"He is," Mede said, walking around him, inspecting him, "Larger than I had imagined. Tell me, was his capture difficult?"
"He was very resistant," Twilight said, "He used what he called 'The Voice' to shove me against a wall, and used it again to send ice shards into my face. I used my own magic to restrain him, and his ability to shout magic at me."
Svogre was tall; he would be taller than some Orcs. His muscles were well defined, as it was rumored that he had forged his own set of Daedric Armor, stealing the hearts of Daedra warriors in battle. Although he had a set of this armor, he was wearing fine green clothes. He had golden blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, with a large beard reaching his chest and a connecting moustache. He had a large scar running down the left side of his face, which many stories tell it was either vampires, werewolves or Alduin himself before he courageously killed it.
"Remove his gag," Mede said, "But make sure he can't shout me apart with the Voice." Twilight nodded, and removed the gag. Svogre opened his mouth to shout, but she erected a magical barrier preventing him to use the Voice.
"Svogre Stronghand," Mede said, "What a pleasure it is to meet you personally. Do you know what comes against the Empire today?"
"Why should I give a damn?" He snarled, "You Imperial pigs brought it upon you. I see no reason as to why I should care."
"Well," Mede said, "The Aldmeri Dominion have invaded Cyrodiil and they are about to besiege the Imperial City."
"And why are you telling me this, Imperial?" Svogre said, "What goes around comes around, Titus Mede. Imperial affairs need not worry me, for I am a son of Skyrim, under High King Ulfric Stormcloak."
"That is the thing," Mede said, "If the Empire falls, what is stopping the Almderi from invading Skyrim and killing all those who worship Talos, like you? Tell me, Svogre Stronghand; tell me what Ulfric can do to stop the Aldmeri horde if they toppled the Empire!"
"What do you want from me, Imperial?" He said, "Be brief, my wife, Heddvi, will begin to worry."
"I don't care about your wife, Svogre!" Mede shouted, "I care about Skyrim! I want you to fight with us, and maybe we will let you live as an independent nation."
"Why should I?" He said, "We Nords can protect Skyrim. Even if we can't, you can be sure as Oblivion that we will avenge it. We braved the Thalmor; we can shove the Aldmeri Dominion out of Skyrim, as we did with the Legion."
"Because," Mede said, drawing a knife and putting it up to his throat, "I can kill you now, and when we win this war, we will kill your wife and destroy your wealth and property."
Svogre looked defiantly at Mede, and said, "I will fight with you, but you must let High King Ulfric know what has happened."
"Alright," Mede said, withdrawing the knife, "Good choice, Stronghand. Release the binds, Twilight, but not the barrier preventing him to use the voice." She nodded, and the ropes around his wrists and ankles were removed.
"Just because I'm fighting for you," Sovgre growled, "Doesn't mean I agree with you." He turned to Twilight, and said, "I require you to take me home to my residence in Windhelm to retrieve my Daedric Armor and weapons. I cannot fight without any weapons."
"You are not going alone," Mede said, motioning for guards to walk next to Twilight, "Can't risk you running away, now could we?"
Sovgre glared at Emperor Mede, and walked off with Twilight and the others. Mede turned to General Tullius and Princess Celestia, and said.
"There," he told them, "You have seen your protégé and the Dragonborn. I don't want to see you again unless it is a crushing victory. Akatosh guide you, General Tullius."
General Tullius nodded, and walked out with Celestia and myself.
"What is your name, soldier?" Tullius said, "You seemed to have listened to that uninvited."
"My name is Auxiliary Pliton Calleius, sir," I said, "I came at the request of Twilight Sparkle, sir."
"Alright," he said, "You just always seem to listen in on all the meetings I participate in. Princess," he said, turning to Celestia "You know where we are going?"
"Yes," she said, "Find the Aldmeri army, and land wherever we are. It couldn't be any simpler, general." She smiled as she mounted a chariot with him. I continued on, and found the chariot I had rode in on the way here.
"We're leaving already?" Rainbow Dash said, "Where are we heading?"
"Not far," I said, "Just follow the Princess."
"Alright," Fluttershy said, "Are we going to fight?"
"Yes," I said, "Aldmeri forces are closing in on the Imperial City; we must stop them before they reach the city."
Once Celestia lifted off the ground, the Imperials and Equestrians did the same and followed her. Once we were in the air, Rainbow Dash felt the freedom to speak.
"Thanks," she said, "For not telling anypony about my relationship with Fluttershy. It would be terrible if anypony found out."
"Yeah," Fluttershy said, "Keep it a secret, please. I mean, if you have to tell, I guess you can, but…"
"We get it," Rainbow Dash said, "But, really, thanks, um, what's your name again?"
"Pliton," I said, "And you're welcome. I can keep a secret. Just don't make it impossible for me to keep it." Rainbow Dash nodded, and kept flying.
"There," I said, "The Princess is landing. Follow her." As we descended, I saw the huge Aldmeri army down on the ground. I swallowed, but realized what the Elves must be thinking, seeing flying chariots come raining from the sky.
Suddenly, bolts of lightning went flying up from the ground. It was the Elven mages, trying to take us out of the sky. My knuckles grew white as I was gripping the rail too hard as a bolt of lightning passed by our chariot and took down one next to us.
"Just keep going!" I said, "We're coming close to the ground!"
"You think I don't know that?" Rainbow Dash screamed, "I have trained years for this! Hold on, Pliton!" She picked up speed, and I jolted forward as she sped faster towards the ground. To be honest, I thought I was going to die. As more lightning shot past us, the adrenaline began to pump through my veins.
"Archers ready!" Tullius screamed, and I heard the tension of two hundred bows through the sky, "Fire!" He shouted, and arrows flew towards the ground, piercing through the Elven light armor. At this speed, not even Daedric Armor would stop an arrow.
We came down to the ground, and General Tullius called for the archers to continue firing as the units got reorganized. I drew my sword and shield, and joined my unit. The Aldmeri were still in shock, and they were hopelessly disorganized. Rain had started to fall, and real lightning came down onto the field where we were fighting.
"Units," Tullius called, "Charge!" We all ran towards the Aldmeri lines, screaming bloody murder to discourage them more. We clashed thirty seconds after the order, and the battle began.
I was in my element, fighting back three High Elf warriors with my sword and shield. I hid behind my shield, and attacked when they were left open after attacking. I killed one with slash to the chest, and stepped back as one with an Elven Greatsword brought his sword down onto my shield.
I kicked out his legs, and brought the sword down into his abdomen, hearing him scream, but then go silent. I drew the sword out, and relished the sound of steel cutting through flesh and blood. I retreated back behind my shield, and waited for another opponent to strike.
As an arrow storm came overhead, the Aldmeri made a grave mistake of raising their shields to protect themselves. I ran my sword through a Wood Elf, and then a High Elf, before they returned to fighting us.
We were pushing back the Aldmeri, and the help of the Equestrians was of grave importance. The horned ones, including Rarity, used their extensive knowledge of magic to burn, freeze, and shock many Elves to death. Rarity used electric spells more than any other Equestrian, and seemed to enjoy frying the Elves.
The ones who had no wings or horns were just as good fighters as the Orcs. Especially Pinkie Pie, who wielded a battleaxe. She seemed to have lost all sanity as she swung the axe through Elven bodies, and decapitated them. Applejack was dead accurate with a bow, and pulled off many head and neck shots, which were very lethal.
When we were fighting, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lone chariot, and saw Sovgre jump from it, and call for his dragon servant, Odahviing, who came. Sovgre landed on his back, and called for him to use a fire shout on the Aldmeri.
Odahviing passed over the Aldmeri, and unleashed a fire shout on the Aldmeri troops. Once Odahviing had swept over the Aldmeri troops, Svogre jumped off his back, and kicked down a High Elf mage that had tried to deflect him. He drew his Daedric Sword, and cut a large gash into the Elf's chest.
He soon found himself surrounded by Aldmeri troops. He used a forceful shout to push them all to the ground, and used that as a distraction to come to the Imperial lines.
"Imperial," he said, slicing through a Wood Elf's throat, nodding at me.
"Dragonborn," I said, "Quite an entrance."
"I like to make my presence known." He said, "Ah, here we go, Yo, Toor Shul!" The Thu'um sent fire from Svogre's mouth, and incinerated more Aldmeri troops.
By now, it seemed that the Imperials would win, even without Svogre's help. The Equestrians fought fearlessly, and killed many Aldmeri. Archers rained down arrows on the Aldmeri lines once every ten seconds, which greatly demoralized them.
After a half an hour of fighting, I was growing fatigued. I still fought, with Svogre and my Equestrian friends beside me. I didn't know where Twilight was, which worried me greatly. I knew she was on the chariot, but I didn't see where it landed.
Suddenly, she teleported in front of me, and said, "Get back, the disaster, it is about to happen!"
DUN DUN DUN! The disaster is finally coming! I'm leaving you with a cliffhanger, try and figure out what the disaster is, because I now know what it is going to be, and I love what I came up with. I hope I didn't make Pliton too badass, please review and tell me if he is too badass, because, after all, he isn't the Dragonborn.