Hello there
Now the war will begin, and I hope you guys will like it. Part of the speech is from the song born for this by all good things, one of my favorite bands.
As always, I don't own Skyrim, that honor belongs to Bethesda
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The mortals, half dragon, and diety were sitting in the corner of the winking skeever inn in Solitude, waiting for someone. The door opened, and a man in a dark cloak came in. "There He is," Christan muttered, just barely loud enough for his companions to hear. He and Alduin had figured out that he could hide his new appendages. The man silently walked over and sat down. "What do you require of the order, dovahkiin?" He asked quietly. Christan pulled out a stack of near-identical letters he had made the other night and placed them on the table with a very soft thump. "I need you to deliver these to every world leader. This is the only way we'll get any allies in the coming war." The man nodded and grabbed the letters. And, to the shock of all that hadn't saved the world, teleported away. And the shock grew when they saw the lack of reaction from the rest of the patrons. "The Psijic Order owed me a favor," Christan explained as he stood up, somehow knowing they were shocked under their armor. "Come on, the thalmor are probably going to target Whiterun due to its central location." He said, knocking the four out of their stupor.
(One month later, Dragonsreach war room, Whiterun)
Christan was looking at a map of Tamriel, his dragon parts exposed. The support that the messages received was greater than what Christan anticipated. Only the Marsh and Eliswer had sided with the Aldmeri Dominion, to which Christan regarded with suspicion. He heard footsteps and looked up to see Yaral Ballgruf walking towards him.
"Well Christan, you were right. There is a large force of Aldmeri 2,000, including mages, strong camping just past the lone mountain." The man reported, which made Christan look at the map in front of him. He only had 1,500 men and women available right now. There were the dragons, of course, and Alduin is constantly resurrecting them and finding more in hiding. But there was only 15, not including himself and Alduin, within a days flight. He and the rest of Skyrim's blacksmiths have set on making ebony armor for the troops, but he only has forty men fully equipped with it. His eyes landed upon fort greymoor, and an idea came to him. It was risky, but the enemy army would be crushed if it worked.
(The next day, dawn)
Christan was upon the main tower to the fort in his armor holding his halberd, it was almost time, and he had to address the troops. As he gazed upon the sea of 1,015 men, woman, and dragon, he began to speak.
"Men, women, and Dov of Tamriel, today is the mark of a new age. These high elven basterds wish to enslave us all: orc, Nord, man, woman, all of us. They see themselves as above the divines and stronger than the daedra." He shouted, rallying and urging them to fight. "You all know of me: The Dragonborn, dawnguard warrior, slayer of Miraak, the brotherhood destroyer. Before that, I was but a noble child who was treated like a doll. When I first picked up a sword, I made an oath. I swore I would do all I can to protect the weak, the defenseless, and the innocent." cheers of assent we're finding themselves amongst the warriors. "Today I make good on that oath: by destroying the thalmor! The divines have willed their obliteration, and who are we to refuse? Many of us will die in the effort to rid our world of these scum, but go knowing you fought and died for your friends, family, homes, and most importantly, your people. So tell me! Who are we?!"
All present answered as one: "WE ARE THE WARRIORS WHO LEARN TO LOVE THE PAIN! WE COME FROM DIFFERENT PLACES BUT HAVE THE SAME NAME!"
Magical trap explosions are heard in the background. But went unnoticed in the crowd. "Tell me again, who are we?!"
WE ARE THE BROKEN ONES WHO SPARKED THE FLAME! WE'LL WATCH AS THE FIRE RAGES AS OUR HEARTS ARE NEVER TAMED!"
"And how long have we been ready for this battle?"
"WE'VE ALWAYS BEEN READY! AS WE WERE BORN FOR THIS!"
Well then sons and daughters of Akatosh, prepare to fight to your last!" Christan finished his speech, causing all present to roar a wordless cry as the dragons took to the sky, the footmen made shield a shield wall, and the archers gathered on the walls of the fort and behind the footmen. Christan jumped off and walked in front of the shield wall and saw the most beautiful sight. The Thalmor army was marching towards them but was suffering losses from a field of magical traps. Fire, lightning, ice, all the magical elements available.
The elven army began to charge at the opposing army, ignoring the deaths from the traps. Christan turned to his men one last time before the fighting began. "Prepare to show these pompous elves the strength of the 'inferior races'!" He shouted, turning back to face his foes. Warriors began to bash weapon on shield, creating a surge of noise to show they weren't afraid. Arrows flew from behind them and struck the mass of elven soldiers, but they continued to run. With a crash, the two armies collided and began to fight. Ebony and steel weapons and shields met their elven equivalents. Among the mass of Almeri soldiers was Christan, cleaving heads and limbs and rending armor.
Then the dragons descended upon the dominion army, Alduin at the head of them her sleek armor meshing perfectly with her indiscutable scales. Then, as one, Alduin and Christan released two shouts
"MAH YOLOS STRUN!"
"STRUN BAH QO!"
It began to rain as lightning and meteors began to rain down from the heavens. While the Altmori forces were being decimated by the warriors and shouts, Alduin received a signal from Christan. She flew up and released a stream of fire into the air. Upon this signal, the remaining 500 men rounded the corner of the lone mountain and struck the back of the Dominion army! The weakened elven force stood no chance, but they fought to the last. Upon the death of the final soldier, the army that would be known as the draconians let out a cry of victory.
"FUS RO DAH!"
Upon the shout, they all quieted and looked to their leader who was in the air standing on Alduin's back (who was taking a small amount of pleasure from her crush standing on her). "Soldiers of Nirn! You did not only me but the Aedra themselves proud today! But while we won the battle, the war is only beginning! But for now, drink and make merry in honor of the fallen!" The army let out a cry of joy as they went to Whiterun to celebrate.
(hours later)
Christan looked into his mug of mead as he sat on the chair outside his house in his party outfit, thinking about the lost. They had lost only 50 men and woman in the battle, and only one dragon. But in his eyes, any amount of loss is too much. He took a sip from the mug, the alcohol barely affecting him. "Heya Christan!" He looked up to see Sanguine helping an absolutely wasted Alduin walk. "The Oblivion happened to her?" He asked, deciding to ignore the fact that the deadric prince was there in the first place. Sanguine let go of Alduin and shrugged. 'At least she can stand, but gods she is tipsy' Christan thought. "Eh, she's a lightweight. Only had one mug and ended up like this." The deadric prince responded before returning to his plane of Oblivion. "Hwy thr handsm." The dragoness in human form slurred as she draped herself on him, causing Christan to blush a little bit. "Alduin, your drunk, you need to rest." He plainly stated, causing the girl on him to scowl. It would be intimidating if she was sober enough to do anything. "I'mmm not dwnk, yr dwnk!" She playfully yelled. 'Yeah, she's out of it.' Christan thought to himself before rubbing Alduin's head, messing up her jet black hair. "Sure, let's just get you to bed. You had a long day." Christan said before picking her up, much to her protest, and carrying her inside his home. But when he went to leave after he put her on his bed, she grabbed his arm. "Newwwww! Don't weve me!" The dragoness pleaded, causing Christan to blush deeper. He kept his composure to the best of his ability and looked away. "Alduin, please. I-" He begins and looks back only to be hit with something he could never resist,
The puppy dog eyes
'Damnit, not those again.' He thought as she pulled his arm stronger, but he held firm. 'How and why is she so good at this? She is called the world eater.' she widens her eyes and begins to tear up. 'Must…resist.' Alduin tilts her head, and that is the last nail in the coffin for the half-dragon's willpower. He gives in and lets the dragoness pull him into bed. Alduin sprouts a tail that wraps around his and wings that hug his form. She also hugs him the normal way, bringing their faces millimeters apart. Christan blushed a red so deep it created a new shade and Alduin showed enough cognitive thought to give a triumphant grin. Soon, though it felt like hours for Christan, they fell asleep.
(Meanwhile, wherever the Aedra reside)
"Why do I fell the urge to brutally murder someone right now?" Akatosh remarked to himself, but loud enough for Mara to hear. "I don't know dearest, but it's probably nothing." She responded, knowing full well why. Akatosh only shrugs.
(a minute ago, by the well)
"Hah! I told you they liked each other! You owe me 100 gold!" Hadvar said triumphantly to his childhood friend, Ralof. When he told the former stormcloak how he thought that Christan and Alduin had the hots for each other, the other man refuted the possibility entirely. "Yeah yeah, take your gold." Ralof resigned, handing over a pouch of gold.
Overall, the night had been one to remember on all fronts. And while death on the battlefield was on the horizon, they would make every second of the trip one to remember.
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Achievement get: relationship goals: sleep in the same bed as your crush
I loved writing Drunkduin, so gods damned funny. She will be a returning character for sure. Anyway, that's all, and no I will not be doing lemons, just not my thing.