Welcome to "The Dragon Of Another World",a crossover between Elders Scrolls:Skyrim and Game Of Thrones.
I will warn you now,i have no idea where the fuck i am going with this,well i have a small,i just don't have the endgoal insight yet.
But a few things are certain,there will Blood,there will be Slaughter,there will be Dragons,there will be Gods but most of all.
Valar Morghulis.
Chapter 1
Marcus Aritheos
Somewhere in a greenfield
"Ahhh,fuck me." A man in daedric armor said as he laid in the middle of a crater
"Where in the name of Oblivion am i?" Said the man as he stood realising he had no idea where he was
He searched around for his sword,a Blade sword.
He found it a couple of meters away from him and returned it to its scabbard.
"Ohhh what the-"
A strong headache took over.
"And so the First Dragonborn meets the Last Dragonborn at the summit of Apocrypha."
"No doubt just as Hermaeus Mora intended."
"He is a fickle master,you know."
"Miraak,yes thats right,i was fighting,but then how-ahhhhhhhh."
"It appears we have an audience First."
"Mora no doubt."
The First checked a wound inflicted upon him by the Last.
"On the offset that i lose to you,do not spare me."
"What kind of joke is that,when i kill you i don't have any intention of becoming Moras pet."
"Hmm,in a world without Dragons we might have been friends."
"I doubt that,but one could hope."
"Ahhhh."
"Ahh,it would appear my end is near." The First said as his wounds forced him to kneel
"Don't say that,i myself ain't doing so good." The Last said as he approached the First limping.
"You doing good enough to kill me,so don't be a craven now and do it."
"Me a craven?" The Last said as he raised his sword
"I am quite the opposite,thank you."
"Stop now."
The Last smiled under his hemlet.
"Sorry Mora,i am not your pet." With that the Last decapitated the First
A surge of power flowed from the First to the Last.
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"So that is how i ended up here."
"Where exactly is here."
"Never the less."
"ODAHVIING."
The Last called his dragon friend.
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"ODAHVIING."
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"What in Oblivion,at least give a response."
"Well then."
"DURNE-"
He stopped mid-shouting when he heard horses approaching.
"Ahh,lets see where i have got myself into."
The horses he heard appeared from behind a hill.
There were at least a dozen of men that carryied flags of a stag and others of a lion.
"Who the fuck?"
There were several men that wore white cloaks and another who appeared to be wearing a crown.
Their Lord i suppose.
He was completly surrounded,finally one of the men on horseback came close.
However he also brought the spear he was carrying close to the face of the Last.
"You do know that if the horse kicks you may kill me." The Last said to the man
"Who are you?" Said one of the whitecloaks
"My question exactly,but to answer yours,my name is Marcus."
"Well then Marcus,remove whatever hemlet you are wearing and kneel before Robert of the House Baratheon,the First of His Name,King of the Andals and the First Men,Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm."
Those are a lot of titles.
Marcus looked around to see that some of the men looked scared or were shaking.
The man that was holding the spear a few inches from his face was sweating.
I am pretty intimidating in this armor.
"If your soldier would like to give some distance."
The soldier looked to the crowned man on horseback,the man nodded.
Marcus removed his hemlet and kneeled
Marcus heard gasps and swords being removed from their scabbard.
He removed his sword aswell.
"What is your problem,i kneeled."
"Shut up you Targaryen bastard." One of the whitecloaks said
"A what?"
"Oi you fucking idiots,who told you to pull out your swords!"
"But your Grace-"
"But nothing,the man has white hair but that doesn't make him a Targaryen."
I have what?
"But the Targaryens-"
"Don't appear out of nowhere near a crater."
"You there."
"Yes." Marcus responded
"Do you know what a Targaryen is?"
"No,neither i know what that man said about Andals nor Seven Kingdoms nor any House Baratheon."
"Lies your Grace." The Whitecloak
"Think you fool,the peasants say they show something falling from the sky."
"I am telling the truth."
"Shut up you bastard." Another whitecloak said as he spited towards Marcus
You are lucky i don't want to cause trouble.
What did he meant by 'white' hair .
Marcus brought his sword up so he can see his reflection
What in oblivion happened to me?
He made sure not to show his surprise.
The small reflection on his sword was enough to show the words of that man true.
I'll worry about it later.
"Oi,are you listening to me?"
"Ahh,excuse me,i must have spaced out."
"At any rate,you don't know where you are do you?"
"No i don't."
"I address your King correctly."
"I WOULD IF I KNEW WHERE I WAS YOU BLOODY IDIOT."
"I SOMEHOW FIND MYSELF IN A PLACE OF WHICH I HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE OF."
"AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO DEMAND ME TO FOLLOW COURTESY."
Marcus coughed,the man was lucky he had decided to tell that in the mortal tongue and not the dragon.
"Forgive my temper,i just have no idea where i am."
"You are at westeros." A whitecloak that unlike the rest didn't wear a hemlet said to him
The man also appeared to be old,probably a veteran.
"And the questions keep on coming."
"How about we take this back to the keep,i don't think we can have conversation here." The King said
"And the assistance of book would be welcomed."
"We don't have a spare horse your Grace." The veteran whitecloak said
"I can walk."
The 'walk' took around 4 hours.
4 hours it took them to reach the 'keep',they talked about.
"A red keep."
"That is how it earned its name."
"I would suggest you wear that hemlet of yours." The veteran whitecloak said
Marcus did not comment,he simply took the advise.
The outside seemed like a prosperous city.
Once inside,Marcus figured it was a prosperous city,was,but was probably a long time ago at least.
Marcus noticed that a lot of people looked strangely at him,no suprise there given his armor.
"You call this shithole a capital." Marcus commented as he walked through the streets along with the Royal escort
"I'm afraid yes."
"How come you spoke your mind,i can have you killed for that you know."
"I'll be honest,death might be mercy for me right now."
"Hmph,i like you."
They reached the main keep.
At least one part of the city is still good looking.
At the stairs of the keep there was a group of people that seemed important.
Another whitecloak that didn't wear a hemlet and was a blond.
A blonde woman and 2 blonde boys and a blonde girl that seemed to be royalty.
Along with what seemed to be the royal court.
"You have returned my King."
"My Queen."
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"What are you all buggers looking,let's get moving."
Ohh i like this King.
Marcus followed the King to a room where the 'small council' took place.
Marcus didn't know if the meeting was called like or the council that assembled at.
Either way he found himself standing next to the King while the others were seated.
The King coughed.
"What you will see now must not leave the keep."
"What will we see exactly your Grace."
"I'm not sure Ned."
"Remove your helmet."
Marcus obeyed.
"A Targaryen!" An old man with some short of chain with rings along his neck said
"Why do everyone i meet today calls me that."
"You claim you are not." The man the King called Ned said
"Yes,if it is a last name you want i'll give it to you,my name is Marcus Aritheos,i not a Targaryen nor some lords bastard."
"So now excuse me if i am rude but,i would like to know what is a Targaryen that you seem to be so fond of calling me at first sight."
"You don't know what the Targaryens are?" A bald man asked
"No i don't."
"Infact i have no idea where the fuck i am."
"Varys." The king said to the old man
"He is either telling the truth or he is a very good liar,or worse he might even believe his lie." "Varys said
"I'm right here."
"My little birds will see if he is telling us the truth."
"Good,till then you are under house arrest." The King said
"House arrest meaning?"
"You'll be kept from leaving the city." 'Ned' said
"I don't really have anywhere else to go,given i don't even know where i am."
"Have i told you that i don't know where i am?" Marcus said sarcastically
"We will see you keep to that notion." The old man with the chain said
"Notion..."
"You know i'll just leave you to decide what to do with me,but in the mean time,i would like some cloths,can't really sleep in this armor or walk around a royal keep."
"I'll have something prepared." Ned said
Chapter 1 people.
Like i stated in the beginning,i don't have an endgoal at my sight,however i do know the road i will follow.
Meaning that where the road goes,the story goes.
Note to self:STOP USING BLOODY METAPHORS