Disclaimer: This chapter contains pure arbitrary insanity and immersive breaking events, that shouldn't be considered cannon in this story. Special Thanks to TheDeadGirlRisen for helping me along with this... thing.
11th of Hearthfire
10 days after the World Eater had been slain, Harry Stormcrown was finally prepared to do what he wanted to truly set out to do. He could barely contain his hunger anymore, it was time to lay claim to Tamriel. But first, everything would start within the very province he was standing on, Skyrim.
The current civil war that plagued the land was possibly the best bet he had to his claim of High King.
Ulfric Stormcloak was an idiot and power-hungry man. His plans were short-sighted and didn't account for the long term and consequential future of Skyrim.
General Tullius, on the other hand, was both a competent commander and an excellent Military leader. With no reinforcement and outnumbered he had managed to hold out against the stormcloaks via local recruitment with no back up from cyrodiil
Harry knew he simply couldn't up and take Skyrim from the empire's hand. Thankfully, thanks to the nightingale, he knew if anything that the empire wasn't going to be alive for much longer. The elves in Alinor would make sure of that. Instead, he looked towards the Stormcloak rebellion.
From what he knew, Ulfric Stormcloak was a man very devoted to Talos. Therefore anyone who would take the name stormcrown and snob the name of the great general would be an offense in the Jarl's eyes. He was also very emotionally driven and had a loose temper, plus his penchant for racist biases was very divisive amongst the educated kind. So, he knew what he had to do. He would take Western Skyrim first, and then force the Empire to recognize his claim over the province, that he knew lay within his mother's hand.
With his mind made up, he stood up from where he was currently laying down. Next to Mirai, the sleeping Breton teen, disturbed by the movement, opened her eyes and asked: "Where are you going?"
"You'll see soon enough. Now stay here in Markarth, it'll be safer for you that way." He answered her.
Mirai, alarmed by his words, raised a sleepy and groggy head and demanded him to answer "What will you do?!"
Harry took a second to look at Mirai before he turned away "I am going to my destiny."
A few hours later, rather than going straight to Windhelm the Stormcrown rode his horse initially, to pick up Esbern and a few Dragon Guard members to go along with him but on his way a courier stopped him, a letter from the court of Solitude summoning him.
[Harry Stormcrown
Over the last year, we've had some disturbing information come to light regarding the events at Wolfskull Cave and the summoning and binding ritual you interrupted there.
Given your involvement with that event, I'm asking you to return to Solitude to help us once more. I'm wary of putting all the details in print, please come see me at the Blue Palace.
Sincerely,
Falk Firebeard]
After reading the letter Harry sped up his horse towards the vale and after navigating his way towards the wayshrine, he finally appeared on the balcony of the long-abandoned Citadel of Auri-El, though it no longer looked abandoned, instead now, through the vale along another construction project was coming along just fine as it was being rebuilt. Miraak's bend will shout had come in very handy, using it to bend the will of bothersome bandits through Skyrim as they now carried through the building of his future castle. Not a grand affair luxury wise. But it would be a practical fortress of great strength.
"Sir, welcome back." Esbern greeted, as he was sitting near the entrance of this particular wayshrine reading a book.
"Esbern where are the dragons?"
The Grand Master of the Dragon guard pointed over to some of the western mountains never looking up from the "You are going to have to call them in. They are making their spots over in the mountain tops."
"Hm, very well then." Harry acknowledges
"Hind-do-od"
For almost a minute, nothing happened. But soon a magnificent roar and a white-gold dragon emerged from the mountains and made his way towards the platform, landing where the balcony once stood.
"Drem Yol Lok Terag. How may I serve today?" The dragon greeted.
"We need to go towards solitude, then, we head towards Windhelm," Harry said, before he mounted, he turned towards esbern. "I want at least 40 Dragon Guard members to be ready near Windhelm by the time I am done with solitude."
Esbern lifted his head "I have already done so sir, with Alduin's defeat I have assumed you intend to take control and stationed members near both Solitude and Windhelm."
Harry smirked as he mounted his dragon and gave one last look to the old man "You have come a long way Esbern."
Court of Solitude, the Blue Palace.
"There was naught but a few draugr and Vampires near where the collapse took place," Harry told the steward of solitude.
"Really? It's a relief that it was something as simple, jarl elisif was in adamant disagreement in bringing a child into danger… even one of your particular talents." Falk answered.
"Boy, come here Jarl elisif wants to meet you." The court wizard said as she approached from behind the steward.
Harry turned his attention to said woman stepping up to meet the widow of Torygg.
"Jarl Elisif." Harry greeted.
"It's you, you were here shortly before my husband was… murdered." The woman murmured.
"Indeed he did, it's twice now he saved this city and this hold." The steward mentioned.
"Well then. In my right as jarl, I name you Thane of Solitude. It's the highest award that's within my power to grant." Elisif awarded.
Sybil raised an eyebrow. "Isn't he a little young?"
"Young he maybe, but his almost an adult in the eyes of the nords." The steward said behind the boy still.
Harry bowed his head, "this is an honor Jarl Elisif."
An hour later, Harry was overflying Windhelm. The dragon Hinddood was attracting the attention of the people as it overflew the city. Suddenly, leaving the Palace of the kings was Ulfric Stormcloak making his way to the center of the town. Foolish man.
"Hinddood, land me near the entrance bridge. The time has come." Harry spoke to the Dragon.
The white-gold creature gave the city one more swoop before it came to land near the specified spot. After unmounting. Harry began his trek through the beginning of the bridge.
On the other side, stood Ulfric Stormcloak surrounded by his generals.
"It's just a boy, my jarl." One of the generals stated.
Galmar Stonefist spoke gruffly "Do not let his looks deceive you. He matches the description those spies gave us. Clad in Heavy armor made of mainly chainmail and plates. With a blue over-shirt as his banner, a white tree, and star depicted in the middle. Harry Stormcrown he claims to be."
The jarl remained silent as he began to walk towards the center of the bridge that connected to the main gate of his city. Though not a master of the voice, he could still feel the minute gathering of the storms over the boy, the wind he wore.
Ulfric knew what it meant, a challenger to his claim of the high king.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. No matter the outcome. Listen to what I am going to say. Today will be a change that will decide the fate of Tamriel as a whole. No matter what happens, I will see you all in Sovngarde."
The generals looked at Ulfric, some beginning to protest as he began to walk to greet the new guest, only to be stopped by Galmar.
"Stop, the sons of Skyrim will battle now. Honor the ancient ways."
As Ulfric and Harry walked closer to each other, the two began to discard their weapons to the side. Harry, threw spell breaker to the side and kissed Anduril in its crossguard before setting it next to the shield.
Ulfric himself threw his two axes to the side. Finally, the two came to stop 10 feet from each other.
"Harry Stormcrown, of atmora I presume?" The jarl asked.
"That I am. Ulfric Stormcloak, a long descendant of the line of Jurgen Windcaller, the calm before the storm." Harry greeted in turn.
"So, you have come to challenge me."
It was a statement.
"My mother has had enough of the long ignorance of the nords," Harry stated. "We will do this in the traditional way of the Tongues. As Master, I will taste your thu'um first."
The generals watched what happened next with bated breath. The thu'um that shouted King Torygg apart, failed. Harry Stormcrown swallowed the thu'um of Ulfric as if it was mead. Before in turn, using his own thu'um on the jarl, and shouting him apart. A fitting fate for Ulfric, Killer of his king.
Harry looked at the downed form of his opponents solemnly. A clapping sound rang around the clearing. "Bravo! Very good! All hail our new High King!" Out of nowhere it started to rain down lollipops.
Suddenly, from his position on a wall, Sheo had to duck his head as a bolt of green light passed over his head.
"Have some respect for the dead." Harry's eyes bleed grey, as he stood, pointing wabbajack 2.0 in the general direction of the mad god.
"Naaaaah~" Sheogorath stated sticking his tongue out. "You're being so mean~ Using my own spell against me," Sheogorath continued with a pout.
Ignoring the mad god briefly, Harry turned to the generals. "Get me a small ship, firewood, and oil. We will give him the traditional burial of the tongues of Atmora."
"He used to rule this land, Armies would follow him when he gave a shout, now on this cold day, he lays down, dead as the mice that were prey~" Sheogorath sang out from his perch on the wall.
Galmar stepped up forward. "That we will boy, that we will."
One by one the generals stepped up to the fallen jarl to pay their respects.
The people of windhelm gathered at the docs to watch the burning ship sail north to the frigid lands. Once the ship was off view, Galmar gathered the attention of the people.
"As you know, Ulfric Stormcloak, a once-proud nord was defeated this afternoon by trial in the old ways. I present to you, Harry Stormcrown. The true High King."
The following day.
Birds were chirping, wolves were howling in the distance. The sun was shining and a rainbow sparkled. Today was a truly beautiful day. Only one thing could make it better.
"Cheese!"
… If the mad god would just go away.
Harry sighs as the mad god hugs the long table which made up the hall of his new palace. It was early morning and Harry was prepared to eat breakfast before attending his new duties.
"Morgana. Why did you have to be here this early?"
"You need to loosen up~ Learn to chill and have some fun~"
Sheo says, just as harry's attendant enters the room.
"Sir, the generals have already sent out messages to the field officers. The allied jarls will be ready to meet 4 days from… now..." The man pauses looking at the mad god put away insane amounts of cheese in one bite.
"Oh! Eyeballs! I forgot something, be back in half a click Harry dear!" Sheo said disappearing in a poof of chocolate chips.
Harry sneakily uses magick to levitate a few towards his plate and devour them before the mad god returns.
The mad god returned in a flash of lightning, with someone else standing next to him. This man was strange-looking, with white hair sticking up and a headband of some sort going down over his eye. He didn't even look like he was paying attention as he stared at an orange book in his hands.
"Harry, dear~ Look who I brought over," Sheo said grinning as he poked the white-haired man, earning a one-eyed glare as the man put his book down.
"Maa maa, may I ask why you decided to kidnap me?"
Harry, who was mid-bite into his cookie, stopped. "A complete and utter stranger?"
"Yep~ But he's also insanely awesome! His name is Kakashi Hatake or Copy Nin Kakashi. I figured you might think him useful to train your army." Sheogorath turned to Kakashi, "And Kakashi, meet High King Harry~!"
Kakashi gave a slow confused blink, "eh?"
"I already have the favor of Nocturnal." Harry stated offhandedly.
"You should at least see his skills first. He doesn't use Magicka the same way Narnians do."
Harry blinks… looking at Kakashi.
"Why exactly would he train my soldiers? Are there any new tactics he has? My army already incorporates Red Guard, Khajiiti and bosmer, akaviri and ancient nord ones, plus dragons… what else could I possibly need?
"Your own group of assassins to prepare against the Morag Tong?" Sheogorath spoke over Kakashi who was trying to say something.
"hm, they wouldn't dare… Kakashi? You got something to say?"
Kakashi gave an eye smile, "Ah, as much as I'm sure I would find it interesting, I got my cute little genin to train. Which this person stole me from. I would love to get back to them now please."
"Hn might as well return him." Harry states.
Kakashi blinks, "You remind me of one of my little adorable students… the dark and broody one at that."
Harry looks at Kakashi for a second, before he starts to brood over what the man said.
In the next moment, Sheogorath was gone with Kakashi. This time in a swirl of water which soaked the remaining cookies that were on the ground.
"I'll get him when he returns."
After a couple of minutes and the mad god not showing up, Harry was starting to think that Sheogorath had buggered off for the day.
Another minute after that and a giant triple layer chocolate cake appeared. With Sheogorath standing on top holding onto a girl that looked a few years younger than Harry. She had short curly black hair, with green eyes.
"Sheo, what now? Im busy." Harry said looking down from the document he had acquired while he had relaxed back into his position. Until his eyes came to stop on the girl. "Why did you kidnap a child this time?"
"I kidnapped your sister! And she seemed perfectly willing to get out of potions class~!"
The girl nodded smiling, "My dad told me if I needed something chaotic or random to happen to prey to Sheogorath! So I did and was whisked away from the boring class."
Harry slammed his head into the table. "Let me guess. My birth father is the duke of mania."
"Dementia."
Harry did his best not to imitate a fish as he looked at the mad god…
Sheogorath, on the other hand, was giving a shit-eating grin, filled with razor-sharp teeth.
"Please don't tell me my birth mother is insane enough to have ended up in your court." Harry prayed to Kyne. Who was kind enough to answer a negative.
"Anyways, this is your sister Ivy-Rose Potter Black. Ivy, this is your elder brother, Hadrian James Potter Stormcrown."
"Hadrian J. Stormcrown actually. The J in my name stands for Jyggalag." Harry stated factually.
"Not on your birth certificate," Sheogorath retorted, holding up said paper. Which was in a picture frame.
Harry quirked an eyebrow… "It just says Harry James Potter, and that's my death certificate. Hadrian was the modification given to me by my uncle." Turning to the girl, who was still looking at him with curiosity, he asked "My birth sister huh? I guess that would make her, the princess of Skyrim."
The girl blinks, "Princess?"
Sheogorath nodded, "Yep, your brother is one bonafide King! The High King! And you're father is the Duke of Dementia, which is a high honor in my realm."
"She'll be the Princess of Tamriel by the time I'm done with my conquest" Harry grumbles. "But I'm not the High King yet, not even the Jarl of this city technically, first I have to force the Empire to recognize my claim to this land."
Sheogorath just waved a hand, "Meh, Yesterday, Tomorrow, it's all the same. I've seen it happen, and I've seen it end."
At that moment a currier burst through the door.
"My lord, Solitude has responded"
Harry took the scroll in hand.
[Although the Empire gives you props in dealing with the traitor, so long as Windhelm remains in open rebellion we won't communicate or allow the kingdom of Skyrim to fall to the hand of delusional people. The empire shall continue to back Elisif the Fair in her claim for High Queen of Skyrim.
General Tullius, Military Governor.]
Harry after reading the scroll tosses it to the side. Where it lit on fire. He, in turn, retrieves a replica of his sword, which he had forged the day before and gives it to the currier.
"Make sure this message makes it to Whiterun and Solitude. If the Empire doesn't back down, I am afraid the blue palace shall have a… Tragic ending." Harry states, malice forming in his voice.
"Anyways I think I will be taking your sister to visit Jamsie~ I'll visit you later Harry dear~," Sheogorath said disappearing in a pile of whip cream which landed right on top of the giant cake the mad god had left earlier.
The War for the Reunification Skyrim taking a steeper turn.
