Yo
So, while I don't have a regular update schedule, I will go by this pattern
The Olympians should've ran (titanfall +RWBY)
Gigan's redemption (Godzilla + RWBY)
The dragon lord's second chance (Skyrim)
Heir to the throne (Monster Hunter)
The second fire dragon, the blade, and the wolf (fairy tail with a little MG rising revengeance mixed in)
A Spiral of events (Star Wars: the clone wars with, again, a pinch of MGRR mixed in but i'm still working on it as Insist on getting through the s1 stranded arc in the first chapter)
New stories will be updated after those, but chapter one will take priority over the rest when I have a new idea I want to act upon. Now, without further ado,
Let's see what Christan and Alduin are up to
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"So legate, mind telling me why we are going through the reach? Wouldn't it be faster to go straight to solitude?" General Tullius asked the Dragonborn, genuinely curious why they are taking the long way to the capital of Skyrim. They had made camp for the night some ways from the road. They had learned that Alduin had a human form at six feet tall with long black hair and red eyes. Luckily, the armor changed with her, so they wouldn't need to drag it around. "Well, two reasons. One: it's the safest path, as the thalmor likely has ambushes all along the direct route. We could deal with them, but an agent could get away and warn the rest of them. Two: I have a pair of daggers to shatter before they can be used." He explained but had a dark tone for the second reason. The legionaries looked confused, but Alduin understood instantly. "Why don't we make their execution public to the dragons?" She asked with a small amount malice, understanding finally dawning on the general and legates (AN: was Hadvar a legate?).
"Ooh, do the dragons have an arena somewhere? We could entertain them and kill the last blades at the same time." Christan asked, causing Alduin to think for a moment. "Oh, and their HQ could be really nice with some hard work, and is big enough to house possibly five dragons comfortably." He suddenly continues, causing all present to look at him in a mixture of shock and confusion. He wanted that large a space as his home? Their internal rambling was interrupted when Alduin suddenly snapped her fingers. "Not in this realm, but there is one in the realm where the aedra and daedra would meet to argue about stupid shit. I think that they would be ecstatic about it, as nothing to distract them has happened since the oblivion crisis." She told.
And it was this moment when Akatosh AND Sheogorath suddenly appeared.
"What a splendid idea Dragonborn! We haven't watched a good gladiator match in CENTURIES! In fact, me and Aky here had decided to reward you if you win! It'll be extra special as we had kinda forgotten to reward you for killing Miraak AND Harkon!" The prince of madness exclaimed, causing the deities and hero to chuckle and the normal mortals to become uneasy. They were suddenly transported to the arena mentioned. Tullius, Rikke, and Hadvar in separate stands overlooking a large arena with wooden spikes on some walls and spears sticking out of the ground cut the arena in two(modified grand arena from VR game called gorn). There were hundreds of dragons perched on progressively taller thin towers. One one side, in grand thrones, was all the aedra and daedric princes. Akatosh and Sheogorath in the center, and Alduin next to her father in dragon form. In the arena, on the opposite side, was Christan, who was half expecting the sudden teleport, at the ready. On the other side were Delphine and Esbern, looking very bewildered. They then see their "leader" (*cough cough pawn cough cough*).
"Dragonborn! Thank goodness you're here! You have to get us out of here! Alduin somehow lives and has trickled the aedra and daedra into helping her!" The old male blade shouted, trying to work the situation and manipulate the hero.
Keyword being trying.
"Nice try, you snake. But I know the truth! You struck first out of jealousy!" Christan shouted, causing the dragons to begin to cheer, only to be silenced by Akatosh. "As fun as it is to see the hero of Skyrim shout at an old man, why did you bring us here Sheogorath?" Molag Bal demanded, angry that his… activities had been interrupted (nervous chuckle). "I'm glad you asked Bal! Remember that thing we made to reward the Dragonborn for killing Harkon?" The insane god asked, getting a confused nod from all the daedra. "Well now is his time to earn it! Those two are the last blades, and Akatosh wants them dead, and so do we all! Right?" He explained, then asked, getting a rather large number of nods. "Well, the Dragonborn had the GRAND idea of making their execution a gladiator match!" The leader of the daedra shouted, electing smiles from all of the princes and divines.
The sudden sound of a sword being drawn caused all of the spectators to look at the arena to see Delphine with dragonsbane out and at the ready. "If I must kill my best pawn to live, then I will cut his head off!" She shouted, causing everyone to go silent.
Then, literally, everyone burst out laughing, from the humans all the way to Akatosh himself. "I'm sorry, but you think you're strong enough to kill him? He beat a GODDESS, no offense Alduin." Sanguine said in between his laughter and gasps of air. When everyone got their laughter under control, the Dragonborn spoke. "You want to know something funny?" He asked, he got a large number of nods, and he continued. "The leaders of most factions, guilds, whatever, saw me as the strong but gullible hero. The dark brotherhood, the thalmor, the emperor, my goddamn parents, thought that I am clueless about being manipulated. Ever since I was young, people had tried to control me. I had to catch on quick, or I would die. When I learned that I was Dragonborn, I thought I was finally going to be left a-godsdamn-lone, but no, more people wanted to control me. I ran from home and came to Skyrim to escape my parents who saw me as a doll they could dress up and control. And if I ever saw them again, I would kill them, they took my one chance at a childhood." Many looked at the hero in shock, horror, and rage, but he wasn't done.
"I disagree with them, I was hit, I changed anything about what I wore, I was hit. I talk to anyone who wasn't nobility, I was beaten." He removed the armor on his left bicep to show a multitude of scars, fueling all present's rage. "I may never get my childhood back, but I can avenge it by killing everyone who tried to manipulate me, starting with you." He finished his speech as he replaced the armor, grabbed his shield and unsheathed his sword, pointing it at the blades. Parts of his armor start to glow and are replaced with Draconic body parts. From his head came white slightly curved horns, from his back, white scaled wings sprouted, and a white dragon tail came from the back of his waist. "I swear upon this blade and the divines themselves that I will have my revenge. And none will stand in my way." He proclaimed, apparently oblivious to the changes to his body.
"He's become a hef-dovah." Akatosh breathed, causing Sheogorath to look at him in awe and Alduin in confusion. "Hef-dovah? Forgive me father, but I am not familiar with this term." She asked, causing her father to look at her for a moment, then he turned his attention back to the crowd. "The dovahkiin has become what is known as a hef-dovah, or half-dragon in mortal tongue. His thu'um is stronger, each Draconic trait works as it would on a dragon, he has become immortal, and he can transform into a dragon. His mortal form's name will remain, but his dovah name will be dovah-Kriid-jun or dragon slayer lord." The god announced, causing the dragons to shout in unison. "DOVAHKRIIDJUN!" They said, welcoming him to the world of dragons. And with that, the spears lowered into the ground.
"So you became one of them, I'll do the world a favor and kill you and the rest of this filth." Esbern taunted The Dragonborn, but it clearly wasn't working. "Careful, you could cut ebony with that edge (AN: yes, I just used the word edgy in an ancient timeline, deal with it)." The hero rebuked, enraging the two blades. Esbern began to change up a fireball as Delphine charged, her blade meeting the dragon bone shield. "After I kill you, I will execute every damn dragon here." Delphine snarled, causing the half-dragon to raise an eyebrow. The throat of the world had nothing on the size of her ego, he then noticed Esbern launching his fireball at them. "Good luck with that." He responded neutrally, then kicked her into the fireball.
Quickly requipping his bow (yes as in FT requipping, the best explanation I have for him using the magic satchel(watch Deadpool vs Deathstroke for ex)) Christan grabbed an arrow and got Delphine into a headlock with the same arm. And then, in a display of pure skill, he notched the arrow and shot it at Esbern, the arrow going through his arm. returned his bow to his sub-space and punched Delphine in the side as he released his headlock, knocking her back. As she recovered, he got into a brawler stance, discarding the use of weapons. When Delphine saw this, she snorted. "Oh, now this is just unfair!" She laughed as she readied her sword and charged. Christan just looked at her with a neutral glare, displaying no emotion.
She slashed at his neck, hoping to decapitate him, but he raised his arm to an angle so it would slide up and over his body. He then landed a massive kick to her gut and grabbed her arm before she backed up. He then dragged her into a clothesline, knocking her down and the wind out of her. He equipped a dragonbone greataxe and was about to decapitate Delphine when a fireball impacted him. He looked at Esbern to see a flame atronach at his side and a lightning spell charging in his good hand. He switched to his dragon bone bow and launched an arrow at Esbern, that hit his head.
"No!" Delphine shouted as she watched as her only ally's corpse fell to the ground.
Her attention returned to the owner of the arrow as he again equipped the greataxe. "D-damn you!" She hissed, causing Christan to look at her boringly as he raised the ax, preparing to swing it. "The only person damned here is you." He calmly stated, and swung the ax down, reliving her of her head.
The crowd erupted into cheers, as the last of the blades had died. Akatosh and Sheogorath silenced them, both standing up and smiling. "Dovahkiin, as a reward for defeating Alduin, slaying both Mirrak and Harkon, and destroying the Blades. We reward you with the armor and justice of the divines and princes." The announced at the same time, their voices combining to make a voice that all heard.
Christan was enveloped by a pillar of light that died away and revealed his new armor and weapon. The armor was made of scales similar to Alduin's' but instead of pitch black, they were Snow White. The boots and left forearm had three blades going down the length of them, making them weapons of their own. On the right forearm was a series of words in draconic:
vrii do stahdim,
kah do kulaan,
Zu'u bild pah
Or in English:
The scales of the divines,
The pride of the princes,
I defend all
The helmet was the most human looking part, it's eye-holes were rectangular and connected. For breathing, it had two cross-shaped holes on the cheeks(AN: default for honor warden helmet). The weapon was a bit more unique though, as it was the most versatile melee weapon ever made, a Halberd.
The haft of the weapon was made of an unknown metal, going from purple to white starting at the spike at the bottom and going to the spear at the tip. The war hammer on the back was a mass of ebony, ready to crush armor and bones alike. The blade was a curved affair, with a dragon at the base of it breathing fire. Upon it were more words:
yol do stahdim,
bah do kulaan,
Zu'u al pah
But in English:
the fire of the divines,
the wrath of the princes,
I destroy all
The blade and armor were beautiful to the expert blacksmith, and he had seen many masterpieces. He randomly willed the blade of the polearm to catch fire and it did. Feeling it to be the right thing to do, he raised the weapon and shouted a wordless cry of victory, many of the dragons joining in. Mara looked at her daughter and saw a certain type of interest in her eyes.
'You have mad a good choice, my child'
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Uh, I got nothing to say here so… have a good day