Elder Scrolls Fanfiction

Rasmus And Salmar Meet The Daedric Princes

Made By The Teamwork Of Trolldragonborn & Sandkings321

[Sandkings321] - Hello my friends and fans hope you like the first chapter of this chapter and hopefully you don't flame me or my friend Trolly to much we need love…after that redguard slapped me for possibly grope her "treasure chest" for her taste hehehehe. *Sandkings321 face and right cheek has red handprint and couple of brusie

[Trolldragonborn] - You perverted bastard. How dare you treat a woman like that and act like they are only for sex. Now that you excuse me i am going to have some fun time with a male orc and a female argonian. Good day sir. *Troll then walks away holding the waists of a male orc and a female argonian while smoking his cigar filled with skooma.*

[Sandkings321] - *Crying anime tear at the hot argonian woman that trolly holding. " How just how did you get a goddamn argonian women to slept with you while i get bitch slapped and get kicked in the dick."

[Troll.] - "Charisma my friend...charisma." *Troll said before he then walked into a inn room. That night was a night of love...and being bisexual.*

[Sand] *Drink himself stupid and tried his luck again with that redguard women.


Disclaimer

Disclaimer

Sandkings321 & Trolldragonborn don't own The Elder Scrolls Series only OC and this is not non-profit fanfiction

[Troll.] - If i owned the Elder Scrolls series i would do a Fallout Skyrim crossover game.

[Sand] - Orgy and harem for me and my bros ;-]


Chapter Two

In the dirt the sound of boots crunching the dirt and peeble, the clinking of arms, the swooshed of magically enhanced robes. These sound come from two male humanoid. One is a young adult with his hair tied back in a topknot and it medium length, thick stubble beard. This man has fine bone facial feature, an broad nose with a faded nose scar that is heal yet still left a marked, high cheekbones, thick eyebrows with his right eyebrow scar, sharp heavy lidded his left eye is sliver and his right eye cyan with his pupil slitted, firm squared jawline with a cleft,full pouty lips with large canine teeth, akin to a big wolf which are much larger than a normal human's canine teeth and small fainted smug smile.

He is standing about about 7'10 ½ due his strange yet unique heritage and he is at peak human physical conditions, with broad shoulders, muscular yet lean arms, long powerful legs, and a flat stomach. This man is garbed regally yet functional, he wears a flowing black cloak with a dark blue shirt underneath strapped tightly with a number of belts as well as being equipped with a set of heavy steel armor.

This man name is Rasmus "Roarke" Shadewalker The Last Dragonborn and unique hybrid of Giant-Nord-Altmer-Bosmer.

The man who followed him was a altmer and he had blue eyes and a white mohawk under his black hood of his thalmor officer uniform. He was a skinny man who was up to 6 feet tall and he wore thalmor officer robes and had a ebony blade on his hand. This man was high Inquisitor Salmar and he was with the dragonborn for important matters that has to do with the thalmor and the Aldmeri dominion.

"So want do the High Thalmor Inquisitor General want with me."Rasmus as he down at the much more shorter man. Because one i don't have the most friendly memories with you group, two i am an Stormcloak General who by the way is your'e group enemy, and three i hate the damn with all of my passion within me."Rasmus asked Salmar with eyes filled with hatred and loathing as they walk to a disclosed location to talked about the important matters.

Salmar look in the eyes want he consider lesser version of the true race "Come now Rasmus i am surprised that you have turned from your true race and joined those scum nords. The higher ups of the Thalmor request that we will have to work together. They say if you help me they will give you whatever you want." Salmar said in the classic thalmor officer accent.

"...True Race you said." He said plainly to Salmar. "Listen here you ignorant, long knife ears, 'male elf'. I will and never will be part of your true race bullshit because i prefer to spend my time with people that make sense instead hiding behind a weak ideology, plus i go eunuch for the rest of my life then joined you self-centered, self-righteous Mey [Fool]. He pause as he looked at Salmar with psychotic anger.

Salmar did not flinch at all by what he said. He showed no fear or anger...he did not even blink. "I know the dragon language to you must know. A agent found an old notebook which had all the words of the dragon language in it. Hi Los Ni Ol Ol Hi Mindol Dovahkiin. [You are not as clever as you think Dragonborn.]" Salmar said as he stared

him right in the eyes.

Rasmus flashed mixed of Werewolf/Dragon before he closed his eyes surpassed his innate dragon and wolf blood take breathing lesson that his master's the greybeard's and chant the motto. "Zu'u Los Fin Brom Voth Fin Tiid Ven Fin Ven Zu'u Los Dovahkiin fin Hun Do Keizaal. [I am the north with, the time wind , the soft wind i am the dragonborn the hero of skyrim]." Before he open his eyes again showing they turned by to their slightly oddity sight as looked at the calm thalmor who showed no fear, no urgent, just apathy at the dangerously event.

Salmar started at him. "Shall we continue?" He asked as he started to walk down the road.

"Yes we shall". He replied simply with no reminisce of his angry or his questionable mind acting up again. They continue walking but something stopped. It wasn't a bandit, mad mage, pack of wolf, vampire, werewolf, but a very powerfully yet dreadful power that send chills that to the back of Thalmor, while is make Rasmus animalistic instinct going haywired telling him to flee to the farthest distance, yet he have feeling that going to end up badly for him, just then they will feel their bodies freeze in place. Salmar looked around and wondered what type of magic is this as they stood in place.

Rasmus eyes looked around as he tried to break the binds that hold him with his magicka and willpower let it's didn't even go down one bit.

"What the bloody fucking hell is this." He shouted as struggled he thought this was a trapped for him yet he see the agent trapped as he is.

Just then they will see darkness all around them. When the darkness goes away they will see they are in some form of wasteland that was dark and filled with dark magic. They were now in the void. When they looked around the desolated wasteland and ruined building they hear a dark chuckle and tinkle bell like giggle from behind them. As they slowly turn his head to looked behind there were two people.

One is man who is large taller than Rasmus as Salmar estimated his height to round 8'2 ½ ft this man is heavily muscular yet svelte built man, slender shouldered and sinewy. He has blood red eyes with black sclera and a heavy brow. His head has only a fringe of black hair "like the shadow of a crown," and he has a close-cropped beard across his pointy jaw. His face has a tightness to it like cured leather, and he has hollow cheeks, and thin, pale lips. This man garbed in a black/red heavy armor with a cloak shadow-like appearance that seem to be...alive somehow and he have feeling that could be his death if he let his guard down around it.

Standing next to him was a beautiful dunmer woman who was quite slender but had a nice body and who wore a black dress and who had red eyes and long black hair and who was standing about 6 feet tall. Her eyes stared right into the souls of the two men as she observed them and saw no fear in the thalmor. The only thing she saw was fears of the past that were held up inside him. She looked away from the Altmer and looked in the eyes of her sweet little listener and saw no fear but in his soul sadness, regret, and apathy from the world and himself only looking for something to do and saw something peculiar about his soul but choose to kept that information to herself and maybe tried a little experiment on him in another time.

"Who in the name of the Sweet Mothers of Night are you and why have you bought use to this shithole of place." Rasmus calmly without fear yet sharply barked at the amuse couple

"Well i assume you don't know what i truly look like. You only know me as a wrinkled up corpses in a coffin. I am your sweet mother my child." The night mother said smiling at him.

Rasmus raised his eyebrow and stared at her blankly.

….

"WAIT, WHAT." Rasmus eyes popped out comically and his jaw Dropped to the floor while he thinking. Oh My Unholy God if Babette, Nazir and please for the unholy god don't let Cicero knows or… that annoying bitch know about my reaction to this." Rasmus thought privately in the depthest part of his knowing she could possibly read his mind and most likely use it against him.

[ In Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary a certain woman has Cheshire grin knowing her favorite pals had a secret to exploit for her entertainment purpose]

Rasmus eyebrow twitched in annoyed knowing that the sign already.

"Well this is interesting." Salmar said calmly as he looked at Rasmus and then the Night Mother. "So you the fabled Night Mother and i presume this is Lord Sithis. I must say i am not a daedric follower but except for Azura but i must say i am not happy to be here." Salmar said to the Dread Lord who raised a eyebrow but didn't say nothing as he looked at the Altmer and Hybrid man.

Rasmus looked at his guild patron with curiosity and wonder he make not me the most devotee follower of sithis only he followed Nocturnal Azura Clavicus Vile Merida Jyggalag Malacath Namira Mephala Sanguine and Sheogorath while he followed the rest in average terms especially Hermaeus Mora because he consider him source for forbidden knowledge and powers, ancient and illegal alchemy recipes, eldritch enhancement, and the lost schematic of technology/knowledge of the dwemer .

"If i my ask why are we here. If you did not know me and my acquaintance here were doing something very important back in our world." Salmar said to Sithis.

"Yes you do, but have something of a favor to asked of you." He asked nicely but them this was not requested but a order from him saying no leave to...Undesirable result that could make even the strongest man and loyal turncloak

Rasmus who by nature is reckless person but in his core and mind he is a highly clever man who manage to live this long not because of overwhelming power but his survivalist will to evade dangerous problem like anger The Dread Father for one. Rasmus looked in his liege/patron eyes.

"Yes my lord i will do my best to do this task for you." He steely said this looking in the eyes of his lord.

"Now i must object to this. I would prefer to get the mission at hand that we were going to do first before ending up working for daedra." Salmar said as he stared at Sithis who stared at him blankly but to a daedra he was glaring.

His voice did not raised but shifted to..something else. "Hmmm i see maybe i can asked again." He smile at the perplexed Salmar to him, but sithis didn't use the spells like did to his children but use something else. As he raised his index finger and middle finger and touched his forehead and the effect was minuscule for effect because if he the full power is mostly shatter his sanity.

Salmar eyes rolled to the back on his skull while his whole eyes turn black this last about two second for Rasmus but to him is last about four month of endlessly torture.

Salmar eyes back to normal yet his pupil was dilated to pinpoint as he pant like he four 16 mile with a heavily load that increased in tons for each mile the mile he walk.

"I….have been through worse...old mortal struggles." He said quietly as he stared at Sithis.

"Hmmm you have a very strong will." He looked at him with with vague sense of wonder before he carry on with his sentence. "Most would gone completely out of their mind and please don't talk back to your superiority my little elf." He said finished as he looked at mentally tire yet strong willed elf.

As he walk back to his wife who looked on with a impassive looked. As he walk back he snapped his finger releasing the two man and give them a black parchment with red lining.

"Read it when you are done with your little errard." He nonchalantly told before he waved his hands sending them back to the destination location without looking at them.

Salmar looked around and sighed and dusted himself off before he started to walk down the road. He had a blank face and was clearly thinking.

Rasmus looked around and rubbed his face with wearying and take out his brand of ale before he down it in one gulp before he take a another one while thinking. 'This is not my damn day is it'. As he jogged up to the elf as they walk in silent before they were ambushed by some low-level bandit.

Both Salmar and Rasmus looked at each other before turn to the idiots in question while the bandit leader walk up with cocknessies and stupidity.

"Well, Well, look do we have he-." Before the bandit leader can finished his generic threat Rasmus with unseen speed grab the man throat lifting him up with the heavy armor and the weapon dropped in shock.

Rasmus eyes was yellowish red with his sclera black as he hold the squirming man he said this. "Looked here pal i am not in the goddamn mood, i am in a very bad mood that can be calmed down by going to a whorehouse drinked myself to death and have sex with small breton, amazon orcess, and sensuously khajiit." He pulled the man to his face forcing the man to look to his eyes before his voice drop the human quality. "You're not breton, not orc, not even a khajiit you are nothing but ants that i crushed under my steel boots." As the man feeble punched him in fear he crushed the man's head to the groundbreaking his snapped his neck in impact without remorse

The rest of the bandits retreated in fear and scattered. Salmar watched as he looked at Rasmus and gave him a small nod of respect before walking down the road.

Rasmus looked at the warm body debated to eat the body and hunt the rest down to eat or just leave. Deciding to leave the weak prey while muttering. "Most likely have catched something from eating that." as he walked up to Salmar and walk in silence for the rest of journey.


[Location Change]

In the madness filled realm of the Shivering isles in the Palace of Sheogorath. Sheogorath sits upon his throne in his main hall eating a block of cheese while reading a nice book he found around the house...50 shades of Vivec...another book made by a godlike dummer names Vivec who was with Molag for several years. The book was very strange but strange was good to the mad god so he kept reading while he ate his cheese.

And his everlasting faithful butler and most likely the most sanest man in the mad god's realm ever...Haskill. Haskill is average height bald thin man who appearance is not really outstanding nor unique in anyway just a simple man wearing black double vest coat with red ascot tie and gold amulet, slim black and purple pants, brown heeled shoes.

As he looked at his master in curiosity as his master just sit there...normally while he reading a book and not wildly talking or making plan to brighten (or make citizen even more mad than usual).

His worry for his master took hold as he asked. "Master Sheogorath is there something wrong?". He question Sheogorath with an simple question

"Nope...im just sitting here reading a nice book that is quite kinky i must say...that Vivec lady...or guy...or lady….all i can tell ya is i don't know what the hell that person's gender was but they had one hell of a time with Molag...the positions and kinky stuff they did...wow...it would make a person like Sang blush...and he is the god of sex and drunk partys! But any ways i have a idea for the things this book is telling my mad little brain." He told his man servant before opening the top of his head and showed a old Mickey mouse cartoon. The type that were in black and white.

"Well pardon me but at precisely 2:12AM you usually threw a city wide party that people dance in outlandish costume. Unicorns, monkeys, and food that come to alive and process to cause people to talk though *Cough* their bottom speaking in some dead language that can be spoking vocally instead anally." Haskill said all of this if he was talking about the weather instead of something completely out of context and bizarre yet that was average day in Shivering Isle.

"Oh yeah...forgot that was happening for some strange reason...time flies when ya eating fish sticks. Well i will have to cancel it today...instead i request every one reads a copy of this book or they will be beheaded and then have their heads be used for a totem pole." He said smiling as he stood up and started to walk to his room

Without missing a beat he nod his head as if his lord order simple order. "Very well my lord i shall call the tower crier." As he talk out sign down the order in a parchment that come from...somewhere and write down his lord's order before he put it back...somewhere.

Sheo went to his room with a smile as he laid down on his bed and smiled and relaxed. Just then he heard something from his closet and felt like he was being watched. "Mary? Have ya come back from the crusade?" He asked as he stood up and went to the closet and opened the door to it.

As he opened his closet to meet Mary Sheo saw someone else of his super-dupely-ultra-mega crush Nocturnal...who was in his closest holding something that looked familiar to him before it hit him like sack of cheese.

"Thats me jacket ya holding lass." He said calmly as he looked at her and had to admit her was kinda surprised to see her in her.

Nocturnal stoic, intelligence, mature, and calm...was holding her Sheo-sheo jacket to her face in mid-sniff with her eyes widen like a deer as her whole body turn stone.

"We'll continue...you might as well get my sent into your nose more." He said to her with a grin as he went into the closet and closed it behind him and he sat down in the other corner of the closet.

Yet despite seeing Sheo-Sheo in the closest with her like in one of her dream were she was wearing a oddly enough skimpy high school uniform and Sheo naked saved for four leaf that was somehow covering his whole manhood. Yet she couldn't do anything or speak at her embarrassment raised from 10% to over 9000%!. So she does one thing...one only thing she use the fabled attack of an embarrassed Tsundere/Yandere the megaton punch enhanced with the power of twilight energies.

Poor Sheo didn't know what happened one minute he was waiting for the sniffing session then next he was flying send to his brother domain who was making building size tower made of cards as he crashed to his brother work with shattering crashes.

The entire oblivion denizen heard the anguished scream of Jyggalag who work was ruining as it took him three months to build a tower made of cards.

"Nocturnal was sniffing my jacket and then she punched me all the way other here." Sheo said calmly as he felt no pain from the punch and that he just laid there in the pile of cards with the joker card on his forehead.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Roared The Order God as he continued to punch his brother in the face with unadulterated fury etched in his face "Brother...you are incredibly dense but i don't care as i am going to kill you. I don't care if Nocturnal's going to kill me and then revived me and do it all over again!"

"Stop it that tickles." Sheo said smiling as his brothers punches tickled him.

Cut to the scene in her realm with Nocturnal having an mini raincloud raining on her head while she crying comically thinking that her Sheo-sheo will hate her forever and move on to those ungrateful bitches who are plotting to take her man way. She thought with her yandere logic runing rampage. Even though Namira is stalking her current champion, merida also stalking her current champion with her ex-lover trying to win her back, Vaermina is asexual and have prefer to spend her time trolling people in their dreams, Boethiah is arguing with her lover Malacath...while having wild rough sex that somehow destroyed about half their own dominion in the process. Azura is a strange case as have bi-polar feeling for a certain hunter who see may not watching as he took a bath showing off his toned muscular body while she have a camera(A:N she a goddess so she can tell time and logic to pissed off) as she took pictures while thinking negative stuff about him. She is a oxymoron for her own feeling to the King Of Beast.

At this time she will feel something near her in her room. She will then feel something soft rub her back. Behind her was a white fox with yellow eyes staring at her.

The small fox looked at her with his big yellow eye as he climbed on top of and simply lick her nose tickling the comically yet homicidal depressed twilight goddess almostly putting her in a happy state key word almost.

"Hehehehe stop Snow that tickler." The Twilight Goddess said giggling like a high school girl instead of femme fatale who found in amusement for some mortal trying to gain her favor

The fox kept licking her face but stopped when he heard the name Snow. "Do i look like a Snow to you lass...because honestly i think i look more like a Sheogorath." The fox said as its body changed in a snap of a finger and the fox turned into Sheogorath who smiled widely and then licked her cheek in his normal form. The Mother Of Twilight frozen as she blush wildly as she realize that sheo was licking her in his fox form and now in his human form as she repressed her tsundere side to give her the innate ability to punched their own romantic interest to the stars

He smiled at her as he then got a idea. He then moved close and sniffed her hair and got her sent and smiled widely. "Smells of a rose in the middle of june." Sheo said smiling before he kissed her lips and felt how soft they were.

Her eyes widen in shocked before her eyes flutter as she moan how smooth and cat-like his tongue is soft yet rough but not rough enough to to be uncomfortable. Sheo kissed her and held her close as his hands then went onto her waist. One hand on her waist while another made its move down to her rear and he rubbed her rear and felt it.

She moaned in pleasure as she rubbed her hands to skinny yet muscular body, as her perky chest pressed against his chest and tussle up his disheveled yet groomed hair silvery white hair. He then stopped for a moment and looked at her with a wide grin as he then started to mess with her clothing to get to see her breasts.

"Now lass maybe should get you out of those bothersome clothes." He flashed her his cat-like smile as his hand getting close to her clothes.


[Quagmire...giggity lol]

Vaerimina was playing a trick on Nocturnal's dreams and had her dream about being with Sheogorath. She does things like this time to time to the other daedra with Mora being the one she did the most. Nocturnal was new to her but she quickly messed with Nocturnal and gave her a nice small dream come true...before she then had Sheo turn into maggots.

As she hear the lovely scream of her younger sibling scream in horror, disgust, sadness, and volcanic rage filled roar.

Vaerimiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. As she hear the roar from Nocturnal nodded her head for job well done as she got up from her cauldron that she used to make the nightmare and went to her own little bed to relax.


[Trolldragonborn.] - Well hoped you enjoyed chapter two of our lovely story. Please comment and favorite the story or us. Now excuse me i'm tired now for real here in real life.

[Sandkings321] - Peace and Goodnight or Morning? Now excuse me i going to chew my rope binding off as i tried to escape from my hagraven wife, *As i heard the voice from his wife i desperately chew my rope binding or arms off to escape this dreadful union)