The Last River, The North, 3rd Moon of 275 AC*

After leaving the Stark camp, Ragnar traveled through The North towards Skagos; his journey, till now, was uneventful. He didn't stumble into any traps or any bandits… till now, there is.

During his time cutting through the heart of The North, Ragnar decided to test his power; he cast a fireball at a nearby tree, obliterating it… after that, he knew his magic was working. He felt it in his bones, and how could he not? He was probably one of, if not THE, most powerful mage there ever was; his talent for the arcane was unquestionably feared and admired by all of Tamriel, as was his skill with the Sword, axe, or hammer for the matter. Ragnar deduced that all the items he possessed in Skyrim could be summoned; he didn't know where, but he knew it worked just like any kind of conjuration.

Ragnar learned a lot about the North during his time exploring it. During these three months or moons as they call them here, he would always look for an inn to sleep when he was feeling tired from the journey, and by doing that, he would always end up talking to innkeepers and locals. He would speak of his mission and how he planned on changing Skagos, the locals for most of the time felt indifferent to it all, but they ALL welcomed this whole "make the North Strong and great" idea eagerly; some even promised to visit the Island once it was "pacified." The most strange thing for Ragnar was that no one seemed to doubt him or his capabilities to accomplish his mission, he found it mildly disturbing when Lord Stark just told him to go and subjugate the Island by himself, but he attributed this to the fact he had wiped out ten wildlings in less than 30 seconds. Ragnar didn't know it, but something about him made people believe he was capable of everything; it was almost "divine-ish." Another thing Ragnar found strange was that all his 17 million septins became gold dragons… he didn't know how exactly it happened, but he found it helpful nonetheless.

It was the first time since he departed from the Stark Camp that Ragnar decided to camp instead of trying to find a town or an Inn to sleep in. He decided to camp at a river bank of The Last river. "The Last River" is a famous river of the north, it cuts through the easternmost part of the Northern Territory, and if managed well, it could become an important part for the Skagos/rets of The North trade relations.

Ragnar had just finished setting up his makeshift tent and lit the fire; he didn't even need to go out to get firewood as he summoned them from whatever place his stuff from Skyrim was. Ragnar felt a cold breeze touching his face, and as a good Nord, he took a deep breath and smiled at it, as it reminded him of home. Ragnar was wearing a black tunic with a leather vest on top of it, his trousers were black, and he was also wearing a black bear's fur cloak, it looked rather menacing, and although it was a fur cloak, it didn't make him look savage or barbaric, it made him look like a Lord of The North, which he was.

Ragnar had been seated by the fire for hours thinking about how to proceed with his conquest; he couldn't call Odahviing; as powerful as the old dragon was, he could not breach through dimensions or space-time to get to him, and a Dragon would help him a lot in his conquest, not that the dragon had more destructive power than him it was more about how the people of Westeros respected/feared Dragons… it was then that Ragnar had an idea…

"DUR NEH VIIR," he shouted, and for a moment, nothing seemed to happen, but then, out of nothing, an undead dragon appeared in front of Ragnar.

"Qahnaarin thuri, I have answered your call," The undead dragon said with a contemplative, a little confused, and somewhat pained expression on his rotten scaly face. Before Ragnar could say anything, the Dragon once again spoke.

"Qahnaarin thuri, you have freed me from the ideal masters; there are no words to describe how Dun, grateful, I am… but without mulaag, without their power, I shall face Oblaan, my death. Kogaan Dovahkiin thuri, I shall face death as a free Dovah." The Dragon then bowed, but Ragnar would not have it this way.

"Geh, Durnehviir, Losai fent luft Oblaan Stin Dov nuz ni nu… Slen Tiid Vo!"[1] Ragnar shouted at the Dragon, and from his month came a golden light that hit the dragon and illuminated the dark night

The Last River, The North, 3rd moon of 275 AC

The night Ragnar resurrected Durnervir would forever be known as the turning point for magic in Planetos; that event didn't bring magic back, but it was felt by all magical creatures (the children, the giants, some creatures in sothoryos) they would regard this day as the day the world itself obeyed someone's will, they wouldn't know how or where but they felt it nonetheless.

Once the golden light faded away, Durnehvirr body began to change, his rotten skin became lively again, his eyes, who long ago lost their light, became bright again, so bright it seemed to be on fire… and with the Dovahkiin's blessing and through his power Durnehvirr lived once again.

He now had dark gray scales similar to a cloud on a stormy day, his eyes were as blue as the lightning Ragnar would shoot at his enemies, and his teeth were as white as snow itself; as he breathed, steam could be seen coming out of his snout… Durnehvirr was alive, and he planned on letting the world know it…

"Qahnaarin thuri, Zu'u lost nid rot… Hi, zey dii laas zek… Zu'u vaat voknau dii sil ahrk rith, ko faan do dii bormah ahrk ok bormah us Zu'u vaat wah mahfaeraak kiibok hi ahrk hin. Dovahkiin, dii thur, nox hi!" Said the Dragon, Ragnar noticed that the dragon's head was lowered, and his wings dropped forward in a draconian bow of some sort.

" Zu'u eim hin mir ahrk midrot, nuz hin faan nid lingrahiik kovon hi Durnehvirr, hi praag yun gein ahrk Zu'u fent birgah hi gein"

(I accept your allegiance and loyalty, but your name no longer fits you, Durnehvirr, you need a new one, and I shall provide you one)

Ragnar said as he channeled his thu'um into his words; this action made the ground shake and the winds uneasy… the river became more violent, and so did the sky.

"Hi came wah daar lein ol Durnehvirr nuz hi fent lahney ko nii ol Midstinul mid fahdon ulse stin"

(You came to this world as Durnehvirr, but you shall live in it as Midstinul, a loyal friend eternally free)

Ragnar said as he continued to Chanel his thu'um as he spoke.

"Hear my voice, hear your name and feel it in your bones if you are worthy," Said Ragnar, and by this point, the whole north was experiencing a storm never seen before, the skies were thunderous, and flashes of lightning could be seen traveling in the clouds, the wind shook every and each one of the trees in the north, the rain, to everyone's surprise, wasn't cold, some people would even claim it was warm, wolves could be heard howling from a distant place, it was as if they were showing respect for something or someone.

" MID STIN UL"

(Loyal Free Eternal)

Ragnar shouted to the skies above, and the gods could only contemplate in silence as the world heard Midstinul's name

"Qahnaarin thuri, Zu'u hon hin zul, Zu'u fraan dii faan ko dii qeth. Zu'u los Midstinul, hon dii zul thuri ahrk mindok hin aar los bahlaan do nahlii ko hin zaamhus)"

(Qahnaarin thuri, I hear your voice, I feel my name in my bones. I am Midstinul; hear my voice thuri and know your servant is worthy of being in your servitude) The dragon once known as Durnehvirr was now Midstinul, and for him, this day was the greatest day of his really long life.

"Yes, Midstinul, you are worthy! But we forget the traditions; there are formalities which need to be observed at the first meeting of two of the dov. By long tradition, the elder speaks first; let me hear your thu'um," Ragnar said as he prepared himself for being bathed in fire, not that it would warm him; Midstinul had no intention of harming him, and thus his thu'um would not hurt him.

"Geh, Thuri, I had forgotten myself…" said Midstinul as he raised his neck and prepared to unleash his thu'um on the Dovahkiin

"YOL TOOR SHUL" Midstinul shouted at Ragnar, and a fire inferno engulfed him; after the fire stream ceased, Ragnar shouted back at his dragon friend

"YOL TOOR SHUL," and once again, a fire inferno emerged, but this time it hit the dragon, who was taken aback by the power behind Ragna's Thu'um…

"Geh thuri, your Thu'um is stronger than ever. But tell me thuri, why did you call me here?" Midstinul asked with a distinguishable satisfied "face."

"Well, you see... "

Ragnar woke up feeling better than ever; he felt relieved after he used his Thu'um yesterday; it was like he had been caring a 2-ton iron block in his back and just let it go.

Ragnar told Midstinul about this new world and his expectations for him; the dragon seemed to understand, and if he had any complaints, he didn't voice them… after their talk, Ragnar told his dragon friend to go beyond the wall and hunt an excellent pray to satisfy his hunger. Ragnar asked Midstinul to return by the morrow, he planned to use the dragon to fly to Skagos, and with his help and intimidation skills, he would conquer the Island in only one day…