A Skyrim/MLP crossover hope you enjoy.
Just so you know this story will have the following
Gore
Comedy
Sexual situation which will most likely end with…sexy results :
Shipping
Drunkenness
Big scary ass dragons
Vampires
Pour substitute for towns names.
Long waiting times for the next chapter
Cuteness
And of cause a arrows in the knees
If you don't like of these types of things then you should turn back now. However if you like to see if i can pull this off without screwing up then please continue reading.
Flyrim Intro
Two cloaked ponies stood in a dark room, both looking at the large detailed mural carved into the wall before them. One of them turns to the other an angry scowl on his face.
"You should have acted." He muttered.
"They're already here." The other one said sounding much older and wiser. "The Star Swirl scrolls told of their return. Their defeat was only a delay."
The older cloaked pony took several steps towards the mural, softly running a hoof over it before continuing. "From the time after Discord release. When the sons of Flyrim would spill their own blood. But no one wanted to believe. Believe that they existed. And when the truth finally dawns, it dawns in fire. But there is one they fear."
With a sudden twist the older pony faced his partner. "In their tongue, he is Dovahkin-Dragonborn."
The younger pony looked at the older one sceptically. "What makes you think the Dargonborn is a he?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I'm just saying it's rather narrow minded to think that the prophesised hero is going to be male."
The older stallion sighed out of annoyance. "Prophesised heroes are always male Storyteller, that's the first thing you learn at lore school.
"That seems kind of sexist sir."
"Is it." he questioned. "Have you ever heard of a female hero?"
"Daring Do."
"Besides her."
"Spitfire."
"Besides her."
"Raindrops the Undropable."
"Besides her."
"Colgate the Brusher."
This argument lasted for several minutes until the older pony finally had enough. "Okay fine, so there have been a small number of female heroes in the past but that doesn't change anything. The Dragonborn is going to be a male, I stake my life on it."
Storyteller rolled his eyes at his mentor. "If you say so sir. What should we do while we wait for the Dragonborn to show up?"
"That's simple my young apprentice. We will live ordinary lives and wait until he shows himself to us."
"So basically we're doing the same thing that we've been doing for the last five years."
The older pony nodded.
"Oh, great." Storyteller sighed. "Well, he or she better hurry up. If I have to spend another year in that alicorn forsaken inn singing the same two songs over and over again, I'm going to have to kill someone.
"Count yourself lucky you're not living in a sewer." The pony whispered to himself.
With that the two cloaked pony disappear into the darkness each going back live their fake lives and wait for the faithful day when the Dragonborn reveals him or herself.