What? A new Skyrim fan fiction? It cannot be!
(Don't worry. Runa, My sweet will be updated in less than a week. I have a chapter written, I just need to tweak it a little.)
If you don't know, I have the same character for Dovahkiin as I do in Runa, My sweet. It takes place in the same universe as Runa too. But I case you haven't read it….
Name: Xerxes
Gender: Male
Race: Imperial
Hair: Brown Mohawk…thingy. And a short beard.
Size: Taller than the average Imperial, about as tall as a high elf (6'5"-ish)
Armor: Ebony armor, gauntlets and boots. And an iron helmet
Xerxes sat up and held his head. His head was pounding, his vision blurry. Where in Oblivion was he? He remembers riding from Whiterun to Falkreathe hold, on his way to take care of something from the Companions. Then, a falling sensation and…
"Shh! Guys, he's awake!" Wait, whose voice was that? Was it…Sanguine? He rubbed his eyes as his vision focused. He was sitting in some kind of throne, not unlike a Jarl's. But as he stretched his neck to look further, he jumped.
He was at a massive stone table? Where in the…
"Morning sunshine…" he looked over to see a grinning, giggling, and very massive Sanguine sitting at the table. In fact, there were many massive people at the table.
"Sanguine, keep yourself in order." A massive dragon huffed from across the table.
"Eh, don't get your scales ruffled, Peryite. Lil' ale never hurt anyone." He tipped the bottle over and gulped the last few dribbles.
Wait, Peryite? Sanguine? Was he…oh no. He was in a special plane of Oblivion with all Daedric princes surrounding him. He stretched his neck and looked around. Yes, it looked like all Daedric princes are here.
The most frightening of the Princes was Namira. She appeared as a corpse. Dirty, tangled hair fell down her shoulders. Her grey skin shriveled and hung off her body in some places. Her lips and cheeks were completely rotted, revealing her crooked teeth. She had no eyes, just empty sockets as black as the darkest midnight. Her hands were but skeletal bones. All kinds of bugs crawled in and out of her nose, eyes and mouth.
"Hello, my lovely champion." Namira looked at him.
"Hello." He replied meekly. He heard a scoff.
"You guys haven't left him any shadows to hide in like I requested. He is a Nightingale, after all." Nocturnal crossed her arms. She was in a black cloak with the hood up. Crows perched on her arms.
"Get over it Nocturnal," Hircine snarled, "He's a strong werewolf. He doesn't need to hide in the shadows like a pansy." Hircine was a muscular man with a deer skull for a head.
"Excuse me? At least my followers can go to Sovngarde." Nocturnal growled.
"Calm yourself sister." Azura put a hand on Nocturnal's arm. "We have more urgent issues at stake.
"You're right." Mehrunes Dagon stood up, "We've held a meeting to discuss me taking the Dragonborn as my champion."
"Excuse me? That's not what this was about at all. I remember." A grotesque mass of tentacles objected; Hermaeus Mora. "I remember us agreeing that it was to decide who would have him."
"Then, the meeting shall be brief. I have decided I will have him as my own." The four-armed Mephala smirked.
"Everyone shut your mouths! We shall let him choose for himself!" Clavicus Vile leaned down closer to Xerxes, "Choose me, and I'll grant your wildest wishes." He whispered.
"Now we're resorting to bribery? 'Cuz I can do that. Go with me and you'll have complete access to my plane of Oblivion. Where mead flows like water and babes as far as the eyes can dare to see." He finished off another bottle of ale.
"Ugh. You people are terrible at bribery. In fact, you guys are all straight up evil when it comes to mortals. I'm the only really kind Daedric prince." Meridia pointed to herself. "Just imagine, together we will rid the world of scum like draugrs and vampires!"
"He doesn't need nice, he needs strength! Like me, Malacath! Father of Orcishkind!" Malacath declared.
"Oh what fun!" Sheogorath popped a cheese into his mouth. "This is more fun than that time I turned that woman into several instruments! Or when I build a shed with a rooster named Gustavo! But really, I want him because he's a mortal. And mortals have cute little toes!" Sheogorath laughed heartily. Boethiah sighed.
"This is a waste of time, even for a daedra. Honestly, he was in the Dark Brotherhood. The cult of plots!"
"No, he's mine. He became MY champion first!" Molag Bal shouted, a muscular man with a bull's head. Vaermina leaned down.
"How's this for a bribe. Choose me and you won't get hideous nightmares for the remainder of your existence." She hissed.
"Threats? You've sunken lower than I expected, Vaermina." Namira scoffed.
"Like you're so peaceful? You're cult fucking eats people!" Molag Bal retorted.
"At least I don't have enslaved mortals." Namira scoffed.
"Both of you shut up!" Mehrunes Dagon snapped.
"Shut up, Dagon! He's mine!" Peryite growled
It wasn't long before the meeting erupted into petty jabs and arguments. Xerxes sat back on his throne and sighed, leaning his head on his hand.
"Shove it up your ass, Mephala!"
"Be quiet, Nocturnal! No one likes your crows!"
"Cheese!"
"Go sit in the corner, Sheogorath!"
Suddenly, a booming thunder stopped everyone in his or her tracks. A doorway of light split the darkness and several figures stepped out.
And scene!
What do you think? Plz review!
This'll just be a few chapters long.