"Dragonborn! Oh praise the Dragonborn for saving the world against the tyranny of Alduin!"
"Fin dovahkiin hdro surpassaan fin eater do worldde"
"The Dragonborn has stopped the civil war!"
"We did it, Dragonborn! You fought against Alduin. No longer shall my paws shiver from the giant lizard. But I will still shiver from the cold in this damned mountain."
"Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vaahrin…."
"Your actions are more than enough. We cannot thank you enough for saving us from the wrath of that dragon…"
"Erland…? Erland!"
The faint voices are heard across the dark, empty, and cold, endless void of space. A full-grown bearded man filled with scars around his body, blonde, long and wavy hair, and blue eyes, standing across the tidal waves of darkness.
As he stabilized his breathing, he stood up and looked around at the emptiness of space. He gazes in whichever direction he looks, but there consists nothing but the darkness filling along the gaps of black space. The only thing that can be seen from his view is nothing but his own hands and feet, wearing no clothes.
A sudden change of air has been felt from behind the blonde man. He looked behind and saw a glimpse of bright light. A light so bright that it becomes blinding that the adventurer blocked his eyes with his bare arms.
As the light slowly fades, its light dims to a point that it is in a sufficient light level for the blonde man to uncover his eyes. As his eyes adjust accordingly to the light level given from a completely dark space to sufficiently moderate lighting that came from an unknown source of luminance, he notices that the light reveals itself into what the blonde man thinks is a door with strange architecture.
He approaches the door, creating a resonance of footsteps echoing across the space. Striding to the door with confusion as he slowly held his hand to the door. A voice has been echoed behind him.
"Your destiny has been called, O lost soul. Though you may have lived long enough to become a legend of your world. Your path can still be chosen in another place. And so… Approach my child, and choose where your new life shall begin." An awefully familiar, yet strange voice has been heard from across the dark space
The blonde man, confused, yet oddly familiar with that line, looks behind to find out who spoke.
"Who's there? And who are you?" The blonde man asked.
"Honorable soul. Your new life awaits, and as you step through that door, your destiny will begin." The androgynous voice replied.
"What if I don't? Perhaps, this might be just another one of your Daedric trickeries." The blonde man, hesitant to push the door as he pulled his hand back to his side.
"You may stay in this dark empty void of space, Honorable soul. There will be nothing but darkness, and you might have to wait for an eternity for another opportunity to come by."
"Opportunity? What in Nine Divines do you mean?" The blonde man raised his eyebrow.
"Who knows. Your life has already ended. You are given a chance to redeem yourself in another place. You have been a successful adventurer. A master blacksmith. A kind-hearted companion. No matter what your world has thrown at you. You still stood up. You fought a being that would have ended the world. You became a legend that has achieved that no mortal ever has. Yet~, you lost your life while you fell in a large, dark cave where its entrance was impossible to access in the first place. No one but you has entered that uncharted cave. Your people has been thinking of you. Your friends have been wondering and your world has thought that you have gone missing". The androgynous voice explained.
"Hmm… Now that I remember, I did fell to some cave that they claimed to have the secrets of the Dwarves. Some strange blue light has emitted on that cave as I entered. Damn. That Oblivion-damned light blinded my arse and I fell on the largest hole I've seen. Not even Blackreach can compare the size of that cave. Bah… I guess it certainly is my time. I have risked my life too many times. Fine. I will take this offer. I'm making sure that there is no trickery like that Daedra Sanguine did when I had a drinking contest. However, what in the gods name are there to do but fight against the Stormcloaks, my own people, some bandits, the Oblivion-damned spiders, and some Dremora."
"Are you willing to approach your new life, Erlund, Dragonborn of Skyrim? The door that will lead you will be similar to that of your world. Adventures will be waiting for you. New challenges to conquer and new conflicts that will arise."
"I would have died too many times ever since I was just a twig that crossed that border, this is nothing, and my time has already come. I do not mind, but I have left my legacy in Tamriel. They have honored my body, and they believe that I have been in Sovngarde in eternity. But this? This is not Sovngarde that I remember when I arrived. I might have been trapped in some necromancer's soul orb while I fell."
"Are you still doubting that you have fallen into a trap, Erlund?" The androgynous voice asked.
"How would I know? I fell on too many traps made by the Daedra only to entertain themselves. Somehow, I have satisfied their lust for entertainment ever since I became a Dragonborn. Wait, you know my name. Who are you?"
"Worry not. I am just a messenger that will guide you to your new path."
"No artifacts or weapons you will offer? No rewards given for killing one of your non-believers? No trickeries or drinking? No nonsense ranting about marrying a hagraven?" The blonde man starts doubting.
"I do not seem to understand what you are getting at, lost soul? As I said, you have already met your fate. I will guide you to the door to your new path."
"Who are you, really? Prove it to me before I step on that door." He stood still in front of the being.
The being moved different beams of light and used them to the point that it forms what seems to be, a human figure as if it is manipulated like the stars of Nirn.
"This is you, and your destiny shows that you have fallen to your demise on a bottomless void. A void that no one has ever fallen other than you. I have come to save you to your new adventure. If it weren't for the light blue light and the wind that soothes you towards that endless void, you would not have felt the excruciating pain before your death to where you are now."
"Sigh... So I was dead after all. I thought I had lost my armor. Well, I will accept that I have died even though I won't even meet them in Sovngarde."
"As I said, you have fallen to your death. I gave you a painless death ."
"I see. Now, tell me where I'm going."
"You're in a world of Teyvat. A land filled with great mysteries to be explored. A place worthy of adventures, and exploring them will be utmost rewarding."
"I guess that will be more than enough. I have an adventure awaiting ahead. If we meet again in our travels, let's have some honningbrew mead." The blonde man smiled as he walked through the door.
"May your flowers bloom the brightest during the night sky. Dragonborn." The divine being bid farewell as the blonde man entered the door, revealing the blinding light again.
As the blinding white light flashes, it dims rapidly in a similar pattern to how an old television is switched off, losing all signs of light.
As the Dragonborn opened his eyes, he felt raindrops around his body as he felt cold droplets drop on the top of his skin while he laid down in the rain. The wind felt weak, as if it was soothing him. It is as if the wind is telling him to calm down. He smelled the green grass around him, remembering the smell of wet dirt and grass. He looked around and saw a place he had never seen before: a strange yet, nostalgic feeling as he looked at the cliffs and mountains of the area.
The drizzle started to stop as he looked around and noticed that he had worn nothing. However, as he looked at the puddle beside him, he noticed the reflection of himself. It reminded him of the time when he tried to cross the border; a twig. Not only that, but he has not felt any presence of the divines he got used to when he receives their blessings, such as Talos, nor does he even felt the heating presence of Meridia around him.
"Strange... It's been awhile since I felt their presence as if I had my curses removed." He said. Recalling the sensation of the times when he would receive blessings from them.
He held his face with his fingers, realizing that he looked ten years younger. A twig, yet, his well-built muscles that he used to have are still there. His scars are still around his body, reminding him that all his previous battles, his trauma, and as well as his previous wounds showed him how he became strong. What only changed was that his age has regressed ten years behind, which is evident when he saw his reflection, excluding the beard that he grew that made him disappointed because he had left it to grow for a bit. The rest still stayed the same, so he looked like an adolescent boy with well-toned muscles.
"Hahahahaha. Looks like I've almost lost my sense of self after that." He laughed as he proudly relieved the joints in his shoulder by moving them in a circular motion.
"Well, whatever the gods decide, I'll accept this. I was getting too old to go for adventures, but that would be fine. My journey is ahead of me and if any monster or damned Falmer or Rieklings get in my way, they won't stop me." He said as he continued his journey to the cliff.
He almost forgot that he had no clothes at all and no weapon to wield. It would be a bit too difficult for him to walk with many things exposed. However, he had not felt embarrassed about it since the number of times had he been stripped off by bandits, necromancers, even the Daedra.
Running through the forest, he had his first encounter with a living being, a wild boar approaching towards a plant bearing some fruit, sniffing ] and verifying if the fruit is edible or not. Erlund observed the boar as it ate the fruit.
Remembering the times he had to survive in the middle of a forest with no food, it is edible if an animal eats a plant or fruit. Though he had to eat it himself to test if the mushrooms in the forest only end up slowly suffocating from eating a white cap without even knowing its properties. He had to learn this by himself, but it didn't matter now since he is in a place where any food can be poisonous.
He watches as the boar eats another fruit from the tree that looks similar to an apple. As soon as the boar left, he rushed towards the tree and picked out the ones that the boar had not eaten yet.
He took a bite from the fruit he took from the tree. It tastes exactly like an apple, while the other fruit tastes like some sort of grape, but he could not put his finger on which one tastes similar in his homeland. However, he knew that it tasted really good and kept hold of it.
Looking back at the boar, mindlessly strolling along the cliff, he charges ahead to the boar, only for the boar to suddenly dodge him. He continued chasing the boar until he could catch him again with his arms. The boar tries to shake the naked man off from his hold, but the more it did, the man slowly starts to lose his breath due to forming a chokehold on the boar's neck. The strength of Erlund was not as capable as he was in Skyrim, but his forms and techniques are good enough to keep a hold on the boar. Boar started to lose its energy as it slowed down. It came to the point that it started to slump over until it fell, trying to inhale as much air as it can.
The boar starts to regain its energy as it catches its breath, but the Dragonborn finds a sharp rock beside the pig and holds it in his hand, pointing its sharp edge towards the giant pig. Raising his arm up to his head, he bashes the sharp rock on the boar's head with all his strength, making the pig squeal in pain. The sound of a skull being smashed muffled by the boar's fur is emitted in the forest.
BAM!
With the last loud sound of a sharp rock finally cracking the skull of the boar, it finally stopped its squeal.
Using the same sharp stone he used, he tried to create his tools for the meantime until he could find or craft a better tool.
The Dragonborn huffed as he had finished skinning the boar and for meat and clothing. Yet, it is not enough to cloth his whole body. At least it can cover the lower area.
"Heh. I looked like one of those gods-damned Forsworns that can't even dress like a civilized Nord." He said as he wore his boar skin clothing on his lower part, looking half Barbarian and half Forsworn-ish.
"Now, for some good boar meat." He said as he gathered sticks to create fire for his lunch.
After he gathered sticks, placed them all together, placed the pebbles around the fireplace, stretched his hands, and made a cup figure on his hand as if he was trying to summon something. Within a few seconds, fire is produced on his hand. The fluid-floating fire floats across his palms as if he is holding a fireball.
"Haha. All those elemental magic spells are still useful back in College of Winterhold. Somehow I saved the world for some reason without even being able to use those advanced magic." He whispered to himself after the last bit.
He lit up the fireplace and skewered the boar meat along with some fruits and edible mushrooms he found with sticks and placed them on top of the fire, and cooked them for a bit. After waiting for a while, he took his first bite and chewed the boar-mushroom skewer. Though the meat is rubbery and tough, cutting it into smaller bits is tough but with his experience in the kitchen and being able to manipulate a bit of the world with alteration, he cuts the meat with a well-sharpened stone knife.
"Dear gods, this tastes incredibly delicious." He complimented at his cooking as he kept some of the rest on his newly-made satchel.
He stood up and used his fireplace as his new temporary shelter for the time being. He continued exploring the forest, picking fruits and mushrooms for food while looking for other living animals along the way for some meat.
Passing through the bushes, he encountered another new creature he had never seen before. Humanoid creatures with black skin color. Darker than people who lived in Hammerfell, wearing some type of mask, and a huge amount of fur on their heads. What seems more interesting are the strange wooden huts built in that area.
"What in the Oblivion is that?" He asked himself, looking at a creature that looks like a dark Riekling.
The strange dark Riekling wearing a mask walks towards the nearby river as if it is trying to grab something out of the water. Erlund continued to watch behind the bush as the lone humanoid creature picked up things from the river, while the rest of the same creatures were doing some type of ritual in their tower, while the giant beast with black fur that is three times the size of the creature he saw earlier.
It seems that the giant creature with a shield in their hut appears to be that their leader orders those smaller humanoid beasts. One of the humanoids tried to pick with the large creature. It waves its hands along the face of it as if it is trying to agitate it, and so does the beast did. Annoyed by the Riekling-looking being, that creature swung its shield on the creature, flinging the poor creature towards the river, creating a huge splash on the lone Riekling creature.
"I guess that must have been their boss." Erlund noted it to himself.
He sneakily walks away from their location, hoping that no one will catch him. He slowly walks away, but as he slowly sneaks behind the trees to go back to his shelter, a twig has been snapped, alerting the Hilichurls in the area.
"Damn this Oblivion twig." He muttered. He tries his best to find a location where it is possible to hide from these Gods-damned creatures.
The giant creature searches through the bushes and the trees, looking at every nook and cranny to catch that intruder. It pulled up some of the large rocks and looked around it. After doing so, it threw the rock away and searched in another location.
It did not realize that the smaller rock beside the huge rock it threw was where Erlund was hiding all along. Taking advantage of the creatures searching in another location, he tried to sneak past them, but another lone Riekling creature caught him as he was about to leave the area.
It tried to call the rest, and the other creatures gathered to where it found him. Startled that Erlund got caught, he has no choice but to flee.
"Wuld, Nah Kest!"
He shouted, causing him to dash away from the creatures and ran as far as possible from them, hoping that they would not catch him.
Looking behind, they are not even able to catch up to his speed at all. He stayed a few hundred meters away from that location for a while since he might encounter them anyway.
"If only if I have my Daedric battleaxe back, this would have been done in a swift. Not even the Dark Brotherhood would see that coming." He returned to his shelter to take a rest for the night.
The next day
After resting for the night under the cliff, he woke up and readied his newly-made tools for hunting. Erlund even created his bow using the strings he had found and wrapped them around a sturdy stick.
"Alright, it seems sturdy. Might as well make some arrows." He said as he tried to create arrows out of some of the materials, he found off the cliff.
"Right. The damned Rieklings." He remembered those strange creatures he encountered the previous day.
Returning back to the location where he has last seen those humanoid creatures, he watches the same creatures that seem to be doing their usual tasks by watching over the horizon and laying on the floor. Some were doing some type of ritual as they circle around in their hut.
He saw the same creature walk to the same river as it continued to pick something from it.
Smiling that they seem to be doing the same thing they did as yesterday, Erlund pulled out his bow and grabbed his arrow. Pulling the string of the bow while simultaneously aiming at his lone target, he released the string, leaving out a huge whistling sound towards his target, instantly killing the creature as it slumped on the river.
While the other creatures are not looking, Erlund sneakily grabbed the humanoid being to the nearby bush and hid its body to not attract the others.
"I must find a way to kill this monster." He muttered as he tried to scavenge through whatever he could find on this monster. The only thing he could obtain from it was its mask and some type of horn. He kept it as well, thinking of ways to conquer this being.
"Without any good weapon, I would instantly die from this. I guess I need to use some Magicka to set a trap for this." He said as he started chanting and created a fire rune and planted it on the ground near the bush where the body is placed.
"This will do." He said as he placed the corpse nearby it, hiding the rune in a well-hidden location where the body can be seen, and the rune is not.
As the large creature notices one of its minions is found lying beside the bush, it approaches the dead minion and tries to find anything under it.
What is only greeted are none other than a strange fire rune, confused as to why there is such a glowing circle material is under the body.
It tries to touch the glowing thing but then suddenly, a huge explosion is emitted from it, creating a large black smoke and flinging the giant monster to its back. Right after this, Erlund jumps out of the bush and swings his axe on the neck of the giant creature, making a large cut on its neck, bleeding out the large monster.
As it tries to stand up while holding its neck, it grabs hold on its shoulder like a support, but the blood on its neck does not stop flowing due to the huge cut the Dragonborn gave. In a span of thirty seconds, the giant humanoid monster trying to stand up on its feet slowly flops to the ground, losing its color in the process.
Other humanoid creatures that watched their boss fall picked up their clubs and charges towards the Dragonborn. While the two picked up a ranged weapon that looks similar to a crossbow.
"Eight... Nine... Ten..." Erlund counted his enemies then took out two of the hilichurls with his bow leaving six left in front while the two holding crossbows are on the tower.
The six that had already approached him started to surround him in all directions. He swings his axe to the hilichurl in front of him and tries to get out of the situation he is in as he rolls forward.
Both of the hilichurls wielding crossbows aimed their weapon, ready to pull the trigger on their enemy, however with his fast movements, their arrows are dodged swiftly, and doing so, they ended up shooting one of their allies.
Using his voice, he inhaled and readied his shout facing himself towards the hilichurls and their base.
"Fus... Ro Dah!"
He shouts, leaving off a trail of a shockwave that pushed all the hilichurls in one direction.
As soon as they landed, he swiftly approached them and slashed their upper body with a quick cut, easily finishing them off one by one making sure that none of them stands up.
He swiftly wiped a camp of hilichurls near his area.
"Those creatures are not that different to those gods-forsaken Rieklings." He muttered to himself as he rummaged through all the belongings that they had.
A few horns, some clubs, and broken masks.
"I guess it's time to find some more food while I'm here." He said as he continued gathering for food.
A few weeks later
"I think it's time to explore further." Erlund said as he readied up to explore further from the forest and along the other cliffs.
"For a new world such as this, I've never seen such an open area filled with cliff compared to Skyrim." He said as he mapped out the area.
"Hmm... I do recall that there is a huge city sitting in the middle of a lake." He cupped his chin and looked up, remembering that a city like that exists.
He readied his leather bag, his primitive axe made of stone, his bow, and bits of tools he made along the way for survival. He even carried a small pouch filled with Mora when he found a ferret running with a bag filled with coins.
He looked at the coins and wondered if these have the same value as the septims were back in Skyrim.
"These coins sure do feel kind of heavy." He said as he juggled the pouch combined that with the sounds of coins clinking.
After he returned the pouch to his pocket, he heard a scream coming from a nearby cliff.
"Help!" The voice of a man yelling from afar reached the ears of Erlund.
Erlund rushed to where he heard the man screaming for help and there he saw a man covering his head, surrounded by slimes attacking him in all directions.
Looking at the slimes, he swung his axes on each of the slimes, repelling each from the attacked person. After doing so, he swung his axe in a circling motion to keep them away from the man ducking his head.
As soon as they slowly lose their form and left nothing but their smaller and lifeless form, Erlund picked them up and placed them in his leather pouch.
"T-thank you kind sir. I did not expect that there would be slimes in this area. Oh, and the name is Jack." The man thanked Erlund with his hands clasped together and his head bowed.
"Slimes? So that's what they're called. Strange creatures made of some type of jelly. I thought they tasted sweet as well but I ended up spitting it out." Erlund said as he scratched his head.
"You're a strange one. You don't look like you live around here, but at the same time you seem to live here for quite a while. So what's your name?" Jack chuckled a bit then asked the Dragonborn.
"My name's Erlund, and well, I was actually planning to go to that city sitting on that lake. I might be needing some things." He said.
"That city? You seem new here then despite living here for a while. That place is called Mondstadt. Everyone is welcome there and the Knights of Favonius may as well welcome you as you enter." Jack said as he explained the city Erlund is going to.
"Oh, I see... Mondstadt. It looks like one of those Cyrodiilic castles I've heard back in Skyrim..." He said as he thought of how similar the architecture of the castles are compared to the Imperial city he heard.
"Cyrodiilic? I never heard those before. You came from a far place?"
"Indeed," Erlund responded.
"Oh, umm, they would be welcome to see a new face in the city. You should try out their food, such as Sticky Honey Roast. They taste really sweet and can keep you up the entire day if you eat enough of it."
"Hmm... I see. Well, I guess I-"
"Oh, and before you go. Take these as my thanks. I won't be needing this more than you." He gave the Dragonborn a pouch of Mora as well.
"Oh... Alright, thanks then. May the gods bless you in your travels." Erlund said as he left to take his journey to the city.
He took on his hike along the cliffs and saw a massive creature in the middle of the cliff.
A blue dragon with six wings, being calmed by a boy?
Erlund hid under the bushes, hoping they wouldn't notice him as he planned to sneak past the two.
"A... Dragon? Is he also a Dragonborn?" Erlund watches as the boy caresses the dragon as if he is trying to tame it.
"It's okay... I'm back..." He said as he placed his hand on the nose of the dragon.
However, a loud sound is emitted on the, startling the two. The Dragonborn held his breath, hoping that they wouldn't catch him.
"Who's there?" The boy asked as he turned his head towards where the sound came from, but the dragon, startled by the strange sound, roared loudly and tried to slash the boy with its claws, then spread its wings, fleeing from the place away from the scene.
The boy in green bard outfit then emits a glowing aura, then disappears right after being detected.
"What in Oblivion... Is that bard some type of Dragonborn?" He asked himself as he realized that the sound did not come from location. They were looking away from his direction, revealing that someone else was also watching the boy and the dragon.
"Phew... It's a good thing Paimon grab hold of your hair... Thanks!" The strange floating humanoid said.
"It's a good thing that dragon didn't notice us." The boy with blonde and braided hair said.
"Just what was that? Paimon thought we were gonna get eaten." The strange floating human said.
"Strange... I guess dragons are just as common as the time they have had awaken back in Skyrim. It certainly is interesting. I must head to the city right now." Erlund thought in his mind, planning to do with what he should do.
Scanning the area, he heads near the castle leaving the blonde-haired braided boy and some small creature that floats like a summoned atronach doing their business.
He approached the city and is greeted by a camp of hilichurls armed with crossbows and clubs a few meters near the bridge.
"Are they setting up a siege? That's strange..." He said, knowing that maybe they are some type of intelligent beings that plan to take the city. However, the number of them is so few that it seems pointless to take the city with that many hilichurls.
Approaching the camp with his two-handed stone axe ready, he rushes forward and takes his first enemy's life with his swing raised high and pummels the poor monster's head off, startling the rest of the hilichurls. As they surrounded him, he made a sideways power attack which uses his whole body and arms to swing his axe in 360 degrees, completely annihilating the surrounded enemies. Taking out one by one with each strike, he effectively used his momentum to take out with a powerful strike the same way he took a whole group of bandits camping in Bleak Falls Barrow.
"Whatever these monsters are doing, I know they are not this intelligent, but those citizens would be in danger if they remain here." He said as he sheathes his axe as he walked towards the bridge of Mondstadt.
When he closes in the gate of Mondstadt, he is greeted by two guards with their spears on their hands.
"Greetings, strange, yet respectable traveler. It is not a good time to be here, there is a sighting of a dragon nearby and we, the Knights of Favonius, are in high alert." One of the guards saluted.
"I see... A dragon, well, if it's dragons I may be able to help take out them. Just give out the bounty and I will gladly take them out." Erlund proudly said as he laughs.
"You are clearly strange, traveler. You must be exhausted then. You can go to take a rest in the inn nearby, or you can go eat in Angel's Share where you can taste the finest wine made in Mondstadt. Sadly, businesses are closed for now due to the dragon sightings nearby. You are still welcome in Mondstadt for stay." The guard said as he scratched his head.
"Hmm... This is not the first time I've encountered this thing to happen in a city." Erlund muttered as he placed his hand on his chin.
"What? So you're saying this is not a common occurrence in your place?" The guard asked.
"Well, it's a long story. I need a place to stay, so if I would be exploring this city for a bit." The Dragonborn replied, then entered the city of Mondstadt.
Looking at the place, it has a different feel. As if this place is made by Bretons or has a bit of an Imperialistic design as well. He looked at his left and saw a bearded man striking his hammer on molten metal, and a young man beside him carried what seemed to be swords, claymore, and spears.
Erlund approaches the blacksmith as he takes notes of how he smiths the weapons for Mondstadt. The bearded man striking his hammer for the last bits of the weapon gazed his eyes at a barbarian with blonde hair and blue eyes due to how primitive his clothings are.
"If you are here to beg for Mora, you might as well go to other places. If you are here to ask for a weapon, I have too many customer requests to fulfill." The bearded man said.
"I see... I am sorry for disturbing your work, but your craftsmanship for these weapons is really well-made. Who taught you these." Erlund asked sincerely.
"I have no room for compliments, but my father and my grandpa taught me how to keep the fires lit up."
"So, about the dragon sightings... How bad is it?"
"I don't care about the dragon. I will still make these weapons and armor for Mondstadt as long as I'm standing here." He said as he struck the last bits of steel.
"Well... Actually, I'd like to borrow some of your materials and your workshop for a bit." Erlund requested.
"What? Borrowing my workshop? Listen that sounds ridiculous coming from you. I do not take any more apprentices that have yet held or wielded a hammer. I have too many requests to have you borrow this." The bearded man, annoyed by Erlund's ridiculous request.
"How about this? I'll help you with your request. Then I'll be borrowing it for a while." The Dragonborn asked him.
"Didn't you listen to what I said? Now get out and quit wasting my time!" The bearded man agitated that a barbarian wasn't even listening to what he said earlier, didn't look at the Dragonborn only to realize that he was not in front of him this whole time.
"What in the Seven?" The blacksmith was confused as he looked behind and saw the Dragonborn, grabbing the raw materials from his apprentice's hand and cast them on the fireplace.
"Tsk. Fine. You better make sure these are good quality." He said as he continued pummeling the steel.
The Dragonborn, knowing very well every property of metal he used to forge, picked up another anvil, placed it on the side of the workplace, and grabbed a spare hammer sitting beside the fireplace.
He strikes the molten steel with precise hits, recreating the times he made his own weapons from the time he spent all his time forging thousands of weapons such as daggers, blades, swords, maces, and such. Forging these weapons, he forged the swords he tried to recreate back in Skyrim, which looked similar to Imperial swords and spears. Though the design is not exactly as he recalled it, it fits the description of what an imperial weapon is.
Not only that, but the speed of creating these weapons and tools is at an incredibly fast rate, as if he knows exactly where to strike and when these are to cool it.
Lacking one of the tools that Erlund is accustomed to, he finds it strange that there is no way that they have a grindstone or some way to sharpen a material. He didn't mind about it, but he created a simple machine, and while doing so, he carves the sandstone in a circular motion, recreating what seems to be a wheel of sandstone. He placed it on top of the contraption and pressed the pedal, making what seemed to be a grindstone that he usually remembers.
He sharpened the weapons he made and carefully handed them to his apprentice.
"This design is... completely foreign. Your techniques in smithing is really incredible in terms of speed, but you are very careful and precise. You must have known a thing about smithing after all." The bearded man complimented.
"Of course. I learned all of these myself after a good friend of mine from Whiterun taught me its basics. I taught myself after the basics." He laughed as he placed the last of the tools.
"Incredible. How long did it take to learn how to make such an amazing quality of weapons." The blacksmith's apprentice, Schulz, asked as his eyes sparked.
"Well... After making countless iron daggers and imperial swords and melting them right away as i made it, then doing it again until the properties become impure. Then I find their materials and purify them. I do it until I was able to make a weapon strong enough for me to wield." Erlund said.
"Aren't you just wasting materials after using them right away? And would it be a shame if you just keep melting those swords that you have created?" The bearded man, slightly annoyed by the number of materials this strange man wasted.
"Well, it is for the sake of experimenting with different types of techniques I can make." Erlund shrugged.
"Hmm... You have a point. Since you have done half of my work, you can borrow my workshop for now. Just don't waste all the materials left here. The name is Wagner. Mondstadt's best blacksmith." Wagner greeted Erlund.
"I am Erlund. It was a pleasure to help you for the time being." He smiled, then walked at the back of the forge and took some of the white iron chunks he found and placed them in the fire.
He forged himself a weapon that suits for himself. A weapon that truly describes his homeland. A battleaxe with a head as sharp as a razor, a large tooth behind that looks like a tooth of a wolf, and a handle half of his height with leather wrapped along with it. A weapon that reminded him of when he first forged the materials before crafting the best weapon he had. An iron battleaxe
He then forged himself an armor that had the strangest design Wagner had seen. It is not as aesthetically pleasing compared to the armor worn by the guards in front of the castle. He bands the armor around himself. He wore his hAnch is an iron armor with two horns poking out. It reminds him of the time he explores countless dungeons and caves wearing the armor.
"That is... an armor I have never seen before and that helmet. I have never seen that type of design before. You clearly do not belong in any of the nearest places in Mondstadt. Who are you?" Wagner crosses his arm, skeptical by the presence of the Dragonborn wearing his full iron armor.
"I am just an adventurer. I will be looking forward to creating more soon if I say so." Erlund said as he happily got the feel of nostalgia wearing the same iron armor he wore back when he was a twig. Stumbling on the forest, struggling against just a heap of giant spiders, and get to have a sense of adrenaline as he discovers the cave filled with Falmers. All of those memories went back to his head, reminding himself of who he is and where he is right now.
He swings his battleaxe a couple of times and gets the feels of it when he first strikes it to a dragon he first encountered back in Whiterun.
"Speaking of dragons... I must get the information first of where I am and about that dragon." He suddenly remembered.
"Wagner, where should I find clues of the dragon?" Erlund asked.
"You may as well ask the Acting Grand Master of Favonius, or any of the higher-ups of what is going on. I doubt that they would entertain an audience with you since you are just a foreign traveler with no connection to this." He said.
"Maybe it might be connected to me. Who knows?" The Dragonborn wondered, but all of a sudden, the skies suddenly changed color.
The sky, as blue and bright as the lake of Mondstadt, turned into a greenish fog that covered the entire sky.
A roar is heard coming out of the walls of the castle, and in a whim, the sighting of the six-winged blue dragon flies upwards as it tries to circle around the city.
"Dear gods... A dragon!" One of the civilians shouted.
The sounds of people screaming are heard as they run for their lives from the giant flying lizard.
"It's that damned creature again. I have never seen a dragon with six wings before." Erlund said as he readies battleaxe.