AN: Hello people. A bit of basic info before we begin the story. This story has a Dragonborn who is already established in Skyrim at the beginning of the story, even if he isn't very well known outside of his hold, and already has some influence and connections, even a small family (not a wife but children and an adoptive sibling). You'll find out more about his and his story by reading but at the bottom of the story is a small Bio about him covering his main strengths, what minor skills he uses, etc. I'm also going to be taking requests from people who want to submit their own Dovakhin to me to fill in one of two rolls. I want my Character to have a love interest as well as a best friend. The love interest, if I don't get a good female Dovakhin submission, is going to be likely Aela or Serana. The best friend is…well I'm not sure to be honest. Any submissions (which would be a character that you the reader actually use to play) won't be Dovakhin but I will allow them to have a shout or two of their own that they use. Two more small things before we begin: 1. I would appreciate if people submitting their Dovakhin for my story as the lover or best friend would do the Skyrim 'Dragonborn character meme' thing (Just go to DeviantArt and type in 'Skyrim Meme' and you'll see what I'm talking about. 2. Is that my Character is from Falkreath and Jarl Siddgeir isn't an asshole here and neither is General Tulius.

Legend of the Crypt-Raiser

Chapter 1

-Hadvar-

Sighing he saw the Horse thief, Lokir, fall to the ground with an Imperial arrow in his back after trying to escape. "Anyone else feel like running?" his Captain demanded angrily as he had to resist the urge to scowl, having a great dislike for the woman who seemingly took joy in killing. He was far from innocent himself, the blood of many Stormcloaks and bandits wetted his blade, but he didn't enjoy killing, he didn't take pleasure in causing suffering. There was a difference between feeling pride that you bested a worthy opponent or kept someplace safe from suffering and just taking merriment in watching men and women die.

Looking at the last man by the carts he frowned as he saw no more names on his list, "You there step forward." He ordered as the tied up man calmly strode towards them, seemingly unfazed by the waiting executioner's block. "What's your name?" he asked as he got a good look at the Breton in front of him.

"Osiris," the Breton declared proudly "Osiris Crypt-Raiser. Head and founder of the Clan Crypt-Raise of Falkreath, court wizard of Falkreath, and Thane of Falkreath hold.". As the man spoke he took in the Breton's slightly battered and bruised appearance. The now named Osiris was tall and pale, with ebony black hair that flowed back of the man's shoulders past his neck, a few braided locks on each side that went back with the flowing mane. The man's physical build, while nowhere near the level of sheer muscle he had seen on many of his Nord Brothers and Sisters, was still clearly strong. It was the man's face that drew his attention though but it wasn't the clearly visible laugh lines, nor the almost claw like tattoos bellow the man's eyes or even the small goatee the man had…but the man's eyes. The bright eyes of the self-named Osiris Crypt-Raiser shined with merriment and knowledge even in the dire situation they found themselves in.

"Hah," the Captain snorted derisively "as if I'd believe such a farfetched lie.".

"It isn't a lie oh foolish one." Osiris said calmly, "but the truth. Your men captured me as I was crossing back over the border after hunting down a bandit group that killed several of the Falkreath guards under orders from my Jarl. I was already tired and I assume one of them struck me from behind. Must have been pretty hard too if I only now woke up.".

"Captain," he spoke up "this man's not on the list.".

"I've heard enough of his lies," the Captain snarled "so forget the list. He goes to the block.".

"I'm sorry," he apologized to the man in front of him with genuine sincerity "I'll see that your remains are returned to the capital of Falkreath hold.".

"It's alright," he said calmly, noticing General Tulius walking over out of the comer of his eye, likely trying to find out what was taking so long "but don't be surprised when Siddgeir withdraws his support from the Empire because of your decision.".

-Osiris-

"What is this?" the man whom he assumed was the General demanded while storming over "Why would Jarl Siddgeir withdraw support from the empire?".

"That would be because of your bloodthirsty captain sentencing me to the block despite the fact that I am not only not on your list of individuals to execute but have already stated that I am the Court Mage and Thane of Falkreath.".

"Is this true?" the General demanded of the Captain and the man with the list, both of them nodding even if one did so reluctantly. The general seemed thoughtful for a moment before deciding "We will travel to Falkreath after this and verify his story with the Jarl himself. If it's true then you shall be free and you," the man shot a stern look at the female captain, "will be demoted. If it isn't then you shall be executed then.

Nodding in gratitude to the man he walked over and stood next to the man with the list, ignoring the glares the female captain was sending his way as he watched the execution of those who he had discovered on the wagon ride over were Stormcloak soldiers and their leader, Ulfric Stormcloak himself.

As he was watching the executions he thought he heard a sound in the distance, "What was that?" he wondered aloud, a question being asked by other soldiers as well before the General, who he was sure he had heard called Tulius, spoke up.

"It's nothing," the man declared "likely just the roar of a Troll echoing off the mountains, carry on.".

Then the roar happened again only louder as he looked up to see the approaching form of a dragon winging its way over, "Sentries, what do you see?" the Captain demanded as he looked at her in pure shock at her stupidity before yelling when he saw the dragon roar, causing the sky to darken and meteors to begin raining down from the sky.

Reacting quickly he leapt back, grabbing onto the man with the list as he did so to pull them out of the way of one of the meteors before hearing the General call out "Soldiers! Guards! Get the townspeople to safety! Archers! You're with me! Charge!".

"That's a brave man." he said a nod of respect to the General before glancing over and scowling as he saw the Stormcloaks using the attack to flee, some out of the gates and some into a keep.

Tulius clearly saw it too as the man called out "Hadvar! You and Osiris head to the keep and eliminate any Stormcloaks you find trying to escape!".

"Yes General Tulius!" the man with the list, who he assumed was Hadvar, called out to the Imperial commander before turning towards him "Come on, let's go!" as he nodded and took off along side the Imperial soldier, both of them leaping over the falling meteors as they charged towards the keep and got inside just as a crashing sound just outside the door indicated that they were blocked in.

"Come here," Hadvar spoke up after a moment of them getting a their breath back from the panicked sprint they just did "let me cut those bindings off.".

"Thanks." he said as he rubbed his writs, using a slight healing spell to remove the chaffing before shaking his hands and preparing the spell Dread Zombie in his left hand while he had a simple flame spell in his right.

"There should be some armor for you in one of these chests," Hadvar told him as he looked around at the chests and weapon racks, "I assume you won't be needing a sword.".

"I would actually," he said as he took one of the iron blades and placed it within a sheath but set it to the side "I never go anywhere without an actual weapon with me in case I run out of magicka. Unfortunately my armor was almost ruined by hunting down those bandits and my sword shattered while fighting them.".

"That's…honestly surprising," Hadvar spoke up while he pulled out some basic Imperial armor from a chest and stripped out of the rags he was wearing to strap it on "most mages refuse to use any weapon besides a dagger.".

"I'm not most mages." He said with a simple shrug before tying the final straps on his weapon and then placing the sword at his hip, putting a spare sword in an infinite pouch he found in one of the chests. "I would love to shake the hand of the man who made these." He said with a grin as he belted on the pouch which was a magical masterpiece, expanding the space within so it could hold any amount of items even if their weight stayed the same.

"It truly is a marvel." Hadvar spoke up, "But are you ready?".

"Not quite," he said shaking his head as he oved over to a table near the door with a few maps on it "I need to do one thing first.".

"A map?" Hadvar asked in surprise which turned into confusion when he brought over a quill and some ink and began drawing magical runes onto the back of the map.

"I've spent most of my life studying conjuration magic and have mastered it by this point," he explained "I've even made a few unique spells of my own, one of them being this. I place the enchantment onto the map, tie it to myself with a few drops of blood," as he spoke he pricked his finger with the tip of his sword as the blood fell onto the runes "and now whenever I go to a new location in Skyrim the map records it and I can use conjuration magic to summon myself there as long as I'm already outside when doing so.".

"That's amazing," Hadvar said in awe.

"Thanks," he said gratefully as he rolled up his map and placed it in his pouch "it took a long time to perfect but there's still room for improvement. The map only works for me and I can only bring one or two people with me at a time and, as I said, I need to have been there with the map. My old one caught fire in the bandit raid.".

"Ah," Hadvar said with a wince before shaking it off "anyway, let's move. We need to get rid of any Stormcloaks we come across.".

Nodding in agreement he pulled the chain by the gate and they set out, finding no Stormcloaks ahead but the droplets of blood indicated they had been there as they followed the trail through the next couple of rooms, finding no sign of Stormcloak activity bar the droplets until they got to what was clearly a torture room where he found two Imperials dead upon the ground.

Sighing sadly he used some lock picks to pick open a cage with a dead body in it to get the mage equipment inside it, which he knew would be valuable, as well as the gold and the spell tome for the Sparks spell. Turning towards the two dead bodies he cast his Dread Zombie spell as they both floated up before staring blankly ahead, waiting for his orders.

"They seem…different to other undead." Hadvar said, seeming uncomfortable with the necromantic minions.

"I managed to find a way to alter my necromancy spells so that they reanimate the dead body it's cast upon but it doesn't drag their soul halfway between this world and the afterlife and cause them to suffer. They still have their skills and strengths from life but they aren't suffering from it.".

"That's a relief at least." Hadvar said with a sigh before the continued on down the tunnel, voices growing as they did so before he held up his hand for Hadvar to stop and peaked around a corner and saw several Stormcloaks arguing about whether to stay or push on.

"Let's go." He said to Hadvar and the two undead as they charged around the corner, Hadvar running alongside him to fight the ones on the upper levels while his undead ran down to the bottom level of the room to fight the ones down there. Seeing the archers across the cavern he ran and, spying the oil on the floor, launched his flames as the fire rose up, burning the Stormcloaks as they fell to the ground with pained cries which were quickly silenced as they fell to the ground outside of the flames, their armor charred but intact as did all armors of Tamriel, the natural magics of the land preserving what was created far longer than they would be otherwise. Looking over he saw Hadvar and the undead finishing off the other Stormcloaks.

Nodding he took a bow from one of the defeated along with several arrows as they continued along the tunnels, running into nothing more than a few frostbite spiders before they got to what seemed to be the final cavern if the sunlight ahead was any indication. "Wait," Hadvar said to him, putting a hand out to stop him from going forward "there's a bear just a head, do you see her?".

"Yeah," he said with a grateful nod before turning to his two undead which he knew wouldn't last much longer and ordered "kill it." causing the two to charge forward, attacking the bear which quickly defeated them both but greatly weakened the beast which fell to his arrow once his undead had dissolved into ash.

"Come on," he said to Hadvar, "my home is a half day's walk from here, perhaps a little more. We can rest and resupply there before having my carriage driver take us to wherever we need to go.".

AN: As I promised, here's the character Bio (Please note that the skills are what he will focus on but not what he's already good/great at. Right now his only real developed skill is Conjuration as he's spent his life trying to master and further develop it)

Dragonborn:

Name: Osiris Crypt-Raiser

Race: Breton

Main Weapon: Conjuration magic

Backup Weapon: destruction magic

Other major skills: alteration magic, illusion magic, restoration magic, enchanting, heavy armor

Minor skills: one handed, sneak, lock picking, archery, blacksmithing, two handed, speech Alchemy

Factions/Guilds (that he will join): Mage's College, Dawnguard, Imperials, Companions

Other Facts: Thane of Falkreath, owns Lakeview (bedrooms, storage room, armory), hates thieves, best friends with Siddgeir, his Housecarl is like a sister, has three daughters

Favorite Shouts (Future): cyclone, fire breath, ice breath, and disarm

Favorite Daedra: Wait and see

Family: wait and see