Keshhar the young Khajiit of nineteen years stood out in the field of Sovngarde which was covered by mist ready to face the mighty Alduin the world eater with the three legendary Dragonborn: Gormlaith Golden-Hilt; clad in steel plate armor with matching gauntlets and boots, in her right hand she held an iron shield, on her right hip was her scabbard that held her beloved ancient Nord sword, and on her back sat a quiver of iron arrows ready to pierce the flesh of her foes, her long blonde hair reached down to her shoulders, on her face she had 3 green lines painted diagonally across her face which matched her eyes. Hakon One-Eye; clad in ancient Nord armor that bore many scratches and dents from his many battles, his red hair was pulled back into a ponytail with braids on the sides of his head, on his chin was a short but thick beard that matched his hair, his left eye was gray while the left was brown, and on his back he carried his ancient Nord battle axe. And the last was Felldir the Old who had white hair tied back, he had a beard which had a small band tied around it, he wore a robe similar to the robes worn by the Greybeards and on his back rested an ancient nord greatsword.
Keshhar himself stood clad in dragon scale armor; his boots were made up of Iron shoes with a leather heel that would lend themselves to scaled shingles at the lower leg portion of the boot, his chestplate had many spikes on the shoulders. A scale like texture made up the collar and waist portions of the piece of armor, and three spikes adorned the front of the collar, the Gauntlets which protected his forearms had bumpy scaled bits on the wrist, transforming into sheaths of scales, the helmet left his face exposed and 6 spikes of varying sizes make their way out of the temple portion before sweeping back. In Keshhar's left hand he held a dragon scale shield to match his armor and in his right he held a dragonbone war axe as his silver feline eyes took in the sights around them, he had his tail wrapped around his waist almost like a belt to keep it from getting in the way, under his right eye he bore a scar that came from three claws from a ferocious animal, on his back was a quiver of dragon bone arrows his ears were flattened against his head inside of his helmet This didn't hinder his hearing really at all, his fur was gray, he had stripes going down his neck, long hair on the top of his head which had been combed back which his helmet covered.
"We cannot fight Alduin in this mist, clear skies together!" Gomlaith ordered. "LOK VAH KOOR!!" The four of them shouted. The most was cleared giving them view into the field but suddenly Alduin's voice was heard "Ven Mul Riik!" Alduin shouted. And as quickly as the mist was dispersed it reformed. "Does his strength have no end? Is our struggle in vain?" Hakon asked in anguish. "Stand fast! His strength is failing! Once more, and his might will be broken!" Gomlaith shouted. "LOK VAH KOOR!!!!" They all shouted again. And again the mist was cleared. But Alduin didn't care "Ven Mul Riik!!" Alduin shouted again allowing the mist to form completely once again. "His power crumbles - do not pause for breath!" Felldir demanded. "LOK VAH KOOR!!" They all shouted once again. However instead of shouting again Alduin flew in over them summoning fire to rain down from the sky and he let out a fearsome roar. Keshhar wasn't afraid he had come here prepared to die and the other nord heroes were not afraid in the slightest "Joor Zah Frul!" Keshhar shouted. This shout forced Alduin to leave his place in the sky and slam down on the ground where the four began attacking him mercilessly until he was about to die and Keshhar walked up to deliver the killing blow Alduin stared up at him with his enraged red eyes "You may have defeated me now Dovahkiin, but know that I will return in the future and destroy you and all of Tamriel!" Alduin sneered. "There is no future for you, Alduin." Keshhar retorted as he raised his axe. "Filok Qah Tiid." Alduin suddenly shouted. This was a shout Keshhar had never heard of before and it caused a large purple vortex which had red lightning shooting out of it in all directions to appear, Alduin leapt into this vortex with little hesitation and Keshhar was sucked in seconds later. Keshhar flew through what seemed to be a tunnel of purple energy and red lighting for what felt like days until this vortex finally spat him out in the middle of a large forest seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
Upon being spat out Keshhar slammed his back into a tree very hard. Causing him to drop both his axe and his shield, Keshhar groaned as he felt his side "Damn, I think that broke a couple ribs." Keshhar said with a groan. He then pulled out a potion of healing, he knew how to do restoration magic very well but he felt that this was easier, so he uncorked the red bottle and drank the contents. After drinking the potion he felt his ribs heal in mere seconds. Keshhar then stood up and stretched then he walked over to where he assumed his axe had fallen after his 'landing' and he was correct as he found his powerful dragon bone war axe, he picked it up and put it back on to the holder on his hip then he walked away, without wrapping his tail back around his waist. After a few minutes Keshhar happened upon a dirt road "This may lead to a hold." Keshhar said. Keshhar then turned and began to follow the road, it went until sundown before he finally could see a city in the distance, he didn't recognize the city at all and he had seen all of the holds in Skyrim too many times to count Keshhar made a quick decision and covered his face using a piece of cloth leaving his silver feline eyes exposed and wrapped his tail around his waist again then he made his way over to the city. He walked around the busy streets of the city but recognized none of it "Where the hell am I?" Keshhar thought to himself. Soon he reached the market district of the city "Well now I'm lost..." Keshhar mumbled. Then he walked over to one of the booths "Hello, do you know where an inn is in this city?" Keshhar asked the man at the booth. "Why just down the road on the right is the Crescent Moon Inn." The man at the booth replied. "Thank you." Keshhar replied. Keshhar then made his way down to the inn that the person had told him about upon getting inside he saw a person appearing to be close to Keshhar's age with spiky pink hair, a scaly-looking scarf, a backpack with a blanket or something tied to the top of it and what appeared to be anyway: a red coat. Scarfing down as much food as he seemed to be able to, a blue cat stood next to him on the table acting in a similar manner. "By the gods..." Keshhar mumbled to himself. He then approached someone dressed in a green tunic and black boots standing behind a counter who he assumed to be the innkeeper "Excuse me, I'd like to rent a room. Just for the night." Keshhar said. "Very well, that will be 2000 jewel." The man said. Keshhar was confused when the man said "jewel" as septims were the only currency he had ever needed so Keshhar reached down into his satchel and pulled out a small bag filled with 90 septims "Will this cover it?" Keshhar asked. The man looked into the bag he'd just been handed in awe "Y-Yes this will definitely cover your stay tonight." The innkeeper replied as he tucked the small bag into his pocket. "You can have the room on the left, make yourself at home." The innkeeper said as he pointed Keshhar where to go. "Thank you." Keshhar said as he walked over to the room he had been assigned. It wasn't that different from the rooms at the inns in Skyrim containing a bed in the far corner of the room, a nightstand on the other side with a chair next to that, a dresser near the door, and a decorative rug on the ground. Keshhar closed the door behind him as he walked in Keshhar then sat down on the edge of the soft bed "What could have happened?" Keshhar mumbled to himself as he clasped his face in his hands which were still covered by his gauntlets. Keshhar then laid down on the bed without even bothering to take off his helmet or his makeshift mask.
The next morning Keshhar woke up with a yawn then he stood up and stretched his entire body including his tail before he wrapped it around his waist again he then walked out of the room "Thank you." Keshhar said to the innkeeper before walking out of the door and soon Keshhar made his way to the center of the town with no real plans just to wander around and maybe get his bearings. Most of the morning went on pretty uneventful that is until Keshhar saw a group of many girls clambering around a someone who they called "Salamander" Keshhar was very confused as he'd never heard of this person and soon pushed his way to the front of the crowd only to see a man with short dark blue hair, and a strange brown tattoo on his forehead above his eye, the man wore a blue cape with symbols of some kind that Keshhar couldn't recognise on the sides, and a white shirt under that
Soon after the person with the pink hair showed up again "Igneel! Igneel! It's me!" The person with the pink hair shouted as he pushed through the crowd. "Who the heck are you?" The person with the pink hair asked. Suddenly the mob of women attacked him and started beating him senseless "Now, now everybody calm down." The man with the cape said. He then pulled out a marker and paper and wrote the word 'Salamander' on said paper "Here, now you can brag to all your friends." The man said. "But I have no idea who you are." The person with the pink hair said. But Keshhar wasn't paying attention to any of that at the moment he was focusing on the rings that the man was wearing on his left hand; one bore the image of a heart, and the other of a crescent moon. Keshhar had seen magic rings before and could tell that was exactly what those were but he'd never seen magic like that, the man suddenly summoned a spiral of purple flames under his feet "I'm throwing a party on my yacht tonight and you're all invited." The man said as he flew off. "Something isn't right about that man..." Keshhar thought to himself.
Keshhar decided that night that he'd be sneaking on to whatever party this man was planning to see what was going on. Night came sooner than expected and Keshhar managed to sneak on to this man's boat with relative ease, as a khajiit he had a natural gift for sneaking and he had to take down a few men but it was rather easy to do.
"These men don't look like party servants they look a lot like pirates." Keshhar thought to himself as he snuck around under the bottom of the ship. Until he noticed a strange smell in the room where drinks were stored, he recognized the smell, it was a potion that forced those who drank it into a very deep sleep. Keshhar's eyes widened and he quickly moved above deck where he was horrified to see many men not unlike the ones he had left in the lower decks each carrying at least two unconscious women who were dressed in very fancy attire for the night and what was worse he saw a blonde girl also around his age saying that the man who had organized this whole event was "the worst wizard alive" and Keshhar could feel himself reaching for his axe but instead of just slicing through these people like paper as he had originally planned he quickly thought of something better to do to get close to the bastard who organized this "Feim zii gron." Keshhar whispered which caused his body to become intangible and nearly invisible, though he could still walk on solid ground he then passed through the crowd of people with ease and stopped next to the man who started this whole thing right as his body became solid again, upon seeing Keshhar standing next to him the man jumped and almost fell right on his ass "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" The man demanded. Keshhar didn't reply, he simply reached for his axe and readied his shield then when the crew moved in the boy with the pink hair slammed in through the ceiling "Natsu!" The blonde girl shouted. Keshhar was surprised that the person made it out there but what surprised him more was when he saw the blue cat from earlier who had sprouted wings "Oh hey Lucy." The blue cat said directed at the blonde girl. But his attention quickly shifted from that to seeing the boy with the pink hair (who he figured out was named Natsu) kneeling and looking very sick Keshhar shrugged as he saw the cat pick up the newly dubbed Lucy with his tail and fly her away as considering what he'd done in his life it wasn't the strangest thing he'd seen. The men moved in on Keshhar but he was able to send them to the ground with ease, without killing any of them while the others kicked and beat up Natsu for a while until he blocked one of their hits "Fairy tail..." Natsu said. Keshhar glanced back at him which resulted in Keshhar taking a punch to the jaw but soon after they felt the ship rock and literally be thrown into port, Keshhar along with several of the crew were sent flying from the boat, and the party guests were also seen getting away Keshhar then stood up and saw Natsu stand up from the wreckage of the ship "So you claim to be a member of the Fairy Tail guild?" Natsu asked. Two men were sent to attack Natsu but Natsu sent them flying with ease and showed a red mark on his shoulder "My name is Natsu, I'm a Fairy Tail wizard and I've never seen you before!" Natsu shouted. Keshhar looked at Natsu very impressed as earlier Natsu could barely move from his motion sickness. "That mark on his arm, he's the real deal Bora." One of the crew said visibly scared. "Don't call me that, idiot." The newly dubbed Bora said. "I don't know what your aim in this is man, and I don't care if you're a good guy, bad guy or what. I won't let you dirty the Fairy Tail guild's name." Natsu said angrily. "So what are you gonna stop me or something?" Bora asked. "Prominence Typhoon!!" Bora shouted as several streams of fire shot from him and right at Natsu. Keshhar started to run toward Natsu in an attempt to save him but before he took even two steps he stopped and looked at the fire stunned "Ugh.. this is so gross, are you sure you're really a fire wizard because these are the nastiest flames I've ever tasted." Natsu said as he seemed to be eating the fire some how. "By the nine!" Keshhar shouted. Keshhar had seen walking skeletons, giants, demon soldiers attempting to kill him, people conjuring living things out of thin air and even faced against dragons but this officially took the title of strangest thing he had ever seen. Keshhar snapped out of his trance and turned back to the fight, putting his axe away and choosing to do this with his hands "WULD NAH KEST!!!" Keshhar shouted as he flew across where the crew was behind Bora and knocked many of them down with ease and the rest went down from an explosion Natsu set off but Bora stood above another flaming spire "Hey Bora, I swear I've seen this kid before, the pink hair and the scaly looking scarf he's gotta be the real one." One of the crew said. "Salamander??" Keshhar heard Lucy say in astonishment. "What about this other guy?" Someone else asked. "I don't know who or what he is." The crew member from before said. Bora didn't reply he simply shot one blast of fire at Natsu and another at Keshhar, Keshhar put up a ward which blocked the attack easily without even scratching his armor while Natsu simply caught the blast and ate it Keshhar didn't listen to Natsu's comment about it all he did was scale a building in the span of a couple seconds then leap up toward Bora "IIZ SLEN NUS!!" Keshhar shouted which sent what seemed to be a wall of freezing cold air, colder than the peaks of the highest mountains, which caused Bora to be frozen in place then Natsu came in and without warning sent a flaming fist right into Bora's face which shattering the ice that encased his body and sending Bora flying into a clock tower, while it was good that Bora had now been defeated the entire the port of the city they were in had all but been reduced to flaming rubble, Keshhar saw Natsu and Lucy running away from the army of guards that was coming toward them quickly and, following his instincts, he followed and caught up with them quickly "Who are you anyway?" Natsu asked while running. "Name's Keshhar." Keshhar replied smiling behind the cloth that covered his face.