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Dragonborn of marvel
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Chapter 1: A New Destiny
Throat of the World
It was a cold winter day in skyrim, the mammoths were roaring in the distance, dragons could be seen circling the peak of the mountain for one specific purpose, the passing of the dragonborn.
It was a sad day for all of skyrim, the dragonborn may be the hero of tamriel but he was still a mortal man and his time had come.
The dragonborn now a withered old man in a grand coffin barely able to lift his axe and his breathing getting harder and harder, he knew he was passing and he was alright with it.
Surrounding the dying dragonborn were his family, friends and companions, his 7 children, his 12 grandchildren, his wife who was just as old as him but was still going strong, his companions who fought along side him, And the many friends he has made over his lifetime.
The dragonborn has done many things through his life, ended the civil war, defeated alduin, defeated the volkihar vampire clan, banished miraak, pushed the thalmor out of skyrim entirely, traveled all across tamriel and fought every monster, bandit, beast, dragon below and above it, traveled to akavir challenged tosh raka and killed him, saved akavir.
And over the years he has learned a multitude of talents and skills, collected legendary daedric and godly weapons. Befriended gods, beasts, and dragons.
So the dragonborn has lead a fulfilling and adventurous life with no regrets, and was ready for Sovngard.
"are you comfortable my dear" his wife whispered to him, smiling softly and holding hand.
"im alright my love" he said, as his oldest daughter stepped up and said "father I wish to thank you for everything you have done for all of us..and..and.." a few tears were spilling from his daughter's eyes as she was trying her best to remain stoic.
The dragonborn brought his daughter's head close to his own and whispered " be bold and brave my child, and never forget yourself live your life to the fullest extent never let anyone hold you back and watch over your siblings my brave little girl"
"yes father" his daughter returned to her position, just then his grandchildren all swarmed over him and cried "grandfather please don't go" "we'll miss you grandfather" "I'll train and become the greatest swordsman in all of tamriel and make you proud grandfather".
The dragonborn smiled and let out a soft chuckle "don't cry for this old man young ones, you have a bright future all of you and be brave my children" he said with a smile.
As his family parted from him his oldest friend came up to him an old dark furred khajit named inigo.
"heh heh inigo suppose this is the last time we will talk old friend" Inigo said with a small smirk "inigo think it was truly an honor to fight by your side my friend" he said with a small salute.
"Watch over my family Inigo, protect them when I am gone this is my last favor from you".
"I will old friend" Inigo smiled and stepped down
Serana came up to the dragonborn and smiled "i guess you're refusing my offer of becoming a vampire huh?" serana chuckled a little.
The Dragonborn smiled and said " call me a coward if you wish but I already made my choice" serana rolled her eyes and said goodbye
The dragonborns eyes were getting heavy his breathing slowing down.
It was time
"thank you everybody" he said and became motionless his breathing ceased.
Horns were blown, dragons roared, and his family, companions, friends all wept softly.
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Not yet….not yet…
You have done well my child but another world needs you for they will soon face a threat only you can stop my child
Now go and save them my son.
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All the dragonborn could see was darkness and more darkness he could feel himself freezing in the ever shifting void of oblivion he…..wait…feel?.
How was this possible he should be dead he shouldn't feel a thing, the dragonborn could feel his eyes stir and open slowly.
"what in the nine divines" he whispered, slowly got up and rubbed his head and getting rid of his dizziness.
When he fully opened his eyes what he saw was a frozen wasteland all across everywhere he looked. Not a single speck of life or a sight of civilization, when he looked up he saw a strangely dark sky with something illuminating in the distance.
When he fully stood up he noticed he was wearing a simple leather rags, wanting to change out of his current attire the dragonborn attempted to summon a portal to oblivion where he pretty much hoards everything he collects, a neat little trick taught to him by nocturnal.
At first the connection to oblivion was faint and weak like a flickering candle light, after a bit of focus he was able to open a portal to oblivion.
From there he equipped himself with a standard set of ebony armor with an ebony war axe and a few pouches full of potions.
As he checked his equipment the sound of battle could be heard nearby with swords clashing, arrows flying and maces smashing.
As he quickly made his way up a snowy slope he could see warriors dressed in armor battling giants made of ice, and struggling by the looks of it.
Deciding to aid the warriors he quickly made his way to them and activated his thu'um.
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Moments earlier
"taste my mace you beast" a warrior smashed his weapon on a giants head shattering it.
As the giant fell the warriors features could be seen, he had a long fu Manchu beard and his hair tied in a neat bun wearing a heavy set of black armor and a fur cape hanging off his back.
This warrior was Hogun the Grim one of the most steadfast defenders of Asgard.
"HA" a rapier was pierced into a giants eye and killing it "taste my blade you curr" a warrior shouted.
This warrior had a very gentlemanly aura about him, his blond hair was very neatly fixed and he had a very stylish gold colored armor, his rapier had a very ornate design, his green cape fluttering in the cold wind.
This was Fandral the Dashing another great warrior of Asgard.
Behind Fandral a giant raised his giant frost sword and tried to strike, until an axe came flying forward and struck the giant's head killing it.
As the axe landed it was picked up by a warrior wearing a set of brown armor, he had a long brown beard, and an all around powerful feel to him.
This was Volstagg the Voluminous, one the oldest and the strongest of Asgardians.
Together these three formed the Warriors Three, the mighty defenders of Asgard.
"haaaaa…they just won't quit will they?" Fandral said through sigh.
"hold fast Fandral we cannot let these giants pass us" Volstagg said as he removed his axe from a giants corpse.
"hahahaha I could fight these fools all day" Hogun bellowed and smashed another giants head.
As the warriors where conversing
Wuld Nah Kest
A sudden powerful shout could be heard by all and a quick black blur passed a giant bisecting it.
Yol Toor Shul
A wave of fire washed over a group of giants melting them to a puddle and then turned to steam.
" who or… What was that?" Fandral asked
The black blur landed and charged the nearest giant shattering it's legs and then cutting off it's head.
" well whoever this warrior is he seems to be on our side" Volstagg said.
The battle continued and wave after wave of giants fell to the warriors.
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After the Battle…
"so… care to enlighten us on who you are warrior" Fandral asked in a curious tone.
The black armored warrior cleaned his war axe from jotun leftovers, and turned to the Asgardians.
Removing his helmet his features could be seen, the warrior possessed brightly colored orange hair tied in braids, a nicely trimmed goatee on his face, a claw scar on his left eye, a blue symbol tattoo on his cheek, his skin was quite nicely tanned, (from the times spent in hammerfell), his eyes were slightly glowing red.
He smiled and said "call me the dragonborn"
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(insert dragonborn theme)
Cue credits.
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