Man I just can't help myself. I mean I know I'm having trouble keeping up with my other fanfics, but I just keep coming up with these ideas. Well weather it's good or not is up to you guys.
Well enough talking lets get this story started. I'm already eager to see Ragna kill some dragons. Here we go! Chapter 1 of 'Ragna The Dragonborn!' Btw this is after Central Fiction.
'Well. I guess this is it.' Ragna thought as he passed threw the Gate. It was a long journey for the Grim Reaper. He fought and killed a lot of people in his quest, but he had done it. He saved Saya, killed Terumi, and saved the world in the process. And all it cost was his existence. No big deal. Now at last. He can rest.
That is that's what he thought, but the Gate had other ideas.
"What the hell?!" The reaper cursed as a blinding bright light consumed him. Ragna found himself lying on the ground. It was night time by the look of it.
He sat up to look around. He was clearly in a forest since there was nothing, but trees. "Where the hell am I?" He asked nobody as he stood up and brushed himself off.
He wobbled a little as his vision got blurry. "Uh man. I feel like Kagura after a night of drinking." Suddenly he heard a rustling noise. He placed his hand on Blood-Scythes hilt ready to draw it at a moments notice.
Just then a rabbit leapt out of a nearby bush. It took one look at him and bolted. Ragna let out a sigh. "...Wait a minute." He pulled out his blade and looked at it.
'Blood-Scythe? But how? I left it behind. I know I did.' While he was pondering this he heard another noise, but this time it sounded like fighting. Creeping as quietly as he could he made his way to the source of the sound.
Sure enough there was a battle on an old looking stone road. One side had light looking armor with blue stripes and big helmets. Some of them were holding shields with a bear painted on them.
The other side had leather armor with some red mixed in it. 'Wonder what this is about?' The Reaper thought. While he was deciding if he should jump into the fight or not he failed to hear the sound of someone running at him.
He turned his head just as a shield made contact with his face. Then all he could see was darkness.
As Ragna started to stir his head started throbbing in pain. 'Dammit. Like Kagura.' He thought to himself. As his vision started to focus he found himself in a wagon with a few other men.
There was another wagon in front of there's and one behind them to. Ragna realized immediately that his hands were bound, but he could break them easily. He also realized that Blood-Scythe was missing. He'll have to find that later.
"Hey you. Man with the strange clothes." Came a gruff voice. Ragna turned to the source and saw one of the soldiers that were fighting last night. Or was it the night before?
"You got caught in that imperial ambush too weren't you?"
'Imperials? Were those the guys they were fighting last night?' Ragna thought. After a few seconds he finally answered. "Yeah I guess you can say that."
"Hm. So your just like that horse thief over there. At the wrong place at the wrong time." Ragna turned his head to see another man bound. This one in old rags.
"You damn Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine before you should up. The empire was nice and lazy." The horse thief complained.
"Stormcloaks? Is that what you are?" Ragna asked the soldier guy. The Stormcloak gave him a puzzled look.
"Don't you know anything that's going on here?" The Stormcloak asked. Ragna simple shrugged.
"Kind of got here recently so I'm a little behind on news." The Stormcloak simple stared at him for a few seconds.
"Well my oddly dressed friend. You are currently in the province of Skyrim. Home to my people the Nords. We are in the midst of a war to free ourselves from the weak and corrupt empire who are no more then puppets to the Thalmor dogs."
'Thalmor?'
"Quiet back there." The driver shouted. Is was at that moment the horse Thief noticed the man next to Ragna. He wore fancy looking clothe and was gaged.
"Hey. What's his problem anyway." The horse thief asked. The Stormcloak soldier looked at him angrily.
"Watch you tongue! You are speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak! The true high king!" The soldier yelled. The horse thief looked in horror.
"The Jarl of Windhelm? Your the leader of the rebellion, but if they've captured you then...Devines where are they taking us?!" It was at this moment that Ragna saw the entrance to a town up ahead.
"I don't know, but where ever it is Sovngarde awaits." The soldier said as he saw the gate.
"No! This can't be happening!"
"What village are you from horse thief?" The soldier asked with sympathy.
"Why do you care?"
"A Nords last thoughts should be of home." The horse thief looked at the man with a sadden expression.
"Rorikstead I-I'm from Rorikstead."
"General Tullius sir! The headsmen is waiting!" One of the imperial soldiers shouted. The horse thief got paler.
"Good. Lets get this over with." Came another voice from behind the walls.
"Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh! Devines please help me!" As they entered the gate Ragna could see houses made out of straw and stone. It was a nice little town. Though maybe not nice enough to die in.
As the wagon pulled forward Ragna caught a glimpse of a well dress man. Probably that Tullius guy. He was talking with a couple of guys in black hooded clothes.
"Look at him. General Tullius the military governor!" The Stormcloak said in disgust when he saw the general. "And it looks like the Thalmor are with him.
Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this."
'So those are the Thalmor huh?' Ragna thought as they drove past them out of sight. 'They do look like pricks...wait. Did he say elves? As in pointy ears and stuff?
That settles it. I'm in a different world all together. Great.' As he was processing the fact he was in a 'fantasy land' the Stormcloak had a realization.
"This is Helgan." He said snapping Ragna from his thoughts. "I used to be sweet on a girl from here. Wonder if velad is still making that mead with Juniper berries mixed in? Funny. When I was a boy imperial walls and towers made me feel so safe." Ragna looked at the guy with a neutral expression. He didn't know about feeling safe, but he did know about feeling oppress and wanting to be free.
Suddenly the wagon began slowing down before stopping altogether.
"W-why are we stopping?" The horse thief ask in a shaky voice.
"Why do you think?" The Stormcloak said in a somber voice. "End of the line."
"Get these men off the carts now!" A loud female voice shouted.
"Come on lets go. Don't want to keep the imperials waiting." As they got up to leave the wagon the horse thief was trying desperately to convince them to let him go.
"No where not rebels!"
"Face your death with courage thief." The soldier said with pride. As they hopped off the wagon they stood in front of an imperial soldier. One of them was holding a book and pin. Another one was a woman wearing heavy looking armor.
Ragna knew right away she was the one who told them to get off the wagon.
"Step to the block when you name is called! One at a time!" She called. The Stormcloak soldier let out an annoyed sigh.
"Empire love there damned lists." He complained.
"Ulfric Stormcloak. Jarl of Windhelm." One of the imperials said. Ulfric marched over to the block with his head held high.
"It has been an honor Jarl Ulfric." The Stormcloak guy said.
"Ralof of Riverwood." The imperial said again. The Stormcloak now know as Ralof walked over to the block. "Lokir of Rorikstead."
"No! I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" The thief Lokir cried out as he tried to make a run for it.
"Halt!" The imperial woman shouted as Lokir ran passed her.
"Your not going to kill me!"
"Archers!" A couple of men with bows and arrows fired at the horse thief. He cried out in pain before collapsing to the ground. He didn't move.
"Anyone else feel like running?!" The officer challenged the other prisoners. It was at this moment Ragna realized he didn't like the woman.
"Wait. You there." The imperial said To Ragna who turned to look at him. "Step forward." Ragna rolled his eyes as he humored the soldier and stepped forward. "Who are you?"
Ragna didn't respond. He just stood there glaring at the body of the horse thief. "What's your name?" the imperial asked again." Ragna continued to ignore him. At this point all eyes were on him.
"Hadvar. What's the hold up?" The woman officer asked as she approached the imperial Hadvar.
"Legate Rikke. This prisoner seems different from the other ones. I'm asking for his name, but he refuses to-" Hardvar was saying before being interrupted.
"Where's my sword?" Ragna asked. The two imperials looked at one another then back to him.
"I beg your pardon?" Hadvar asked.
"My sword. I had it with me when you guys knocked me out. It's big and one of a kind."
"What are you talking about?" Rikke asked annoyed.
"I think he means this Legate." An imperial said as he and three others brought Blood-Scythe out adept struggling to do so. As they set it down everyone looked at the strange blade.
"He had it on him when I knocked him out. It took four of us just to carry it. The Thalmor said they wanted to study it." At the mention of the Thalmor everyone got a disgusted look on there faces. And I mean everyone.
"So your the asshole that blind sided me." Ragna said getting everyone's attention on him again. "Good. I was hoping to get a little payback." The imperial backed away in fear.
Suddenly Ragna felt a blade press against his throat. He turned and glared at that Rikke woman.
"Listen here you." She said in a threatening tone. "If you threaten my men then I'll cut you down right here and now. Your already about to be executed. So keep your mouth shut and you can live for a few more seconds."
The two glared at each other for a couple of seconds. Suddenly Ragna let out a chuckle causing Rikke to raise a brow.
"Lady I don't make threats. I make promises. And here's another one." Ragna stepped forward a bit causing the sword to cut his throat just enough to draw blood. Legate Rikke stepped back a bit in surprise.
"I'm going to break these bonds and when I do I'm going to introduce you to the ground. And while your down there taking a nap I'm going to take my sword back and walk out the front gate.
And if any of your men try to stop me...Then I'll show them why they called me 'Ragna the Bloodedge' back were I'm from." There was silence for a few seconds before Ralof let out a laugh.
"Lads! We are in the presence of a true warrior!" He shouted. The other Stormcloaks let out a cheer and started chanting Ragnas name. While the imperials were trying to quiet them down Rikke and Ragna glared at one another.
The latter of the two smirking.
"Legate Rikke he's not on the list. What should we do?" Hadvar asked.
"It doesn't matter." The officer said as she sheathed her sword. "He goes to the block to." Hadvar let out a sad sigh.
"Yes ma'am." He turned to Ragna. "I'm sorry. I'll make sure your given a warriors burial. It's the least I can do for your bravery." Ragna didn't reply. Instead he marched over and joined the other prisoners.
General Tullius who had been watching the scene play out approached The Jarl of Windhelm.
"Ulfric Stormcloak." The general said as he and the rebel leader glared at one another. "Some here in Helgen call you a hero, but a hero doesn't use the power of the voice to murder his high king and usurp his thrown."
'He used his what?' Ragna thought. He really needed to learn more about this world when he got out of here. The general continued.
"You started this war! Plunged Skyrim into chaos! Now the empire's going to put you down! And restore the piece!" Suddenly a strange noise resonated from nowhere. Everyone looked around trying to find the source of the noise.
"What was that?" One of the soldiers asked.
"It's nothing. Carry on."
"Yes General Tullius!" Rikke saluted. She turned to a woman who Ragna guessed was some priestess or something. "Give them there last rights."
As the priestess began giving there rights Ragna couldn't help, but wonder what that noise was. Or why it gave him a bad feeling.
"For the love of Talos! Shut up and lets get this over with!" A Stormcloak rebel said getting annoyed.
"Very well then." The priestess said clearly annoyed by the interruption. The Stormcloak approached the block.
"Come on I don't have all day!" The soldier complained. Rikke pushed him down to his knees before holding him down with her leg. The headsmen lifted his axe.
"My ancestors are watching me imperials. Can you say the same?" And those were his last words as the axe came down. The legate shoved the headless corpse aside.
"You imperial bastards!"
"Justice!"
Death to the Stormcloaks!" Those were the words that went up when the head came off.
"As fearless in death as he was in life." Ralof said as he mourned his fallen comrade.
"Next. The stranger in the red coat." Legate Rikke pointed to Ragna. suddenly that strange noise appeared again.
"There it is again. Did you hear that?" Hadvar asked his superior.
"I said next prisoner." Rikke said ignoring Hadvar. Hadvar turned to Ragna.
"To the block prisoner. Nice and easy." Ragna stepped to the block. He was ready to break the bonds on his hands.
'Not yet' he thought. When he got to the block Rikke forced him down harder the last prisoner. Ragna looked at the headsmen lift his axe.
'Now's a good time to-' "What the hell?!" Ragna cried as he saw something he couldn't believe. He saw it in books he read to his sister Saya when she was bedridden.
"What in Oblivion is that?!" One of the guards shouted.
"Centries what do you see?!" Rikke asked. Then the beast landed at the top of the tower. Everyone started in shock and horror. Ragna was still finding it hard to believe what he was seeing.
Then someone shouted it.
"Dragon!" And with that all hell broke loose. Archers were horridly grabbing there bows and arrows. While the towns folk began running. The prisoners took this chance to make a break for it.
Cutting there bonds then running to a nearby building. The dragon made a loud booming sound. Then the clouds began to swirl like a whirlpool. Burning rocks fell from the sky lighting everything they hit on fire.
Then the dragon started flying around breathing fire on poor helpless people. Ragna only stood there in shock. He couldn't believe he was really seeing a dragon.
"Bloodedge come on! This way!" Relof called to him snapping him out of his shocked state. He looked at him calling him over to him. Then he looked around at the other people.
Time moving slowly. The imperials fighting desperately to protect the civilians. A man holding his son in an attempt to protect him. The corpses that laid on the ground burning.
Ragna clutched his fist. Anger seeping out of him. All of it being focused on the dragon flying over head. With little effort he broke his bonds and rushed over to Blood-Scythe which lay abandoned on the ground.
He grabbed the blade and spun around. He glared at the dragon.
"DEAD SPIKE!" He shouted. And with these words time resumed normally. A black serpent like creature flew out of his blade and straight at the dragon. It's eyes widened when it saw a strange black beast flying at it.
The serpent coiled around the dragon. Biting at it. While the dragon fought back with a combination of fire and teeth. Ragna turned and looked at the people. They all stared at him in shock and fear.
"Why the hell are you still standing there?!" He shouted. "Get the hell out of here!" And with that he climbed up the side of the tower and landed at the top in a squatting position.
He stood up and watched as the dragon finished destroying his attack. "HEY YOU OVER SIZED LIZARD DOWN HERE!" His shout caught the beasts attention as it turned and looked at the man on the tower.
It seemed to realize that it was him that dared challenge it. "YOU HUNGRY?! WELL COME AND GET IT!" Ragna got into a stance. The beast roared as at charged him.
( cue Blazblue! Moonlight(Battle Theme))
The dragon flew around the tower breathing fire at the human, but Ragna rolled out of the way in time. Next the dragon flew straight at him blowing more fire as it flew over head.
Ragna ran towards it then slid under it barely dodging the fire. As the two passed one another Ragna brought Blood-Scythe up and made a large cut down it's mid section.
The flying beast let out a cry of pain. When Ragna got back onto his feet the dragon landed on the tower and tried to bite down on him. Ragna dodged and slashed at it.
At one point one if it's teeth grazed his left shoulder causing him to grunt in pain. When the dragon lunged to bite at him again Ragna pulled his right arm back and covered it in darkness.
"HELLS FANG!" He shouted as he punched the giant reptile in the face. The dragon started falling off the tower before flying away. Ragna looked around for the lizard, but it looked like it was gone.
Suddenly Ragna turned in time to see the dragon fly at him. It's mouth opened to snap him. Ragna brought his sword up in time as the beast clamped down on his blade.
The dragon flew off with the blade and Ragna in it's mouth.
(End music)
As the dragon flew off with him Ragna looked down at the ground far below him. He then proceeded to punch the dragon in the nose over and over again.
"Let go you oversized gecko!" He shouted as he punched it repeatedly. The dragon chuckled at Ragna's effort."...Wait. What?"
"You are quiet strong for a 'Jul' [man], but now you will die." Ragna noticed heat was coming from it's mouth. He realized it was about to breath fire. Thinking quickly he channeled energy into his right leg.
"GAUNTLET HADES!" He shouted as he drove his foot into the dragons chin. The dragon released the sword before the fire came out. Ragna fell to the ground. He shifted so he would land on his feet.
When he landed it left a small crater. As Ragna stood he glare at the dragon which just flew there glaring back at him. There eyes watching each other. After a couple of minutes the dragon let out one last roar before flying off.
When the dragon flew out of sight Ragna let out a sigh and sheathed his blade. He turned to were he came from. Smoke billowed from the town he was just at.
"Hopefully most of the towns folk escaped." He said to himself. He turned behind him and saw a road. With a shrug he made his way to the road and started walking down it.
As he walked down the road he thought about the events that transpired that day. "Lets see. If I remember right they called this land Skyrim." He paused for a moment.
He thought about what he should do from here. "Well I can't go back to my world. And I don't know what else to do. Guess I'm just stuck here." As he continued walking he thought about what he should do.
"I guess I should find some work to do. Get some money or whatever kind of currency they have here." As he made up his mind Ragna couldn't help but grin. "Well look out Skyrim here comes Ragna the Bloodedge."
And there's the first chapter. Not going to lie not quiet proud of this one. Not a very good beginning, but I'm sure I can make the other chapters better. Please stick around for the next chapters.
See ya.