites. Having seen enough our hero snaps her fingers and the image once again shows an ordinary reflection. "BY THE SACRED FLAMES OF ZAKARRUM!" bellows our hero her voice echoing like thunder causing birds to take flight, squirrels to take refuge in the trees, and other fear based reactions from the timid forest creatures. Taking a series of deep calming breaths our heroine calms herself and continues "Not even I can pummel my way through a hundred legions of undead. I'm going to need call upon aid for this." Having decided to summon aid our heroine begins to collect stones and fallen branches.
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One Day later…
Cut to the same clearing we see a carefully erected stone altar. With a rustling of the surrounding bushes our hero enters dragging a lamb by a rope tied around its neck. 'I wish I knew where I picked up this ritual.' She ponders. 'To say nothing of why I although I've never tried it I'm certain I can perform it without the host of heaven striking me down.' Our hero then proceeds to open a bag of holding which she looted which from a genocidal bosmer. (A high elf.)
From out of the bag she pulls a couple of jewel encrusted golden chalices, a silver platter, and a ritual dagger. "Let's see sacrificial altar check, ridiculously expensive spotless lamb check, ritual Gold–plated Mythril dagger check, flame…" Here our hero ignites a spark from her finger tips and throws it at the pit in the center of the altar. "Check."
With the sacrificial flame burning bright our hero disrobes until she is wearing naught but a determined grimace upon her bare flesh she then seizes the dagger and with a single slice cuts the poor creature's throat collecting the blood and pouring it on the flames issuing from the altar switching chalices as needed to ensure that not a single drop is wasted. With the last drop of blood the flames begin to burn blue. Here with a snap of our hero's fingers the lamb's carcass levitates roughly three feet off the ground. With the blood stained dagger our hero skins the levitating remains of the sacrificial lamb. The skin having been removed and placed on a rack to dry our hero cuts the sacrifice's abdomen open and removes the heart placing it upon a silver platter along with the fat and tosses the whole mess into the fire.
Upon contact with the flames the burning flesh and fats begin to smell of olive oil, lavender, and sage. At this point our hero places the venison over spits set above the altar to begin to smoke as tribute to those whose well earned rest she intends to interrupt. Plunging her sword into the ground with the hilt pointing skyward our nude hero drops down to one knee and begins to whisper a solemn pray.
"It is for those who cannot speak I cry out."
"It is for those who cannot defend themselves I battle."
"By the cries of the innocent I beseech thee one god of sacred Zakarrum."
"On behalf of those who cry out in the dark I beseech thee he whose reign is absolute."
"Honored ones who dwell in paradise I implore thee hear the soundings of the dark ones."
"Honored ones see plight of those upon whom darkness feeds."
"Ancient ones of Zakarrum it is by the breaking of my heart I summon thee."
With the final intonation sounded the flames turn silver and begin to roar with the fury of heaven. A voice whispers from the flames its intonations both beautiful and terrible are made all the more forceful for its softness begins to issue from the flame. "WHO ARE YOU TO CALL FORTH MY SLEEPING WARRIORS O SPAWN OF DARKNESS FALSE GOD OF THE PIT!?"
Upon feeling the power of this voice our heroine begins to scream with untold agony as her flesh begins to bubble and twist of its own accord. With the sting of a thousand lashes immense silvery draconic wings spanning ten feet erupt from her back. With searing agony as if white hot coals are being pressed into her sockets her eyes begin to glow silver. As if spikes are trying to burst from the inside of her head twin spots of excruciating pressure come into being at the very edges of her hairline as rearward pointing curved scarlet horns sprout whilst her hair turns violet. Her fingers burn as if submerged in boiling acid as her fingernails extend to form razor sharp claws. As if submersed in white hot molten steel her feet burn as they elongate settling into a position resembling cat's paws. With the burning cold of absolute zero her skin shifts into diamond hard bronze scales. Upon which the pain abruptly stops.
After several minutes of incoherent screaming our heroine realizes that the torment of her forced change into her infernal form as Vaermina Silverwings Infernal Goddess of vampires has ended. "I care not for myself. Strike me down and send me into the darkest pits of Qortoth if you wish. All I ask is that you liberate the people of euphoria from the fell creatures spawned in the abyss which plague them." Cries our hero her voice still shaky with the lingering memories of her agonizing forced transformation after a brief moment in which only the roaring of the flames can be heard the voice continues. "The warriors you called for shall be sent to you O Pious child of the pit."
With this the flames are abruptly snuffed out and feeling a presence behind her our hero turns to behold a baker's dozen warriors in shining scale mail, Sparkling robes, and supple leathers bearing swords, staves, and other mystical weapons. A leather clad woman with swords on her hips approaches our heroine. "I know not why thy request was granted O child of the flames of corruption. But by the sacred flames of Zakarrum we soldiers of the light are bound to serve those whom he hath deemed worthy of our summoning. Each of us represents a legion of Zakarrum's finest. What are thy commands?"
With an astonished look upon her face our heroine having finally resumed her human form exclaims whilst donning her armor once again exclaims "Did you just swear by the sacred flames of Zakarrum!" "Yes of course for when uttered so a paladin's word is their bond. Why?" "Ever since I was liberated from the pit so I may fight for what is right in moments of outrage on behalf of others I have instinctually sworn by the very same flames as you have. Until now I knew naught why it just felt right." states our heroine. "I see by the jewel embedded upon thy brow that thou surely was human once. Perhaps thou was sired by a demon against thy mother's will for only such a child would have the power of a being of the abyss whilst being as pure of heart as a human babe. If thou were taken to the pit against thy will then such would explain a lot. Thy instinctually swearing by the flames of Zakarrum also suggests that thy mother was one of us."
"My heart feels lighter knowing of what you say as for the commands for which you await. I used wind magic and the pool over yonder to summon true seeings of the plight which befalls the kingdom of euphoria and this is what I saw…" with barely restrained tears of compassion our hero tells of what she witnessed in her scryings.
With barely constrained fury our Sword wielding leather clad swordmaiden of Zakarrum exclaims "YOU HAVE OUR ALLIGENCE UNRESERVEDLY! For this outrage is the very thing which caused our ancestors to forsake paradise and immortality for Nirn!" The others assembled warriors of light cry out their agreement. "Here is my plan for which I need each of your talents."
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In the kingdom of euphoria we find three score vampires drinking themselves stupid at the remains of an orphanage. When out of nowhere comes a white balverine running scared chased by of all things a TREE! Upon seeing the alpha balverine sliced to ribbons by the whippy branches of a weeping willow a novitiate vampire promptly drops a half dead infant with fang marks on her neck and begins to run in fear whilst leaving a yellow liquid in his wake. "What is going on I thought all resistance was crushed." cries Dagoth Ur Master of the vampiric house of Draco. "That is not all my liege." Utters his consort an athletic brunette clad in little more than a loincloth. "Look behind you!" upon turning his head the house master spies much to his astonishment a heard of Oliphant's long thought to be extinct charging through the streets piercing vampires through the heart with their gargantuan tusks.
Throughout the kingdom at the best behest of legions of druids whole forests begin uprooting themselves to chase down incubi, succubi, balrogs, fell witches, warlocks, winged soul–eaters, and all manner of infernal creatures whilst at the command of scores of Ents redwoods, elms, birches, and oak trees originating in old growth forests shelter the trembling ragged citizenry with their massive trunks. Meanwhile at the command of rangers riding upon both centaurs & unicorns alike lions, tigers, bears(OH MY!), wolves, bobcats, giant eagles, griffins, and drakes assail military fortifications alongside the very prey upon which they would normally feed. After digging tunnels under, soaring over, and battering down segments of reinforced stone wall the apex predators begin to feast on the undead soldiers garrisoned within for even when dead man is an animal upon which they rarely get a chance to feed. Whilst prey creatures begin to gore, trample, and other wise annihilate the undead hordes.
After seven weeks of campaigning the armada of light rrives at the heavily fortified capitol city storm mages riding upon all manner of winged horses even a few Alicorns (A winged unicorn.) promptly commence soaring overhead conjuring lightning storms to strike down hordes of undead mages, liches, and archers'. Foot soldiers being slaughtered by the relentless might of legions of holy warriors as they scramble over, under, and through collapsed sections of wall, eventually the furious army of the dearly departed arrives at Whitehall castle where a hundred geomancers use their mystic might to hurl a fifty ton granite battering ram at the magically reinforced gates. The groan of tortured steel creating a resounding accompaniment to the sizzling sounds of fireballs hurled though the air, the zing of arrows taking flight, and the clanging of swords when finally with an almighty CCCCRRRRAAAASSSSHHHHH the steel gates come tumbling down. "Charge!" Cries our heroine once again in the form of Vaermina Silverwings Pagan Goddess of vampires. "Take no prisoners, Give no quarter, Show no mercy!" Into the palace charge Animorphic lycanthropes beyond number slaying all who serve the corrupt necromage Sithis. Our heroine bursts into the throne room followed by a number of warriors who promptly proceed to eliminate the various undead servants of the dark king. With a look of incredulity upon his evil countenance the dark king exclaims "By the black citadel how can the infernal goddess of vampires command the legions of Zakarrum!?"
"I know not but now is the time of thy doom."
"A ambar aire anar nulla urwa wilma nu qualme" cries sithis hurling death spell at our heroine. However much to the dark kings surprise his spell instead of causing screaming agony followed by death as expected merely fizzles instead.
"Fool you cannot kill that which cannot die."
'How is this possible?!' Wonders the leather clad swordmaiden which first approached our heroine. 'Though she knows it naught she is one of us yet she is immortal?'
"Ambar aire anar nulla urwa qualme tulka." Sithis screams desperate for reinforcements now that his defeat is truly nigh.
"Anar anaroore anrrima anarya ankalima alka." cries the vampiric goddess summoning an orb of sunlight which explodes in all directions burning away the hastily summoned shadows.
"Anar anaroore anrrima anarya amlug." cries our heroine.
With a mighty roar that seems to echo with power of a bygone age in soars a dragon composed of a pure golden light. Upon sighting the malevolent king of euphoria the golden dragon emits another roar and lets fly a blast of silver flame reducing the king to a pile of ash. With a nod off friendship to the goddess of vampires the golden dragon fades away.
"At last it is over!" Exclaims the leather clad shieldmaiden of zakarrum.
"Not just yet." says our heroine now having resumed her human guise her armor having shifted along with her.
"What do you mean? The king is dead. Let us return to our well earned rest." states the confused shieldmaiden.
"You and yours must surely have been too enthralled with the battle to notice but the dark king had a plan to escape death for as the dragon dissolved I spied a withered hand yanking his soul into this mirror." says our hero.
"Ambar quende aire fyria nu urwa wilma wili." Chants our hero causing an ornate jewel studded silver and gold hand mirror to fly into her outstretched hand from the hook which it hung upon the walls of the throne room.
"Did you really think you could escape me so easily sithis." states our hero casting a smug grin into the mirror. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath our heroine opens her eyes which now glow solid silver and casts her gaze towards the heavens and begins to chant.
"By the cries of the innocent for the anguished screams of the wronged. In memory of those cut down before their time. In the name of justice until his blackened twisted soul feels redemptions sweet kiss I bind SITHIS dethroned corrupt king of euphoria to the confines of his own mirror from which he must answer truthfully anyone mortal or mystical being alike who calls upon the moonlit sea, the twisted tree, and the standing stone underneath." With the final intonation the shafts of sunlight shining through the holes in the castle ceiling briefly turn silver afterwards silver chains sprout from the floor wrapping themselves around the mirror before fading with a sound of chiming crystal bells.
To the leather clad swordmaiden our hero her eyes once again a brilliant emerald green states "It is done. The king is a threat no longer. Thus your service is at its end. You may now return to your well deserved rest."
"I thank thee." states the spokeswoman for the paladin armada. With this all save for the spokeswoman, and two legions of assorted foot soldiers, battlemages, rangers and druids fade away into the wind.
"Wista helke lusta en na sinome NEVAR WHITE-MANE." cries our heroine and with a clap of thunder prince Nevar White-Mane appears in the throne room.
"After these many months the dead is at last done. Where are my father's remains, what are your plans for your new kingdom, who are these warriors behind me, and what happened to cause this much devastation." states a relieved Nordic prince.
"First my journey took several months and when euphoria began to appear on the horizon I saw much to my horror the lush green forests, the fertile farmland, and the sparkling blue pond waters had begun moving past the realm of nightmares to resemble a landscape more suited to the very pits of Qortoth. By the way in the language of infernum Qortoth is the name for the darkest pit of the abyss in which resides the dark citadel home to Lucifer king of infernum."
"Secondly the ashes of your father's mortal remains have been dispersed by the four winds."
"Thirdly as for what happened…" here our heroine relates to the prince the events in question starting from her remote viewing to the summoning to the final defeat of his father to the binding of his soul to his mirror. "Then of course I cast the spell which brought you here. As for the mirror I will of course be keeping it as per our agreement." "Very well." agrees the prince.
"Fourthly as for my plans for the kingdom I have none. For as you know according to the laws of inheritance as the one who vanquished the corrupt king the throne is mine. This being said however I have no desire to leave behind the freedom of a wandering hero's life for the restrictive life of a queen. Thus I abdicate and return the throne to you KING NEVAR WHITE-MANE." Seizing a pouch hanging from her belt our hero unties the string to her bag of holding and removes an elegant crown fit for the noblest of Elven kings. "Take this crown let it be a symbol of the beginning of an era of peace and enlightenment. This crown was been forged by the dwemer from the best dwarven mythril and enchanted by a rebel bosmer sympathetic to the plight of the human peoples. From the moment it is first placed upon the brow of one who is an exemplar the best of the traits of humanity its rightful owner shall have the ability to see the alignment of all those in ones vision. Gold for good, Silver is good as well but the person will only support you so long as they believe you are acting for the good of the people. Black is of course evil." Placing the crown upon his brow the new sovereign proclaims
"Long LIVE KING NEVAR WHITE-MANE."
"LONG LIVE THE KING." proclaims a crowd of euphorians having entered the castle to investigate all the excitement.
"And finally…" Mina Silverwing states. "I have no idea why those in question remain. Care to explain?"
Approaching the king the spokeswoman exclaims "Of course as a result of the battle the lands have been devastated, the wildlife slaughtered, the cities demolished, and the troops where in worse straights than when you left for they consisted solely of the wandering dead. In good conscience we cannot leave the land like this. DRUIDS!" The druids begin to chant. "Ambar noore kelva tulka noore." with this a green light emerges out from the gathered protectors of the land and spreads out to envelope the capital city before fading leaving behind lush green forests, sparkling ponds, and newly restored cities with this done the lands protectors as well as the friends of the animals leave the castle in small groups to scatter themselves about the kingdom. "My Druids shall travel the kingdom repairing the lands with their magic until the damage is repaired. My rangers will do likewise for the decimated wildlife population. When their work is done they will leave to return to their rest. Nor can we leave your kingdom without a defense force so my foot soldiers, battlemages, and I will remain and defend the land. As you rebuild the kingdoms armies my soldiers will one by one return to their well earned rest. As for myself until such time as the last soldier under my command returns to Zakarrum and their well earned rest I shall remain to advise you in the restoration of your kingdom."
"I greatly appreciate your sacrifice… shieldmaiden I believe it is?" states the newly crowned king of euphoria.
"It is." states the shieldmaiden. "Furthermore as is my own personal custom as your advisor for as long as I remain of my own free will I do hereby place under your sole command my womanly affections. Furthermore regardless of the reason, the needed state of undress, the desired implement, severity, duration, or humiliation factor including but not limited to standing in a corner to keeping my flanks bare for all to see I grant you right to thrash my flanks most severely."
With eyes widening to the size of silver banquet platters and eyebrows threatening to climb to the magically restored ceiling the king proclaims "What is your name shieldmaiden."
"Upon reaching maturity my people traditionally leave behind the names given to us by our parents and choose a new name for our adult life. In your tongue my name would be Kirstin Fire–Flanks for I like the sound of Kirstin and growing up my parents often said it was like there was a fire between my legs a fire which got my hide tanned with alarming frequency during my adolescent years. A trend which much to my delight I continued into my adulthood." states our lusty swordmaiden.
"Kirstin Fire–Flanks" States the wise king. "Do you truly wish to enter into such an agreement with me for under my rule no man from the lowliest of beggars to the greatest of nobles to the king himself shall have the power to command any woman from the queen herself to the lowest of streetwalkers to a woman on the way to her execution to lay down with him against her will."
"By the flames of zakarrum I do indeed. Let our agreement be enthusiastically sealed posthaste. Let our agreement be renewed by my cries of anguish as my rear end is most cruelly blistered." Kirstin having stated her agreement the king proclaims "Very well then as Mina here can testify you will always be most satisfied that you made entered into this arrangement. And as Mina herself can also testify when I punish your backside you will cry out in agony yet when it is over you will look forward to your next whipping."
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Skipping past half a century we find the now elderly Nevar White-Mane king of euphoria sitting upon his throne in Whitehall castle the leather clad spokeswoman having wed the king after a decade of service perched upon a throne of her own by his side as befits the queen. A ranger enters the throne room bearing a sealed scroll which he hands to the king. "What is this?" question the noble king. "Ah! I see the bordering territories Eastmarch, Whiterun, and Winterhold have finally been reclaimed from the last of my father's followers." "Finally skyrim is once again ours my king." sates Kirstin Fire–Flanks having fallen in love with and married the king to whom she pledged her services.
"And with that I take my leave." The ranger proclaims before fading from sight to return to his well earned rest.
"This is unexpected!" proclaims an astonished swordmaiden.
"How so my love?" King Nevar questions.
"That was the last of my warriors I should be leaving for zakarrum now. Yet I remain." proclaims the queen who still looks to be a woman in the prime of her life for although her summoning granted her a semblance of life she is still dead and thus she does not age.
"Perhaps having been wed in accordance with the customs of your people you are bound to this realm until I move on."
"That seems probable my king."
Nine months later…
We find the aging king outside his bed chambers pacing back and forth his brow furrowed in concern. With a gentle creeeaaak a door opens to reveal a midwife carrying two small bundles in her arms. "I present to you your children my liege." holding out the first child the midwife proclaims "Your eldest a girl named for your wife's mother Zelda." Handing to him the second child the midwife states "Your second child named for your stillborn brother Kodlack."
"And what of my wife?"
"Alas my lord it was as she suspected her unborn children where all that kept her here for the moment she named her son the queen faded from sight to return to her rest in the lands of Zakarrum."
"I pray that Zakarrum welcomes me with open arms when my time comes for I could not bear to be parted from my bride for all eternity." states the elderly king before abruptly clutching his chest in pain and falling to the floor dead from a massive heart attack. With reflexes worthy of the departed queen herself the elderly midwife seizes the royal offspring before they can hit the floor and come to harm. She then takes the crown from the late king and hands it to a trusted guardswoman saying "Guard this with your life until the time in which the queen comes of age." before heading to the throne room where she sets Kodlack down upon his mother's throne and holding Zelda up for the assembled citizenry and members of the royal court alike to witness she proclaims "I give you your queen. May she live up to the legacy of her dearly departed parents."
"LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!" proclaims the assembled mass.
Scrunching her at a sudden stench the midwife states "I believe the queen has soiled herself."
Meanwhile…
We see a fertile land with farms aplenty, training grounds halls of magical learning, and other such places as befits the warriors of light. In a coliseum where a fierce battle royal has just concluded with a victorious grin on her face Kirstin Fire–Flanks proclaims "I told you I would never let palace life dull my skills."
"Indeed you did not." proclaims a new voice.
"I see we have a new arrival please state your name and what you did to earn a place here in zakarrum." proclaims a scribe.
"I can scarcely believe my eyes!" Kirstin shouts throwing her arms around her love who is once again a young man of twenty five years. "I prayed that when your time came you would find yourself here my love for I knew I could not stand to see us parted for all eternity."
"I as well my queen." Proclaims king Nevar as he returns her embrace and begins to passionately kiss on her lips with an arm around her shoulders and one hand cupping her firm backside.
Having seen their comrade in arms public display of affection several warriors begin to cheer enthusiastically whilst someone shouts out "Wow fifty years she was with him I never thought our indiscriminate bed hopper here could focus her interests for more than the fifty minutes it takes her to climax."
"Well the two of them did dally with both serving girls and maids alike." shouts a second warrior.
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A sudden alarm and accompanying red strobe lights jolts the titans out of their seats. "Trouble." Robin utters once again displaying his master level ability to state the obvious as he rushes to the computer and begins typing in a series of commands "It's Red X and he appears to be loitering inside the jump city museum?!" Robin questions incredulously.
"Man what the hell is he up to?" Cyborg asks confusion evident in his voice.
"Yeah dude did he had a stroke or what?" states the green shapeshifter.
"Whatever he's up to it's up to us to stop him." Robin states. "TITANS GO!"