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Demons/ Daedra

Shouts/ Dragons/ Titans/ Titan Constructs

Chapter 1

Thrain let out a gasp of pain as he shoots upright, clutching his side. Looking around he sees he's in in a forest with the tallest, thickest trees he's ever seen. Towering high above his head, almost reaching the clouds with the branches forming a thick roof that he could barely see any light under the shade of the leaves.

"By the tits of Dibella, where am I?" He asks as he staggers to his feet. "Must be near Valenwood or even Blackmarsh." He thinks as his memories slowly returned and flashed before his eyes as he grasped the side of his head.

The battle with Miraak, the first Dragonborn and the last fought for the world. The first was strong, understanding the blood that flowed through their veins better than any other, practicing the words and crafting new ones as he spent ages in Apocrypha and Hermaeus Mora. But even with this experience he was arrogant, and in the end he was no match for the Nord that forced Alduin to Sovngarde. Though they were more evenly matched than either expected. Evident from the broken ribs and shoulder the Dovahkiin felt.

Concentrating he used a basic healing spell, looking towards the sky he let out another gasp as bones pop into place once again. Looking to his side he sees his sword, still tightly secured to his sheath on his belt, his shield on his left arm and his bow and quiver on his back. A small sigh escaping the Nord's lips as he started to walk, a slight limp in his leg slowly fading as he walked into the forest. Clouds beginning to darken and thunder over head as rain fell to the earth beneath his boots.

His body ached, but he couldn't stop till he found shelter to properly get a lay of the land and find the nearest settlement. The water trickling off the surface of his heavy armor, slowly growing heavier and obscuring his vision more and more with every minute. His right hand still holding Healing Hands as he traveled, the golden glow slowly fading as his bones and muscles where restored.

He traveled for hours, the forest looking the same all around him. No roads or any indication of Elves or Argonians, no sign of this being a swamp like Blackmarsh. It had to be Valenwood, but he couldn't see anything. "I shouldn't seen something by now, a ruin or even a single elf. Yet I still don't see anything. Where in Nirn have I returned to?" He thought before his mind returning to as the sound of a twig snapping behind one of the trees.

Using his shield to hide his sword, he used his thumb to push the guard out of the sheath. His right hand clenching as a soft glow, barely seen escaping from between his fingers. He took another step, looking out of the corner of his eye as he scanned the trees. Acting as though he didn't hear or brushed off the branch as nothing.

"LAAS YAH NIR!" His voice echoing through the forest as the world darkened and his vision returned. Behind the trees, moving parallel to him where a few red auras. Each quite large, far bigger than any Bosmer he ever sensed before. Some auras far bigger than and creature he'd seen. Some auras on their backs, telling him they were mounts, but lower to the ground than any horse.

He slowed his pace slightly, his head still forward but his eye still looking at the auras. It was a large group, could be some creatures or bandits waiting for an opportunity to pounce. The sound of another snapping twig draws his gaze to the other side. Behind the tree, more auras filling his vision before they faded.

He stopped in his tracks, moving his sword hilt closer to his waist as he turned to face one of the groups. If they were Man or Mer or even beast, then they show themselves one way or another. He hears rustling of brush, no voice to meet his gaze as he slowly brought up his right hand. Ready to attack or defend if needed.

He was about to cast his spell when from behind him he hears a roar of a beast from his left. As he turned he saw the jaws of a Sabercat pouncing on top of him, knocking away his shield as he grabbed the Sabers fangs with both hands. Pushing and prying the cat's head away as it tried to bite down on his neck.

Twisting the head as he pushed the beast off of him, the claws scraping against his armor as he threw the cat off and away. The creature landing with a thud as He jumped to his feet, lightning coating his left hand as he gripped his sword with the right and his gaze now on the creature before him. Seeing a large cat, far slimmer than any Sabercats he saw in Skyrim but just as large, black fur with grey stripes coating it's body and a saddle on it's back. Telling him it was someone's mount or pet.

He tried to look for it's owner, most likely one of the auras he saw. But the Sabercat wouldn't let him as it charged, leaping towards the Nord with its jaws wide and claws ready to cut into him. Lightning flying like a torrent of bees as his spell struck the Saber, making it roar in pain as it neared him and he ducked, rolling to the side as he slashed his sword along its side. Leaving a deep gash as blood flowed down the black fur to the dirt and grass as it landed. Falling and rolling before it tried to stand, wisps of smoke rolling off its body as it favored its uncut right side. The saddle listing and falling off and the two stared each other down.

The Nord was about to charge and end the beast, when he heard a warcry from behind hime. Soon joined by others as he looked over his shoulder to see what he believed where elves . . . though he's never seen any with such long ears, eyebrows, glowing eyes, and deep purple skin.

"What in Oblivion? What the hell are they?" He questioned, his shield flying to his left hand as he turned to face his new challengers. "Never seen any Mer like them . . . could they be related to Goblins?" He asked himself, only remembering some Goblins in Cyrodiil having longer ears that stuck off the sides of their heads.

One of them charged right at the Dovahkiin, letting out a warcry as he raised a sword high over his head. Thrain raised an eyebrow as he took a deep breath."FUS RO DAH!" As the shout left his lip, a large shockwave shook the very earth beneath their feet as the 'Mer' and his companions were sent flying back. A few crashing into the trees with a sickening crack, the Saber Cat roaring as it charged. The Nord raising his shield as he bashed the Saber Cat in the face, breaking off one of its fangs before stabbing his sword through the side of its neck. His blade piercing the beast's neck easily as the tip of his sword exited the other side of its throat.

The Saber Cat fell with a thud as he pulled his sword free, the blade coated with blood as he looked at the 'Elves'. Seeing them starting to rise from the confusion from his Thu'um. He flicked off the blood and sheathed his sword, he started to run as one pulled out a form from beneath his robes. The horn echoing throughout the entire forest as they started to give chase. Some shouting in a strange language he never hear before. The sound of arrows whizzing pass his ears as he placed his shield on his back, the sound of arrows striking against the metal as he ran faster.

Sprinting at full speed, his armor and weapons barely slowing him down as he jumped over a fallen tree. Though he hear a growl and looked to see them now of Saber Cats like the first he killed. Running alongside him as their riders steadied their bows, his shield flying to his arm and blocking his left, but his right was exposed as he felt the arrows hitting.

"FEIM ZII GRON!" He shouted as his body became of the Void, the arrows harmlessly passing through his body, striking the riders instead as he places his shield on his back and fire filled his hands. For a second the hail of arrows lessened and his Shout faded, fire leapt from his very fingers. Blinding and searing the Elves and Saber Cats alive, their metal armor melting and coating their bodies. The riders falling off as they screamed with their mounts rumbling into a heap, the flames slowly dying with them as he continues to sprint.

Around him more and more horns sounds as more of the elves shout, all around him they seemed to come. Like falling into a spiders nest or a den of skeevers. With a growl he focused his Thu'um once again. "WULD NAH KEST!" As the words left him he felt his legs moving at blinding speeds, his form only a blur as he moved even faster. Slowly gaining some distance between him and his pursuers, a smirk forming on his lips before it faded as he saw he was coming to a cliff. Digging his heels into the dirt as he stopped, only inches from falling off as some rocks broke off and fell to the trees below.

"Nowhere to run . . . then now where else for them to come from." He thinks, drawing his sword as he turned to face them. Placing his sword back into its sheath, placing his shield on the ground next to him as he grabbed his bow, his eyes scanning the treeline in search of the Elves. Only to see nothing, not even a single horn heard on the wind. But he knew they were close, they wouldn't have simply given up after such a chase, let alone killing their men and pets.

"LAAS YAH NIR!" He Shouts as his vision changed, the forest a glow with a see of auras all around him. His knuckles cracking as he tightened his grip, He couldn't charge in at them or let them overwhelm him. He needed a plan if he was going to survive.

His left leg stepping back to the cliff, some of the stone falling away and to the trees below as he smirked. Slowly the purple elves and their cats emerged, all clad in armor with swords drawn or bows and arrows aimed at him. He aimed his bow in kind, releasing a breath as he stared them down.

Releasing the arrow and striking one of the riders, knocking them off as his cat charged with a elf. The others moving charging behind them as the archers fired, he grabbed his shield. Bringing it up and blocking the arrows before the cat attacked, it's claws latching onto the top of the shield as it tried to push the Nord down. Only for him to flip the Saber Cat over him and off the cliff.

Grasping the hilt of his sword once again as he turned and pulled out his blade, slashing the exposed neck of one elf and bashed the pommel against the helm of another. The two fall to the side as the Nord took a deep breath and some wisps of his now breath, showing as though he was in the cold north of Skyrim once more.

"IIZ SLEN NUS!" His very breath chilling the air and ground beneath him as his shout shot at the elves, their entire bodies becoming coated in a thick sheet of ice. Becoming like statues as they stopped in their tracks, the added weight making the cliff shake as other elves and their mounts jumped over them. Their riders wide eyed as they looked back at their comrades then turn to the Nord with shock, fear, and rage shifting through their faces.

The cliff beginning to shake as cracks formed just past the elves, though still holding the weight as Thrain took a deep breath. His eyes narrowing as he released the loudest Shout he could muster. "VEN GAAR NOS!" As though the winds themselves where released from his maw, a large gush of wind swirled around the elves, lifting them and their mounts from the ground. Raising them higher and higher as lightning coated Thrain's hands, darting from his finger like a thousand bees. Their skin and armor smoldering as the lightning scorching their bodies, the wind throwing them about wildly as Thrain continued his assault.

His Magicka stores slowly draining before he stopped his spell and his Shout faded, dropping the elves back to the earth. The cliff shaking more as the stone under them fell away, slowly breaking under their feet as Thrain and the elves fell. The elves screaming as some tried to jump back and grab the remnants of the cliff, only to miss or the stone to break away.

The wind whipping as they fall faster and faster, Thrain tried to steady himself as he tried to grasp something. Eventually flipping over to face the trees below as he sees them rapidly approaching. "FEIM ZII GRO-" He tried to Shout, only for his head to hit a branch. Getting knocked out as his body continued to crashing into branch after branch. His body landing on the ground with a heavy thud laying still, almost lifeless as some blood trickled out of the side of his helmet.