My name, is Fange. Many years ago, I was taken prisoner in Skyrim. I was destined for the executioners block... then the Nine intervened. Alduin, the World Eater rained fiery destruction upon the village of Helgan. I narrowly escaped, and warned the Jarl of Whiterun of the destruction that was to come. It wasn't long that I learned who I was... Dovahkiin, in the tongue of mortals, Dragonborn. A mortal bestowed with the soul of Akatosh's sons, to slay his wayward children. To make things worse there was a civil war raging in Skyrim, between the Stormcloaks of Jarl Ulfric of Windhelm, and the Imperial Legion led by General Tullius. So I did as all adventures do in Tamriel. I went up and down the country, doing my share of deeds both for good and for ill. For Jarl's, Daedric Princes, and for the common folk of Skyrim. Through ancient forgotten ruins of Skyrim's forefathers, the abandoned cities of the Dwarves, and though caverns and the wilds and the back alleys of Skyrim's great cities. I have slain monsters of all shapes and sizes, Vampire Lords, Bandit's, bear... my gods those bears... some were even worse then the Dragons I faced.
Anyone, over the course of my adventures I learned more about my powers as Dragonborn, my command over the shouts, and reestablished the Blades that once served the Septim Emperor's... though at some point I had to strong-arm them into obedience, but that isn't my story. The time came when I faced Alduin himself in Sovengarde, it was a hard fought battle... but I won, though I did not claim the wayward dragons soul. I sought to make a new home for myself, as I had ammased great wealth and fame... even tried to start a family. But alas, the call to adventure never left me alone. A reneged Dragonborn from ages past, the threat of Vampires taking up arms in the name of a poorly understood prophesy... and of course the Civil War... ...what happened with the Civil War...?
"Where are the Thalmor? And the Greybeards?" I asked, my anger boiling inside of me. "They, the Blades, and our subordinates must have pushed the Thalmor out of High Hrothgar... and I can't feel my legs." Tulius said. "That... that I think is that big rock on your legs." Ulfric said sardonically. I ran outside, and saw as the Blades, Greybeards, Imperials and Stormcloak's held back the Thalmor armies that were marching up the mountain. "Galmar! I got two in one swing!" Legate Rikke shouted. "I already got seventeen!" Galmar Stone-Fist said as he knocked a number of Thalmor soildiers off the mountain side. "Make that twenty-one!"
"WHAT?! I will not have some illiterate traitor outscoring me!" Rikke said as she charged into a line of Thalmor soldiers. "How dare you! I can read!" Galmar said indignantly. "Dragonborn! Thank Kyne your still alive! These foolish Elves have dared to desecrate High Hrothgar!" Arngeir said in a rare show of anger. "What has happened... why is this happening, why aren't any of you trying to kill each other?" I asked, not remembering the proper circumstances of how this whole thing of a peace treaty between the Stormcloaks and the Legion came about. "You made us see reason, with Alduin vanquished you convinced us all that our enemy was the Thalmor and there Dominion. And again, I must thank you for sparing Paarthurnax, and convincing the Blades that his death is unnecessary." Arngeir said. "LOOK OUT!" I shouted as I raised by shield and protected him from a volley of arrows from the Thalmor.
"Where... where is Esbern and Delphina?" I asked. "They are at the front beside the other warriors. Though I cannot say for certain what they are doing." Arngeir said in uncertainty, and even though our side was holding there ground. The Thalmor outnumbered them, so... I thought to call in some help so I raised my head up to the sky, and shouted. "ODAHVIING, DURNEHVIIR." I shouted, calling for the two Dragons at my command. One a former servant of Alduin himself, the other a foolish but kind Dragon that was a master of necromancy. And chaos did they cause as not only did two Dragons join the fray. But one of them summoned undead creatures to add to the melee. It was then that I saw her... Elenwen. The leader of the Thalmor in Skyrim. She was fighting against Delphina and Esbern. Holding her own against the seasoned Blades. I ran to help them. "MID VUR SHAAN." I shouted, granting my allies greater strength for the fight. But for Esbern and Delphina... it wasn't enough. I wasn't fast enough. Delphina lost her arm in one quick sword slice, and Esbern was frozen with a paralysis spell. "I've waited thirty long years to get my hands on you old human." Elenwen said condescendingly at Esbern as she mounted her horse, and rode off with him.
"NO! KILL THEM ALL! LEAVE NO SURVIVORS!" I shouted in rage, though I imagine that my allies would be inclined to kill them all regardless of an order. With Odahviing and Durnehviir holding up the rear. The only option we gave the High Elf soldiers was to either die in battle, or attempt to escape by jumping off the mountain. It was a ruthless battle, but we won... though not with great loss. Esbern was captured, High Hrothgar was heavily damaged, and Ulfric and Tulius were dead, succumbing to there injuries. I had gone to the Throat of the World, the very peak of the mountain to speak with Paarthurnax. "Drem yol lok Dovahkiin. What brings you back to my strunmah? My mountain?" Paarthurnax asked of me. "Something strange has happened. I somehow united the Stormcloaks, the Imperial Legion, the Blades, and the Greybeards. But I don't remember any of this happening." I said. "Hmm... I know this. Tiid-Ahraan. A Dragon Break has occurred. All possible dez ahrk daan have become as one in Skyrim." Paarthurnax said. "What? How did this happen?" I asked. "Krosis, I do not know. Perhaps it came about when you slew Alduin in Sovengard." Paarthrunax said, though I don't understand why he would feel that he needed to remind me of things I do know. "But what does this mean, what should I do?" I asked. "Hm... the Thalmor have desecrated Jorgan Windcallers legacy, and have sought to spill mortal blood where it is forbidden by ancient law to spill it. This drah must not go unpunished." Paarthurnax said.
"But how? Even as Dragonborn, and will my experiences I'm still just one man." I said. "Hmm... do you know of the Ballad of Inviiktuz?" Paarthurnax asked. "No... who is he?" I asked, Paarthurnax snorted. "What do you joor learn below? Inviiktuz was the third born of Bormahu, of Akatosh. At the height of Alduin's cruelty, he pitted the abused joor, and challenged Alduin's rule... and failed. He was cast into Oblivon, into the Ashpit of Malacath." Paarthurnax explained. "Why would you tell me this?" I asked. "My goraan zeymah, young brother was a passionate soul. While the blood of dovah, of domination ran through his veins as it does mine. He also cared for those who fought by his side, giving of himself to ensure victory. He was also well loved by our zeymah. He will be able to unite the dovah's who refuse to submit to my authority. It is a gut hind, but vain hope maybe enough to strike low your enemies." Paarthurnax said. "But how would I even get into Malacath's realm?" I asked. "The passages of Oblivion are not bared from fin Kul do Bormahu. Now, would you wish to go to the Ashpit now? Or would you wait?" Paarthurnax asked.
On the one hand, there's no telling what I would have to face in the Ashpit if I went. Would this Inviiktuz even follow me? On the otherhand, if the Thalmor were willing to brazenly attack High Hrothgar just to ensure that a peace couldn't be forged, what's to say they won't attempt to invade Skyrim itself. To finish what they started in the Great War? Besides, it's the only way I can think to save Esbern before Elenwen and the Thalmor do anything to him. "Paarthurnax. Send me to the Ashpit!" I said. "Very well, may Talos and Akatosh protect you. Now, let me impart my knowledge so that you might return with my brother." Paarthurnax said as he did that... soul transference thing that the Greybeards did to help with my initial training. I don't understand how that works to be honest. "Now... NAHL WUNDUN OBLIVION!" Paarthurnax shouted, and I found myself in Oblivion... and then I remembered something about the Ashpit I really should have taken into account before I agreed to this. There's nothing in this plain of Oblivion but dust, smoke and ash... and literally nothing else, except for the deranged creatures that nobody on Nirn really knows about.
So I was falling amidst babbling monsters and ash, barely able to breath. That was when I saw him... Inviiktuz. "Hold fast little jool! I come!" He said as he swooped down and grasped me in his mouth. I'll say this much, I've seen and done great and strange things... but be saved from an eternity of falling by an exiled Dragon in Oblivion... up till now that wasn't a thing I've ever done.
