I looked through what I had for this story and decided I could upload a short chapter, but it'll be the last for a while. I'm going to be focusing a lot more on Omicron.
An hour later, which was spent sitting on a rock as the townspeople clearly didn't want Alric coming any closer, a woman approached him.
Alric looked up, seeing a green-skinned creature with brown eyes, braided black hair, and large tusks in her mouth. She was armored in primal black and green armor, covered in hard and sharp edges, and a black plume hanging proudly from the back of her helmet.
And she was armed with a large battleaxe of the same metal, with a similarly primitive yet brutal design. Her face gaze was hard, with only a message clear: don't even think of standing.
He did not, only waiting for her to speak first.
Mornth Kaslslag gripped her battleaxe tightly, ready to cut this spellsword in half if he tried anything.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
She could see nothing beneath his strange armor, yet she knew very well he was watching her.
"I am Alric." he answered simply.
Mornth growled. She needed more than that and he knew it.
"Why are you here? What were you doing with Alduin?"
"Alric" turned, looking off to where Alduin had flown away.
"Fighting."
Another simple answer. He was no simpleton, as he was clearly a very powerful mage, but his reluctance to give real answers boiled her blood.
Mornth suddenly slammed the head of her axe deep into the dirt, mere inches from the spellsword, though he didn't even flinch.
She glared at him, conveying all her rage through just a stare.
Finally, he did something. He stood, very abruptly, and in a feat of incredible speed and strength grasped her battleaxe by the head and ripped it both out of the ground and her grasp, turning it over into his grip.
Mornth was stunned. Now she was disarmed, and Alric was holding her weapon in one hand as though it weighed nothing.
Then he tossed it back to her, and spoke.
"I am a dragonslayer. I care not whether you believe me, but I also wield the power of gods. And my prey, my true prey, is Alduin. I see the evil and darkness in him, and so I will destroy him."
The Dragonborn stared at him apprehensively.
Alric continued. "And I need your help. I think we are evenly matched, but even if I could defeat him I cannot take or destroy his soul. It seems only you have that power."
Mornth now understood what he intended. But…
"It is not so easy. Alduin will have retreated to Sovngarde now, the afterlife of the nords."
Alric "hmm"ed. "Yes, that will be very difficult for those of the living to reach."
She grimaced and shook her head. "He has a portal that can take us there. But the place can only be reached by a dragon. So we must capture one."
Huh. Capture a dragon?
"And how do we do that?" he asked carefully. The orc seemed quick to anger, although in hindsight he hadn't been very forthcoming with his answers.
Given that he never held real conversation before, even with Siegward. Idly, he wondered what his fellow Warrior of Sunlight would do in this situation. Probably take up a drink for a battle well fought, and take a nap before scaling the mountain itself for his foe.
Alric chuckled silently.
Thankfully the dragonborn cooled somewhat, and responded with a question.
"How do you know I am the Dragonborn?"
Alric paused. A fair question. The rumors were many, and the tales told of a nord man, which this warrior was clearly not. He had simply deduced it, given she descended from the mountain that Alduin was glaring so hatefully at. And she had this aura about her. Something beyond mortality, but that of undead or gods.
Something in between.
"I guessed." he answered honestly.
The Dragonborn grumbled, but seemed to accept this. She held out her hand in greeting, although also gripping her battleaxe quite tightly at the same time.
"I am Mornth Kaslslag." she stated proudly, yet firmly.
Alric clasped his hand with hers.
"I am Alric, the Warrior of Sunlight." he responded.
Mornth raised a brow. "A follower of Sunlight? I thought your sort stayed out of this? Something about the sanctity of dragons."
Alric was confused. He had learned that Akatosh was not only a dragon himself, but had some connection to the sun. Yet he was rather sure that such devout followers of the Aedra would still step in to combat the dragon threat. Apparently not.
"You may find this difficult to believe," he started, "But I am actually from another world."
Mornth continued to stare with an expression he couldn't quite place. So he continued.
"In my world, some dragons are worshipped. But most are hunted by the Warriors of Sunlight. The lightning we conjure is not sorcery of any kind, but miracles of the gods, imparted to us to aid in battle."
"And how does golden lightning help more than normal sparks?" Mornth asked unbelievingly.
Despite himself, Alric bristled a bit, something that Mornth seemed to notice as she tensed.
"The lightning we wield is the mortal weakness of dragons." he said proudly. "It has the ability to peel away the scales of immortal dragons, and greatly damage their lesser cousins. And I assure you, they are not mere sparks."
Mornth smirked. "I see. Well, you should know I do have a plan to capture a dragon. In fact, I also know exactly which dragon to capture."
He was impressed (a little).
"How?"
She looked far to the north, where Alric could see a large city. The very same city that immediately drew his attention the first time he warped here.
"In Whiterun. Dragon's Reach was made to capture a dragon." she answered.
"Hmm." That might be a problem…
"What?" she asked with another smirk. "Afraid of crowds?"
Well...better get it out of the way.
"I am not wanted there." he sighed. "Because I am Undead."
Mornth immediately raised her battleaxe and moved into a battle stance. In response, Alric's hand went to his axe, but did not draw it.
"Who is your master?" she demanded harshly.
Alric only shook his head. "I have none. The Undead of my world are cursed, but we are not bound to any master. Even the few necromancers of my world wouldn't raise anything but skeletons, in fear of the power Undead hold."
Mornth stepped forward, ready to swing. "And what power is that?"
He met her eyes without flinching. They were fierce and angry, but not afraid.
"Darkness."
She watched him for a moment, then suddenly bashed him with her axe, which he just barely dodged.
She hissed. "I have the power that Alduin fears. My strength is far beyond his or yours, creature. Leave my world and never return."
Brave, determined, but far too headstrong and stubborn. The fall of many a great warrior.
"I do not believe that you are beyond Alduin." he said honestly.
The Dragonborn snarled and raised her axe to him, and this time Alric drew his own and grasped his talisman.
"Because I assure you, you are not beyond me."
In an instant she shouted, "Fus Ro Dah!"
The force of the shout threw him back a short distance, but he rolled with it and summoned a weak lightning spear.
Mornth sprinted towards him, trying to just run through it, but her armor did little to protect her from it. Even such a weaker miracle made her stumble back, her guard momentarily broken.
Alric walked forward, running his talisman over his axe and blessing it with Lothirc's holy light, and swung for her arm when he could.
Mornth gritted her teeth and blocked his strike with the shaft of her axe, then swept it across in a wide arc. While this normally would've decapitated several men, Alric ducked under her and slashed her leg.
She snarled again as the lightning coursed through her armor and spun with another shout, "Yol Toor Shul!"
She may as well have screamed it, as an inferno as hot and furious as Chaos swept over him from mere inches away, setting all the grass and small trees nearby alight.
Yet Alric only raised his arm and weathered it, slightly inclining his head so no embers might sting his eyes.
When the blaze was over, Alric was still standing strong, while Mornth's eyes widened.
He didn't give her a chance to react, crossing arms together and recalling a particularly ancient tale…
And men gasped and shrieked in fear as the Heir of Sunlight unleashed his wrath upon them, crushing not just their armor and weapons, but very souls as well.
The Wrath of the Gods exploded out of his talisman, breaking Mornth's battleaxe in two and throwing her far across the field, where she landed in a pitiful heap.
When she pressed herself off the ground, brought to her knees in a single attack, she was not afraid. She had no respect for a greater warrior, nor did she even begin to ask what he did.
Mornth was enraged. With a mighty roar she shouted into the earth, "Dur Neh Viir!"
Alric blinked as a swirling vortex momentarily filled the space between them, and the shape of a dragon emerged from it.
"Ah, Dovahkiin! Once again I thank you for freeing me."
So, the dragonslayer had made allies of dragons? Alric might have called her a hypocrite, were it not for the revelation that the Nameless King, the deity that all Warriors of Sunlight worshipped, had done the very same.
Nevertheless, Alric summoned a Sunlight Spear, hoping to end this quickly.
The dragon, Durnehviir he guessed, grinned at him. "Ah, and who is this? A powerful foe no doubt."
He laughed confidently. "Fear not my friend, for I will devour his soul swiftly."
Alric threw his spear at Durnehvirr's head, but he avoided it with a quick duck.
"Ah, a spellsword? And very powerful! Diil Qoth Zaam!"
Dark powers filled the air as three creatures emerged from similar vortexes, a skeleton with a longbow, a...creature whose upper half was bones, while the lower half was black mist, and a third skeleton who was clad in heavy armor and wielding an iron battleaxe.
The dragon stomped forward, still grinning, as Mornth seethed behind him, apparently too wounded to join in.
Alric eyed them warily, once more blessing his axe and casting Bountiful Light.
"I see you are unfamiliar with these creatures, despite being undead yourself." Durnehviir said casually.
Alric snapped his gaze to the dragon, slowly gathering Sunlight around his Talisman again as he whispered in prayer.
"Oh great God of War, Firstborn of the Sun, Nameless King of his loyal warriors…"
"The archer is a boneman, the wraith a mistman, and the brute a wrathman." Durnehviir explained, as though in passing conversation. "All creatures whose souls were taken by the Cairn, like you. Though I'm very intrigued as to how you escaped into your physical form again…"
"...give me strength to slay these Dark monsters. Give me courage to stand against them."
He raised his talisman above, invoking the Oath of Sunlight, feeling the warm power invigorate him.
The dragon gave a twisted smile. "I will know, when I tear your soul from your body. I'm certain the Ideal Masters will have many words for you."
This is not a battle he can afford to lose anymore. Alric knew little of the soul-trapping magic this world had, but he knew with certainty that if Durnehviir killed him, he would not rise at the bonfire. His world would be doomed to the Abyss, and he himself would likely suffer eternal agony at the hands of these "Ideal Masters."
Therefore, he conjured the most powerful Sunlight Spear he could, without restraint, and hurled it into the boneman.
The skeleton's bones all charred black immediately as it exploded, making Durnehviir jump and turn away from the shards of bone that peppered his scales.
"Such power…" he murmured, turning back as the Wrathman and Mistman charged. "How can a joor…?"
Alric stepped back to avoid a swing of the Wrathman's axe, and followed up with one of his own that decapitated it.
Kicking the collapsing corpse away, he turned to the Mistman, who started throwing frost spikes towards him.
Pulling his shield, Alric blocked a few of them while he shifted his talisman to his right hand, and summoned another Sunlight Spear.
Waiting for a break in the assault, the moment it came he immediately dropped his shield and hurled the spear, obliterating the Mistman.
In two minutes, the three shambling abominations Durnehviir had summoned were gone, and Alric drank from his Ashen Estus, staring down his opponent.
"...hmm…" was all Durnehviir had to say, as Alric suddenly sprinted towards him, ready to end this as soon as possible.
Before Alric could attack, Durnehviir shouted "Gaan Lah Haas!"
There was no avoiding it, so even as his life force was ripped from his body Alric was casting Great Heal. It drained much of his stamina, but still he cast Soothing Sunlight to continue replenishing his vitality.
Durnehviir frowned at his foe's resilience, breathing a wave of bone-chilling frost across him.
Alric gasped as frostbite came over him, but managed to push himself to his feet, thankful for his Chloranthy Ring that still provided enough stamina to continue fighting.
In one hand he gripped his Dragonslayer Axe tightly, and in the other he summoned a Lightning Stake, which he pushed with all his might into Durnehviir's chest.
The elder dragon gave a choking gasp, stumbling back as his scales were ripped away, as was some of the flesh beneath, leaving a gaping, bleeding wound.
"W-what?" he stuttered, "How can you...with a single spell-!"
"You have no idea who-no, what I am, Durnehviir." Alric said back, once more casting the Oath of Sunlight before blessing his axe.
"D-Diil-"
Before Durnehviir could finish, Alric cast Vow of Silence, preventing the necromantic dragon from summoning more creatures.
Like Alduin before him, Durnehviir choked, unable to speak, as Alric raised his axe high and buried it to the shaft in the wyvern's skull. Not long after, the dragon's body seemed to rapidly melt and rot, until he was gone.
Leaving Alric alone with Mornth once more. But now Alric was no longer an undead clad in old armor. He shrugged off the ragged cloak and unstrapped it from his armor, revealing the black steel of the Drakeblood Knights.
Then he approached Mornth in three steps, glaring down at her.
"You cannot defeat Alduin alone." he said harshly.
But his voice softened, slightly. "But I will still aid you. Once you have captured a dragon, bring him to me, and together we will chase Alduin into Sovngarde...and end him."
Without waiting for her answer, Alric turned and left, returning to a bonfire that had appeared where Durnehviir fell. He lit it, warping back to Firelink where he hoped his anger would cool.
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