AN: Hello readers! Just want to thank you for following and/or favoring this story! It means a lot.

Now I said to myself that I won't do any long Authors Notes, but I feel that I need to say a few things before you continue on with the story.

For those of you who do or don't know much about The Elder Scrolls, or Skyrim in general, the games and the lore is quite different from that of Fairy Tail, at least where magic is concerned. I am going to do my best to follow the laws of the lore, but since Fairy Tail is an Anime I'll be taking some liberties and giving Ysmir a… boost of sorts to keep him on par with the rest of the characters in the show. I will be doing my best to explain the changes and make them at least seem like they would make a little bit of sense as well as making the fights as entertaining as I can. That's all for now! Enjoy chapter 2!

Chapter 2

In a land far, far away lies the kingdom of Fiore, a small, peaceful nation of seventeen million, and a place filled with magic. Found in every home, bought and sold in every marketplace, for most, magic is merely a tool, a mundane part of everyday life.

After traveling for a long time Ysmir and Khasi reach their destination. Who will they meet? How will the Dragonborn react? Continue on and find out.

/

As the sun peeks above the trees, the birds begin to sing and the beasts of the forest announce their presence to the world. As the sun spreads its warming rays over the land, our Dragonborn breaks through the tree line to get his first look at the village. Ysmir hurries the final steps, impatient to meet the other people of this strange land. At least, that's what they thought they were going to see. Instead, what is in front of them is a singular, large building.

The building is made of dark wood and gray stone, with several tiered floors going up into the sky. Slated with red-brown tiles, the roof spews smoke from several chimneys. Khasi, placing a small paw on Ysmir's cheek, noticed in the distance a wooden sentry tower on the far side of the building. The sound of people talking and the occasional outburst of laughter emanated from the ground floor. Off to their right is a large dirt road leading away from the forest.

Ysmir paused to watch a carriage pulled by a very large and purple boar roll down the road towards the building. Sitting in the front is a very skinny fellow with brown hair, wearing a tan shirt and brown trousers. On his chest, on his right breast pocket, is an emblem reminiscent of a charging bull.

The carriage pulls in front of the building and the driver jumps down, along with a few other people of varying sizes and shapes. One thing Ysmir notices is that they all have that bull-like emblem on their clothes or skin. The last people who climb out of the back are carrying a large wooden chest. It must be heavy, because the men who are carrying it struggle to move it into the building.

"laas Yah Nir"

As the whispered shout leaves his lips, Ysmir's vision of his surroundings changed. He blinked once, and his Thu'um revealed all forms of life. He looked into the building to see the auras of the people inside. He sees the few that just entered, and several others inside. After a quick count, Ysmir sees that there are about two dozen beings inside. If trouble arises, he should be able to deal with that many.

Ysmir watched them all from the shadows. The people seemed normal enough, good cheer, and without visible weapons.

A loud rumble interrupts his thoughts and Ysmir puts a hand to his stomach, mentally promising it'll be full soon. As he watched the people move into the building another, louder, rumble emanates from the tiny body on his shoulder.

Ysmir looks over to Khasi, who has a put both of her paws to her belly and is giving him an embarrassed look. With a smirk on his face, Ysmir reaches up and pats her head. "Let's go see what we can find, shall we?" Khasi nodded quietly and crawled into her safe haven in one of Ysmir's many pockets.

With that promise in mind, Ysmir stepped fully out of the forest to make his way to the front of the building. From this vantage point, he sees the bull-like emblem on a sign hanging above the door, with the words, The Charging Bulls above the symbol.

"Hmm," Ysmir commented under his breath as he walked towards the front door. "I wonder what that's about."

Ysmir stopped before the door, when the smell of cooked food reached him. His stomach rumbled again. He could hear the clamor of men and women talking and laughing on the other side. Another rumble emits from his midsection. With a huff of breath, Ysmir puts his hands on the door, pushes it open, and steps inside.

/

The room went quiet as the newcomer steps through the door. The chatter stops and the laughter dies down. The only sound is that of the door slamming against the frame as it closes. Everyone from the bar on the far side of the room, to the people sitting at the tables scattered around the room stare at him with suspicion.

The newcomer stared unflinchingly back. With a serious look in his eyes he sweeps his gaze over the entire room. The man looks into the eyes of all the men and women of the Charging Bull Guild members present. After seeing an open spot at the bar he slowly starts walking forward, keeping his hands at his side.

The bartender, Horace Hobbs, a member of the dark guild The Charging Bulls looks across the room at the newcomer while he wipes a mug clean with a rag. As the large man starts walking up to the bar, Horace observes the stranger. He can see the man has pale white skin, light brown hair, and a thin, white scar on his left cheek barely noticeable because of the stubble. His ornate robes look to be made of white and tan fur, on his arms and legs are gauntlets, and boots made of a strange scale-like material. Around his neck is an expensive looking amulet, appearing to be an anvil, or an axe. And hanging from his shoulder is a brown leather bag. The thought of what price the man's belongings could bring flashed through Horace's mind.

Resting on his hip is a sheathed sword, along with several daggers, attached to his belt the man looks like a warrior, which is true. Being a wizard himself, Horace could sense a strange magic energy coming from the man. The bartender nods to a chair and Ysmir makes it to the bar and sits at one of the empty stools.

A loud rumble emanates from one of the man's pockets, breaking the silence. Thinking it was his, Horace was surprised to see the tiny, red head of a cat pop out and look around.

It looks up to the man's face and spoke, "I'm hungry," She stated quietly, at least Horace thought it was a she.

"I know, Khasi," the man whispered without looking down, hardening his stare at the bartender. "Just a little longer."

Horace stared at the tiny kitten in silence. Finished cleaning the mug in his hands, Horace puts it away and shifts his gaze back to the man.

"So what brings you here to our guild?" He asked with his eyes raking the man over again.

/

Ysmir stared at the barkeep for a moment before replying. He is a larger man, balding, and slightly round in the mid-section with a dirty apron over his tan shirt. Another thought goes through his mind, he said guild. So this is a guild. What for? A warrior's guild? No, not enough weapons. Thieves' guild? Maybe. Mages Guild? Also a possibility.

"A meal for my little friend and myself," He replied while Khasi crawled up his robes to his shoulder as he spoke. "What do you have for sale?"

The barkeep was about to reply when someone cut him off.

"Nothing for a person who's not a part of our Guild!" Shouted a deep guttural voice somewhere behind him.

Ysmir turns to find the speaker. As he does, he sees a man stand up from one of the tables. He is a large man, almost twice as wide and muscular as Ysmir, his brown shirt straining to hold together the bulging muscles of his torso, as he stood. With a full, black beard, a rough face, and bald head, which bears a tattoo of the Charging Bull emblem the man looks like a brute, some might even say a bull. The large man makes his way over to the bar.

"And what guild is that?" Asks Ysmir as the man walks towards him.

"We're the Charging Bulls!" States the man as he reaches the bar, Ysmir could hear the wood creak as the man leaned against the countertop. When he speaks, Ysmir smelled the stench of alcohol on his breath. "And we don't serve people that aren't a part of our guild, buddy," he said with a cruel smirk on his face. Ysmir could hear a few chuckles from the people behind him. Getting the feeling that a fight is about to happen, Ysmir gently grabs Khasi from his shoulder and sets her on the counter where she sits down and starts to play with a fork.

"Well, that's quite unfortunate," says Ysmir, facing the larger man. "You see, I've been traveling for quite a while, and I think some breakfast sounds pretty good." Ysmir slowly moves his hand closer to the hilt of his sword. The movement was not unnoticed by the other man.

"Now, now, buddy," says the large man, his cruel smirk still plastered on his face. "I don't think you want to do that. Let's play with your little cat here instead." The man reaches a large grubby hand towards Khasi. Unaware of the approaching danger the little feline continues to fool around with the fork.

Ysmir's hand latches around the other man's wrist with a vice-like grip. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," says Ysmir evenly. The larger man's cruel smile grew in anticipation

Hearing the sound of chairs scraping the floor, Ysmir looks to his right, where could see the other "guild members" approach the bar and crowd around the two men. They all shared a sense of smugness and superiority towards Ysmir, he can smell it on them.

None of this is new to Ysmir. Every bandit, guard, and creature back in Nirn grossly underestimated him for one reason or another. They never lived long enough to regret it. And it seems that this Charging Bull guild is making the same mistake.

The large man set his beady eyes on Ysmir and removed his hand away from Khasi. The large brutish man backed away from the bar with a smirk and walked over to the rest of the group, floorboards creaking with each step. The group spread out and made an open space in the middle of the room. Apparently, they expected this to happen.

Ysmir calmly stood from his seat and faced the crowd with his hands at his side. The two men squared off, sizing each the other up and watching for the other to make the first move.

Somewhere in the mob behind the large man, a voice yelled out "Go get him Benny!"

To his right another yelled out "Crush 'em Benny!"

On his left Ysmir heard a woman yell something about, breaking the man's face. Soon enough the entire room was filled with cheers and threats directed towards the man now dubbed 'Benny' and Ysmir respectively.

The large man, made the first move and that was his first mistake. With a thundering bellow, similar to a bull, he charged at Ysmir. The floorboards beneath his feet groaned and creaked with each thunderous step. The cheers of his friends intensified, as he got closer. While he was running, he lowered his head and hunched his shoulders. As he did, a large green circle filled with glyphs and symbols appeared in front of the man's body. When it disappeared, the man had glowing green horns, like a bull, on either side of his head.

The thought of what unknown magic hardly crossed Ysmir's mind as he started forming a plan to end the fight without any harm getting close to Khasi, who was still behind him on the bar. Khasi, for her part was swinging the fork she found around like a little sword. Knowing that the large man meant to run him through with his large horns, Ysmir opted not to dodge the attack and stand his ground.

The cheering reached a crescendo, as Benny got ever closer to Ysmir, who has not moved an inch since the "fight" started, calmly waiting. It wasn't until the large man was within feet of Ysmir that he moved. Aiming at the glare of the large man's balding head, Ysmir took in a breath, "Fus… Ro Dah!"

The words exploded from Ysmir's mouth. The three ancient words of power, force balance and push, created a wall of pure energy that picked up Benny, stopping his charge, and sent him crashing through the wall, next to the door, across the large room. Along with a few chairs, tables and unfortunate men that were directly behind the man.

Looking through the hole across the room, Ysmir saw that the man was alive, this caused Ysmir to pause. Back in Nirn, any mortal that took a blast like that at that close range would be blasted to pieces or their bones shattered. The amount of force Ysmir put into the shout, Benny should've been a stain on the floor. Until now, Ysmir never really considered the fact that the beings of this world might have a certain defense for magic. Seeing that Benny is still alive proved that.

/

The remaining men and woman stand silently with their mouths hanging open and eyes wide with shock. Unknown to Ysmir, but a well-known throughout the Charging Bulls, was that Benny was their most powerful member. Most often being the powerhouse behind every job and crime that the dark guild undertook, Benny was easily their best fighter, and a stranger had just sent him flying.

Literally.

/

Standing up to his full height, Ysmir glared at the now silent men and women. With a Thu'um fueled voice he addressed the rest of the group, getting their attention.

"Come on then," He shouted, causing the building and the air itself to vibrate with power. "Who's next?"

While the minority of the group is still stunned, staring at the large Benny-sized hole, most members of the guild looked back to Ysmir with looks of rage on their faces they raised their hands, followed by shouts of anger. Different colored circles of varying sizes and shapes formed in front of each of them. From each magic rune filled circle different forms of magic sprung forth.

From one man, a large red circle that formed released fire that twisted and turned in the air as it closed in on Ysmir. Another violet-colored circle brought forth a wave of what seemed to be ghostly purple bats. Another green circle caused a wave of green energy to roll across the floor towards Ysmir. Many other attacks were aimed at Ysmir, all different and perhaps just as dangerous.

Thinking quickly Ysmir brings up both hands in front of him, a bright light floating above each palm. Casting the Ward spells together Ysmir created a barrier that the attacks crashed against. While he was not yet straining to keep up the spell, he noticed that it was much stronger than back in Nirn.

The magical attacks stopped just as quickly as they came. The bar and wall on either side of Ysmir had large sections missing. The wood, glass, even the nails were blasted apart or flung around the room from the force of the combined attacks.

Atop the little section of the bar directly behind Ysmir that's still standing was Khasi still playing with the fork, protected from all the attacks. While she was unaware of the man Benny reaching for her, she would of have been blind and deaf to have missed the amount of magic that crashed against Ysmir's Ward. Curious about what all of that was, she drops the fork and hops onto the back of Ysmir's robes, crawls to his shoulder, and looks at the group of angry man and women.

"What was that?" She asks innocently looking away from the mob and back to Ysmir.

Still staring at the angry guild, Ysmir replies, "That," he says in a mocking tone and a wicked smile on his face, "Was a vahk krongrah, an easy victory."

Now fully out of their stupor, the remaining members of the guild were staring at Ysmir with hatred. With a battle cry, several members charged at Ysmir. Apparently, they forgot what happened to their friend and they met the same fate at Benny, flying across the room and through the wall.

After all the idiots were dealt with and Ysmir's shouting stopped, there were only ten members left of the two dozen that were there to begin with. These members were of the higher tier in the guild. Not the best fighters or mages, but still strong in their own right. They were also the smarter than the rest of the bunch, seeing that getting close would just lead them to the same fate as their fellows, they backed away. Once they were at a good distance, they started sending magical attacks across the room.

One of them, a young woman, maybe in her twenties wearing a very… revealing outfit if he were any judge, started launching barrages of magic towards Ysmir from across the room. Out of the large violet circle in front of her outstretched arms, came several large beams of magic energy. Slicing across the room towards Ysmir, the beams hit Ysmir's Ward spell.

While Ysmir focused on defense, another member of the guild hit him from the side. While the attack was not necessarily powerful, it did cause him to lose concentration. With a grunt of surprise, Ysmir dropped the Ward and the purple lances of energy hit him in the chest, making him fall back against the bar. The woman across the room continued her attack, hitting Ysmir with more beams of energy, doing her best to pin him.

With a growl, similar to that of a dragon, Ysmir forced himself up and fought against the force of the attacks. Not being able to put up a Ward due to the attacks still crashing into him. Ysmir took in a deep breath and shouted again.

"Yol Toor Shul" A raging firestorm erupted from Ysmir's open mouth, shattering the attacks hitting him and incinerating many of the tables and chairs still standing. Surprising the remaining fighters with the new shout, Ysmir decided to push the advantage.

Reaching to his belt, Ysmir drew his sword. The white Dragonbone blade shown with a fiery red glow as it left its scabbard. Enchanted with fire, along with other smaller enhancements, Ysmir's sword was one of his most powerful tools he has, being able to cut through the hides of dragons without much effort. And slice through everything else with ease.

"Wuld…!" Ysmir's shout caused him to shoot forward, like an arrow from a bow. Judging the distance correctly, Ysmir seemed to appear right before the woman. His sword already in mid-swing, the woman had no chance to dodge the attack. The large white blade seemed to glow with fire as it hit the woman in the side. The woman screamed.

But something didn't go as Ysmir thought it would. Instead of cutting through flesh and bone, the blade burned her where it hit and sent the woman crashing into a table. Surprised that the woman was still breathing, and even rising from the floor, Ysmir stopped moving just for a fraction of a second.

In that fraction of a second two remaining members of the Charging Bulls hit him from the back, knocking him to the ground with their combined body weight causing him to lose his grip on his sword. Smiling with victory, both men started to laugh wickedly. Fists glowing red with magical energy, they started hitting Ysmir in the head and ribs. Each strike seemed to be amplified with magic causing them to hit harder, but the Dragon scale armor under Ysmir's robes absorbed much of the impact.

Bringing his arms up to block the punches to his face, Ysmir summoned forth a bright flame in his right hand. After feeding magicka into the spell, fire started rolling around Ysmir, burning the clothes of the men on top of him. Frightened, they jumped off of Ysmir and started trying to put out the flames.

Jumping to his feet Ysmir smiled ferociously, the familiar burn of adrenaline pumping through his body. Putting up his fists Ysmir moved forward to the nearest man who is still trying to put out the flames licking at his skin. The man did not notice Ysmir's advance. Landing a hammer blow on the first man's face he sent him crashing to the ground. Before he could continue hitting him, the second man recovered and threw a punch aimed for Ysmir's abdomen, hands once again glowing with magical energy. Sidestepping the attack Ysmir delivered a large blow to the man's face staggering him. With a grunt, the man swung wildly in Ysmir's direction. Catching the man's arm, Ysmir tossed him over his shoulder and slamming him on top of his downed friend, causing both of them to yell out in pain.

With instincts honed from Years of fighting, or maybe just luck, Ysmir dived to the side, dodging a lance of vibrant green energy. Missing its intended target, the attack crashed into the two men on the ground, sending them flying across the room and onto the woman who just got to her feet. With the sound of splintering wood and a cry of surprise all three lay on the ground unmoving. Turning to face his next opponent, Ysmir drew one of his daggers from his belt and held it in a reverse grip, blade pointing towards the ground. The smaller Dragon-bone blade glowed with crackling blue energy, enchanted to deal shock damage.

Facing the attacker, Ysmir saw that the man had a large wooden staff in his hands. Runes and carvings decorated the shaft while a glowing green crystal on top shown with power. With a determined look the man charged up another blast and sent it hurtling towards Ysmir. Stepping to the side he dodged the attack a second time and ran towards the mage. With a panicked look the man swung his staff, aiming for Ysmir's head. Ducking under the glorified stick, Ysmir brought up his dagger and swung it at the man's midsection. Jumping back and dodging the blade, the man swung again, this time from overhead with as much force as the man could muster.

Before the man could bring the staff down, Ysmir took in a quick breath and shouted. "Wuld!"

As close as they were to each other, the man had no way to escape. With the shout shooting Ysmir forward, he tackled the man and crushed him against a wooden pillar. With a cry of shock and pain the man struggled to get away. With a grunt Ysmir delivered a powerful hit with the hilt of his dagger to the man's head, knocking him out.

Looking around the room Ysmir saw that there were a handful of the guild still standing. Still believing that they can win with numbers on their side, they gathered together and charged Ysmir. Ramming his dagger back into its sheath when he spots his sword lying on the ground, Ysmir's hand started glowing with a soft orange light. Casting the telekinesis spell, the sword flew to Ysmir's hand. Still smiling wickedly, Ysmir ran towards the charging mages with a battle cry.

/

After the fight started in earnest Khasi's wings appeared on her back and she flew from Ysmir's shoulders to one of the many shelves behind the bar, escaping from the threat of any misdirected attacks. Once there she hid behind one of the bottles perched there and occasionally peaked out to watch the fight.

Under her, cowering behind the bar was the barkeep, Horace. Through his fear he saw the little red cat fly away and a plan started to form in his head. Horace saw that the large man with the sword was very protective of his little cat. If he could just catch her, he might be able to make the man stop fighting.

While Ysmir was busy fighting the remaining members of the Charging Bulls, Horace slowly snuck up on Khasi, who was quietly cheering on Ysmir from her hiding place. Looking over the countertop, Horace watched Ysmir take out Clayton, the man with the staff, by crushing him against a pillar and knocking him out with a blow to the head. He then watched as Ysmir pulled his sword to his hand and charge the men and women still fighting. Dodging or blocking attacks and blasting them with his own Ysmir was cutting through the remaining Bulls with ease. Hearing the cries of pain from his guild members, Horace grimaced. Shaking his head in an effort to block the sound, he continued sneaking up on the unsuspecting Khasi.

/

Dodging a wave of magical energy, Ysmir quickly steps up to the last member of the Charging Bulls and swings his sword, sending the man to the ground where he lies unmoving with a smoking gash in his side.

Adrenaline still pumping through his system, Ysmir looks around the room with his sword and fire spell at the ready, searching for another opponent. Seeing that there is no one left standing, Ysmir slows down his breathing, releasing the spell and lowering his sword.

In his mind Ysmir replays the fight, as he does he thinks of how what happened. The mages in this world seem to posses a very different type of magic, apparently it allows them to enhance their body's as well as their spells.

His thoughts were interrupted when the sound of a breaking bottle reached his ears. The sound of Khasi struggling quickly followed. Turning around immediately, what Ysmir saw filled him with rage, and a bit of fear.

Standing at behind the counter was the Barkeep, and in his large hands was a struggling Khasi. Tail and feet swinging wildly she tried to get loose. Her wide eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Ysmir. She opened her mouth and tried to speak, but the words died in her throat.

When the Barkeep saw that Ysmir was aware of him, his face paled and was filled with shock. He fumbled with something at his belt with his free hand. Bringing his hand back up, he raises a large kitchen knife to Khasi's throat.