Well here is another attempt at an Danmachi fanfiction, but this time unlike Hunter in Orario this character isn't so much of a ass hat.
On the summit of Apocrypha with the green sky looming with tentacles sprouting over two powerful beings that are about to face off in a battle to decide the fate of Tamriel.
The first is the First Dragonborn Miraak the former Dragon Priest and current servant to Hermaous Mora Daedric Prince of Fate and Knowledge, holding a sword and staff given to him by the same Daedric Prince
On the other side wearing Nightingale Armour given to him after forming a contract with Nocturnal and becoming one of her three Nightingales, after killing Mercer Frey, and then becoming the new Guild Master of the Thieves Guild then killing the World Eater Alduin, afterwards preventing the world being plunged into eternal darkness, his name is Drago, and with his sword Dragon's Bane, Mehrunes' Razor and his Nightingale Sword on back he is the Last Dragonborn.
"So Dragonborn you have come to face me, here at the summit of Apocrypha." Miraak says as he draws his sword.
Drago smirks under his mask "This will not end how you wanted to Miraak; I've grown stronger since our first meeting." He says while drawing Dragon's Bane.
"Yes, I was hoping for that, for you see once I kill you and with the power of your soul, I will escape and be a master of my fate." Miraak declares.
Two handing the katana he readies himself for his third greatest fight.
"MUL QAH DIIV!" Both Dragonborns shout, ethereal armour shaped like a dragon overlay their bodies.
Miraak starts the fight by swinging his sword making it extend to the surprise of the Drago and uses his blade to block it and quickly runs to Miraak, spark flying as he runs.
When he is close enough Drago gives the ancient Dragon Priest a strong left punch making him stagger back, now with Miraak's defences down he does an overhead swing, Miraak blocks with his staff.
Miraak kicks The Nightingale in the stomach creating some space and uses his staff, Drago quickly runs to the left to stay a head of the projectiles quickly reaching behind his cape he pulls out a knife and throws it to Miraak's hand knocking the staff out of his hand "Gah!"
He now makes his way to Miraak who swings his blade, which Drago jump to the side avoiding the blade, when he hits the ground, he rolls to lessen the impact.
Miraak does an overhead slam, Drago quickly rolls to the side it hits the ground making a small impact.
"YOL TAL SHU!" Drago shouts unleashing fire from his mouth.
Miraak moves to the side to get out of the way, but that doesn't mean he was safe from the heat which still hurts a little.
The Last Dragonborn runs to Miraa and tries sideways swing to cut Miraak in half.
"FIEM ZII GRON!" Miraak becomes ethereal and the sword passes through Miraak harmlessly "FUS RO DAH!" Miraak shouts again but with a lot more force behind him.
Not prepared for the Unrelenting Force shout he slides on the ground but quickly rolls and plunges the sword in the ground to stop him from going over the edge.
Using a spell, he turns invisible, if he can't take Miraak one on one, then he is going to try and take him out stealthy.
"Not going to fight me honourably Dragonborn." Miraak asks out loud but doesn't get a response "You think I will fall such a simple trick." He quickly turns around and blocks a katana with his sword.
"Can't blame a man for trying." He grunts trying to overpower Miraak, but he matches his strength.
Miraak could feel the electricity coming off from Drago's sword so quickly kick Drago back and uses his free hand to cast Spark Spell and fires it at The Last Dragonborn.
Drago quickly sheathes his sword and runs with the lightning trailing behind leaving scorch marks on the ground, thinking quickly he slides on the ground stopping in his tracks "FIEM ZII GRON!" He shouts his on ethereal shout, the spell goes through him harmlessly.
Running to Miraak while drawing his sword, he uses all his strength knocks out Miraak's sword out of hand and with a quick twirl points the katana to the First Dragonborn's neck "I win Miraak, any final words before your soul becomes mine."
Miraak doesn't say anything, as normally Miraak is talkative shouting endless insults to him "What's the matter, Dragon got your tongue?"
"No Dragonborn, far from it I'm just been quite an amusing of a fight, but now I think it's time I end it." Miraak says strangely calmly.
"What do you mean, by that?" He asks again.
"LIEN WUNDUN VOTRII." Miraak quickly shouts. (World Travel Beyond)
Drago quickly tries to deliver the finishing blow, but his arms won't move in fact his body feels a slight pull, turning his head to the back he could see a large portal behind him trying suck him in, as he moves back he plunges the sword into the grown to keep him in place.
Miraak on the other hand has no problem and isn't effect by the pull "If I cannot claim your soul Dragonborn, then I shall banish you from this world and then return on my own means." He starts kicking the sword loosening it from the ground
Realising that Miraak is doing he releases one hand and charges a Lightning Bolt to stop Miraak, but it's too late as with one final kick Miraak unhinges the sword from the ground making both man and sword being sucked into the portal closing when they enter.
"Now that pest has been removed, I shall make my grand return." Miraak now commencing with his plan.
"Do you think, I did not expect you to do that!" An angry voice shouts.
At that point a large tentacle appears and raps around Miraak "Miraak, do you think I will let your rebellion slide, I am the lord of this realm and it obeys me." Hermaous Mora brings Miraak closer to his eyes "I will banish you to the same realm you did with Drago, and you will face him again in due time."
Miraak tries to wiggle free but Mora's strong grip is keeping him in place, he looks to where his other tentacles and sees Hermaous Mora rip a hole in space and time and throws him in said portal.
"Nooooooo!" Miraak shouts.
In large open field Drago lies unconscious his sword lying next to him.
His eyes starting to open, he quickly raises his hands to block the sun from reaching his eyes, he then quickly realises that he still has a fight Drago quickly gets up and grabs his Nightingale Sword and prepares for a fight, but he realises that he is no longer in Apocrypha.
He looks down to his side and sees his katana Dragonbane, so sheathing his sword he picks up the katana and placing it back in its sheath.
Checking he has everything else he now tries and find a way out of the forest and find some civilization.
As he is walking he starts to remember all the past adventures up to this point, from finding out he is a legendary dragon slayer to becoming the leader of the Thieves Guild to helping General Tullius to end the civil war and slaying a vampire lord who wanted to block out the sun and usher an age of vampires.
Thinking it's safe he pulls down the mask covering his face pulling down his hood.
His face is quite young in about his mid-20's short brown hair, with piercing blue eyes, with oddly raised cheek bones and a slight point of on his ears, a young Breton born in Cyrodiil but moved to Skyrim to find his fame and fortune.
The stroll is long but calming no monster attempting to kill him, not that they could get the surprise on him, as with his training with the Greybeards, and being a thief, it would take someone especially skilled in stealth to get the drop on him.
Drago stops and looks around as he could tell someone is following him, he silently moves his hand behind his cape to take out a knife "Come on out, I promise I will not harm you in anyway." He quickly turns around and throws the knife behind a bush.
The sound of knife plunged into a tree can be heard and a small "Meow" sound, wandering what made the sound he draws his sword and is ready for an ambush.
He pushes the brush aside to see a young girl with a brown hair and oddly cat ears the same colour as her hair, with soft green eye wearing a long green dress and flat shoes, trying to remove the knife from the tree, but lack the strength to do so.
"Mew, why can't I pull this thing out?" The girl complains.
Drago goes through the bushes and stands over the young girl, with and intimidating figure, the girl stops struggling and looks up to see the Dragonborn.
"Mew, please Mister please don't harm me, I didn't mean to spy on you." She pleads.
The Dragonborn leans forwards and reaches to the girl, in which she closes her eyes and hopes the end will be quick, she relaxes when she hears a sound, she opens her eyes to see the man place the knife behind his cape and continues on his journey.
As Drago continues to walk, he could tell the same little girl is still following him, thinking he could play a little prank on the girl he stops, and raises his hand and with a small cast of an Illusion spell he vanishes.
The little girl surprised comes out of her hiding spot and goes to the location the Dragonborn was just standing, she tries to hear him out, but the only sound she could hear the wind blowing and the leaves falling.
"It's considered rude to follow a person, especially ones you don't know." Drago reappears behind the girl with his armed crossed.
The little girl jumps in surprise and quickly turns around scared "I'm sorry, it's just that you… you…" she tries to find an excuse.
Rolling his eyes and patting the girl on the head "It's not safe to follow random strangers, you were just curious and that's fine, but not smart." He then ruffles her hair and then continues his journey.
The girl stands their looking at the mysterious man, wondering who he was, but with all those weapons he must be an adventurer like the ones she read in her books, "Mister are you looking for the way to the city!"
Drago stops walking and turns back to the kid, "Do you know the way?" he asks.
"Yeah, it's this way." She quickly runs.
Shaking his head, he quickly runs to catch up to the young girl, and after a while he sees her standing at the edge of the forest, slowing down and stopping next to the girl.
The sight he sees is a large city encircled by large walls and a giant tower possibly taller than the White-Gold Tower in the Imperial City.
"That's the city?" The Last Dragonborn says with enthusiasm, he puts his hand on the kids head again and ruffles it "Thanks little one."
With that said and done, he pulls up his mask and hood and quickly makes his way to the city, his cape blowing in the wind as he runs.
Instead of heading into the city he decided to wait till night fall, to enter the city so that way he can sneak about and find out some more about this place easier than being hounded by people about his armour.
This city is quite different from the other holds of Skyrim, it resembles more of Markarth due to its stone architect minus the Dawrven machinery and loud sound of machine clanking, looking forward he could see the tower and now that he is a lot closer the tower is definitely larger the White-Gold Tower.
Drago whistles amazed "I bet the treasures in that could plan my retirement three time over, once I speak with the local beggars, I can get priceless information." He can wait to steal some thing, but he has to quench other needs, as he can hear his stomach.
Using the shadows, he weaves through the shadows like a ghost avoiding people.
He stops in an alleyway, and peers around a corner to see a tavern of some sort, with people coming and going, a young girl wearing a unique uniform with silver hair and lavender eyes doing the parting and greetings to customers.
The girl stops for a moment and turns to the corner to the spot Drago is hiding.
Drago quickly hides deeper in the darkness to avoid being seen, but something about that girl is off, in all his time being a thief, he can tell she is dangerous and needs to be avoided at all cost.
Quickly entering the shadows to find someone to pickpocket and get some extra coin.
"Gha, what will it take to get another drink in this god forsaken city!" A drunken man shouts
"Thank you Nocturnal." Drago smiles in as a perfect target presents himself.
Quickly crouching he silently makes his way to the man completely undetected, now that he closes enough, he tries to find the purse on the man, and notices hanging on the left side, he reaches out and swipes it.
"Eh, who goes there?" the man turns around to try and catch a potential thief, but sees nothing "Hic, but be my imagination." The man continues to stumble to a new location.
Behind another alleyway Drago is tossing the coin bag up and down with smug smirk "Drunks always make it to easy." Catching the coin back one more time he heads to the tavern to get some information.
Ok here is the first chapter so I will skip the usual and just say hope you enjoy the chapter Tchau