Consumed
By Reaver17
Fact 1: I am a nerd, I watch RWBY, I play video games, I own a deck of pokemon cards just for the sake of having it.
Fact 2: I don't care if you think its stupid, then again if you did you probably wouldn't be reading fanfiction.
Fact 3: I like to keep an open mind to things, if you have any thoughts or questions or even have a fanfic idea that you're too lazy to write yourself then say something, there are no bad ideas, just different opinions.
Disclaimer: As if this isn't obvious enough I don't own RWBY or Skyrim, I'm only saying it once.
P.S. from now on / means a break in paragraphs.
Satisfied? Good, let's begin…..
Chapter 1: Falling Dragon
"A battle, a battle brought on Dragonwing!"
"Not far, not far, the Dragonborn comes!"
"And all will be measured, both coward and King!"
"I know, I know, the Dragonborn comes!"
The applause rang through the streets as the song ended with smiles and laughs as the city shared it's merriment with the world.
For a place called Solitude it was quite crowded, it always was, but more so than usual, today was the 30th anniversary of Alduin's defeat, made to honor the province's greatest hero, the Dragonborn.
Of course the Last Dragonborn had died gloriously in his fight against the last dragon in the world nigh on twenty years ago, well, at least that's what they told everyone.
Miles away in a castle thought to be long abandoned sat he himself, the Dragonborn, Saviour of the World, Reserve Legate of the Imperial Legion, Retired Harbinger of the Companions, Mysterious Arch-mage of Winterhold and Master of the Blades, Thieves Guild, Dark Brotherhood and Volkihar Vampires, of course nobody knew about the last four, and not even his most loyal friends was trusted with knowledge of his Lord.
Said Dragonborn had been living quietly for two decades, as quietly as he could anyway, a few people here and there was aware of The Contract, a simple agreement, in return for his exemplary service to the Empire and Solstheim (Discreet slaughter of the Emperor notwithstanding) the Imperial Council and the Redoran House had agreed to leave him alone, all three of his outside estates and the Severin manor in Raven Rock would be guarded jealously by veteran soldiers free of charge and he would be left in peace provided he keep "his pet brigands" in the shadows, meaning no overly public interaction of his less than legal friends and only block out the sun if he absolutely had too.
So here was the hero living a quiet immortal vampiric life in his castle, unlimited power at his beck and call, and he did nothing with it, which probably explained why he was bored out his skull for the first ten years.
He was a High Elf, he was used to long periods of nothingness, or he used to be used to it at least, who knew one swordsmanship class was all it took to kick a spoiled nobleman into a life of adventure and morally questionable organisations.
Now he spent all his time reading and conversing with Serana over the finer points of necromancy and arguing with Fura about the proper technique of gutting a vampire hunter. The Soul Cairn was an amusing venture but only so many hours could be spent chopping through wrathman and bartering with ghostly merchants.
Fortunately however his Lord had other ideas for pass times, one such pass time was what the Dragonborn was currently engaged in, that he was sitting in Castle Volkihar wasn't entirely true. In fact only some of him was sitting, the rest was currently in a realm of nightmares, so basically he was right at home.
The Vampire's eyes gleamed with curiosity as he absorbed the Knowledge held within his Master's library, He smiled comfortably as a pair of tentacles tugged gently at his ankles, pivoting on his heels he met his Master's eyes, his many, many eyes.
The ever familiar almost grandfatherly voice spoke in its usual lazy echoes, as always there was a mass of floating tentacles and appendages surrounding a central eye. "I do hope you are enjoying yourself." The elf did not bow or salute or show any signs of subservience, the look in his eyes was all the gratification Hermaeus Mora needed as the Altmer spoke in his impossibly calm tone "I always am, I've recently been reading Draven Telvanni Aspects of the Lords, it's impressively incorrect but he sounds so confident."
The daedra chuckled "Indeed, his speculation on Molag-Bal's habits are quite amusing, his description of Sheogorath is likely to reward him painfully though, or perhaps commendation depending on his displacement." The servant smiled smirked at the thought but quickly removed his expression "Something tells me you didn't come here for a discussion on a dunmer's idiocy."
"Correct, there has been a...change in the webs of Fate, I have decided to partake in it, indirectly. I trust you have been prepared for this occurrence?" The elf nodded
"Excellent, I will arrange for your subordinates to be informed of your absence, but first, you must know that where you are headed, I know little about. Go there, learn your surroundings, integrate yourself however you wish but be discreet, gain knowledge, do not allow knowledge to be gained, lest they perceive you as….expendable."
Hermaeus let that statement sort of hang, there wasn't really anything to say after that, the God of Knowledge and Fate wasn't exactly the most charismatic entity around, and the Dragonborn was hardly one to talk, so he said nothing and braced himself as an inky black shell encased itself around him.
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Glynda Goodwitch liked to think of herself as experienced, not much could surprise though it did happen on rare occasions, even then however she managed to maintain her composure, this was not one of those occasions.
The Beacon Professor enjoyed her walks in the forest, it was one of the all too few moments that there were no students insisting on destroying their surroundings or bully's trying to act tough in class. Nobody, just peace and quiet, until she was interrupted by the screaming, Glynda turned frantically trying to pinpoint source of the disturbance, she found it and stared at the heavens in disbelief.
Above was a sort of black blob hurtling towards earth "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" nobody could be seen so the screaming must have been coming from inside it meaning it's source would likely not survive.
Goodwitch began to run towards what she guessed was it's landing zone tracking the object as it fell. She arrived in a small clearing just in time to see the capsule impact kicking up a gratuitous amount of dust and a trench the width and length of a large bus.
Glynda saw shards of blackened chitinous material scattered around as well as puddles of dark green slime splattered around the crater, stepping slowly the teacher leaned over to peer into the end of the trench, and was immediately hit in the face with a glowing grey projectile, then the giggling started.
He was pretty sure it wasn't as funny as he thought it was, but hey that expression was priceless even if the Ash Shell had turned her features gray, maybe that was why, it looked like Brelyna Maryon's face after she accidentally turned him into a horse, good times.
He lay in the husk of his…..entry, the whole thing was burned out and shattered to pieces, he looked down inspecting his robes, or Miraak's robes rather, but they were definitely his now. They appeared to be undamaged so he climbed out of the trench groaning at the ache in his back and examined his victim.
"Is that? A riding crop? Right cause that's a real fierce weapon, no way bandits and thieves are going to trifle with a warrior of such obvious skill." If he had a talent then it would probably be lacing his voice with as much sarcasm as possible.
He wasn't armed, at least not with any physical weapons at the moment, even with magic he wasn't eager to stick around "You'll be fine in a minute and I'll be gone, no harm no foul. Cheers lass." He turned and started walking. Then a giant metal box erupted over the clearing with a roar Odahviing would be jealous of.
Now to the elf's credit he wasn't overly shocked, he had expected to see something inexplicable sooner rather than later, it came with experience, but he still ran away.
"WULD NAH KEST!" he shouted, his whirlwind sprint carrying him into the treeline, yelling and surprised gasps were ignored as he vanished into the forest.
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"Are you certain you're alright Glynda?" the grey haired headmaster's face showed nothing but concern for his old friend, Glynda shooed him away with her hand "I'm fine Oz, he did nothing to harm me." Ozpin suspected her pride was harmed significantly more than her person, but it was better than the alternative.
"Professor!" Ozpin turned to see Team CFVY's bunny eared faunus Velvet Scarlatina approaching, he motioned for the huntress to continue "There's no sign of him, not even tracks, he's gone sir." Ozpin nodded and stared into the forest thoughtfully "Yes, yes he is, but…..I suspect not for long." The Headmaster called CFVY back to the airship and headed for Beacon, he had more pressing matters at the moment.
Well there you have it, the amalgamation of my two nerdiest pass times, I'm really enjoying it so far, don't forget to review and as always I hope you liked it, if not then no biggie. Was there something else? Ah yes! ROCK ON!