And there's the fourth chapter, sorry for the slight delay had a minor example of writers block in this chapter.
Hope you enjoy the read and please point out any mistakes you see, I'm quite poor in spotting them myself.

The Blue Palace, Solitude, Skyrim

Severus walked through the door of the Blue Palace, his helmet held under his armpit. He wouldn't carry his helm with him had this been Whiterun but when it's the Empress herself summoning him and his band of fighters he had to look the part. To his right was Erik, who was holding his helm in the same way The Imperial was. The two ascended the steps that lead to the throne room. The Palace hadn't been changed since the Civil War and after the Imperial City's destruction it was the most logical place to move the capitol to, not to mention most defendable.

The two quickly reached the top of the stairs and found themselves in the small throne room. Empress Elisif was sitting in her throne and still lived up to her moniker. Standing beside her, as he always did, was Falk Firebeard, the true power behind the Imperial Throne. The other common members of the court were there, Sybelle and Bryling along with Erikur, who was now Lord Treasurer of the Empire. There was however a person Severus didn't know, a man in clearly noble clothing. The faint hum of discussion in the throne room died down as Severus approached the Empress. "Empress Elisif." He said with a nod. "You summoned me."

Elisif nodded. "I did Severus." She looked to Falk to explain more.

Falk cleared his throat. "We received a message from across the eastern sea, past Akivir. It concerns the Daedra."

"Across the eastern sea?" Severus asked, doubting if this was real.

"If you don't believe me then you can ask the person who gave us this message." Falk responded, pointing to the nobleman.

The noble in question stepped forward, he was clean shaven and clearly fitted his station. "My name is Guilliman Dinontus, of High Rock." He gave a curt nod and he certainly sounded like a Breton. "My Lord sent me with disturbing news. The Daedric Princes are trying to assert themselves in Mundus again, only this time they seek to do it across the eastern sea."

Severus narrowed his eyes. "And how did you come across this information?"

Guilliman didn't move, his face passive. "The Orc tribes living in High Rock say their Shamans received visions, they say Malacath warned them of what the other Princes desire."

"Why would Malacath warn them?" Severus asked, doubting every word the man said.

"Malacath was not always a Daedra, once he was of the Divines and he defends his people." The Breton explained. "He seems to think this poses a threat to the Orcs."

Severus sighed and shook his head. "We cannot trust the word of any Daedra, no matter what they say."

"Severus, this isn't the only case of a Daedric warning." Falk stated. "A few days after we sent the Gyrfalcon to Whiterun a self proclaimed servant of Sheogorath gave us the same warning. It cannot be a coincidence."

"What does the Empress say on this?" Severus asked as he turned to Elisif, soon everyone in the room was looking at her.

Elisif glanced around the room and there was a deafening silence for a few seconds. "I believe Dinontus. And even if Malacath is lying we cannot afford to ignore it as a possibility." There was another few seconds silence. "Severus Semponius, I wish you to accompany Dinontus across the eastern sea to investigate the claims and deal with them accordingly, we cannot have a repeat of the Oblivion crisis."

Severus nodded slowly and glanced around the room. "If it is the will of the Empress it will be so."

"Excellent." Elisif looked relieved that he'd accepted. "Due to the importance of this mission I've convinced General Tullius to assign the Fourth Legion's First Cohort to accompany you."

"Thank you, Empress." Severus said with another nod. "Is there anything I should know before carrying out your will?"

Elisif remained quiet but Falk spoke up. "There is one more thing, Severus. According to Dinontus the vision made it clear the Daedra are using their champions from Tamriel to assert themselves, if they see you they will likely run, so by the Nine tread carefully."

"I will Falk, don't worry about that." Severus smirked slightly before turning to leave. "Meet me by the docks in an hour, Breton!" He called without turning as he walked down the stairs, putting his helm on as he went."

The Kingsroad, the North, Westeros

Eadric followed Benjen, Tyrion and Jon on the road to the North. They'd left Winterfell two weeks before and according to Benjen they would be there in a few hours. The country they passed through was bleak and empty, very similar to the tundra of Whiterun in some ways. The cold was mild if anything compared to Skyrim cold, Eadric had spent many months in Winterhold and the Pale and with their permanent snow covering the still green areas around him felt warm.

The road ahead advanced up a small hill and out of sight past its crest. As the group carried on and neared the top of the hill a light snow began falling. Eadric couldn't help but smirk slightly as he felt the familiar and comforting sensation of the frozen water on his face, which drew an odd look from Tyrion who was riding next to him. "You like snow?"

"Like I said, in Skyrim it's always winter. To a Nord snow is both an old friend and enemy at the same time, it destroys our crops but hardens our people, but always feels fresh." Eadric explained as they rode on, they were about to crest the hill.

When they did the view that met them stunned all but the Night's Watchmen amongst them. Before them, for as far as the eye could see in either direction, was a massive wall of Ice. "Welcome to the Wall." Benjen muttered before kicking his horse on.

Tyrion kicked his horse as well after a few seconds of staring at the structure, Which Eadric soon did as well. "You have anything like this in Skyrim, Eadric?" He asked as Jon finally joined the two in heading down the hill towards a small black castle.

The shook his head. "No, no we don't. Though I hear the Dwarves built things just as amazing underground."

"Dwarves?" Tyrion asked, raising an eyebrow. "If it turns out people like me are common over there I might hire a ship next chance I get."

"What?" Eadric looked down to Tyrion, before realising what the Imp meant. "Oh right, Dwarf as in short person. No I mean the Dwemer, Deep Elves. After my people drove the Snow Elves out of Skyrim they sought refuge with their underground cousins, biggest mistake they ever made."

Tyrion smirked. "Bigger than pissing off your ancestors?"

"Aye." He nodded. "We just killed them, the Dwemer..." He looked up at the top of the Wall. "They changed them, while once they were Elves and like the Altmer sods, now they're little more than deformed and blind animals."

"You don't have many happy stories, do you?" Jon stated as he too looked along the top of the Wall.

Eadric just chuckled. "Nords will sing about anything if you give them a chance. The Guard Captain of Whiterun is a trained bard." The Nord again chuckled as he realised something. "His name's Jon too, Jon Battle-Born "First into the fray and last to quit their ale" as they're proud of saying."

"You have bards guarding your cities?" Tyrion asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He might be a trained bard but he's as tough as they come, took over after the previous guard captain died in the war." Eadric chuckled again. "We had another bard, Mikael, who worked in the local inn, the Bannered Mare. Thing was, unlike Jon and me he sang for gold and the affections of wenches. He'd been trying for months to get into the bed of Carlotta, beautiful Imperial who had recently been widowed." He smirked. "Mikael never let her out of his sight and she got tired of it so she asked Jon to convince him to leave her alone. One thing lead to another and it ended with Mikael been thrown out of the inn by Jon after a very fast brawl, he left the next day, tail between his legs." Tyrion laughed and Jon's grim face didn't change, he'd barely shown any emotion the entire journey.

In front of them the castle grew as they approached. The first thing that Eadric noticed was how small it was, probably smaller than some of the forts in Skyrim, though this castle had less impressive walls. In all it looked like it was more of a glorified manor for the Night's Watch than an actual fortification, not that you'd need one with a several hundred foot tall wall of solid Ice. When the group reached the gates Benjen raised a hand to signal them to stop and another man in a black cloak leaned out of the small wooden covering over the gate. After a short back and forth between the man and Benjen the gates opened and they rode in.

Inside there were more of the men of the Night's Watch milling about, several were training with wooden swords and in one corner a smith was hard at work. Other than that the main thing of interest was a massive wooden frame climbing up the wall and at the bottom was a compartment of some kind, likely for taking people to the top of the Wall.

"Charming place isn't it?" Tyrion said as he looked around. "Don't think I've seen a bleaker place."

Eadric shrugged and dismounted his horse. "You've never seen Winterhold."

"That's the place that fell into the sea?" The Imp asked as he pushed himself off of the saddle and landed on the floor.

"Aye, it is." Eadric said with a nod.

As Jon dismounted his horse a man walked up to them, he was big, old and clearly a seasoned fighter. "Lord Tyrion." He said with the same accent Jon spoke with. "Lord Commander Jeor Mormont."

Tyrion nodded his head slightly. "Lord Commander. Me and my friend here have come to see the Wall, I trust there won't be any issues with that?"

"If there's only two of you it shouldn't be." Mormont said before turning to another Night's Watchman next to him who was wearing plate armour and had a scowl plastered on his face. "Thorne, see what the new ones can do."

"Aye, Lord Commander." Thorne said with a nod.

Mormont turned back to Tyrion and Eadric. "I'll tell one of the stewards to set up a room for you both." Before Tyrion could respond he walked off.

"Well, we've arrived." Tyrion remarked.

"Wonder if they'll let us up the top of the Wall." Eadric muttered as he craned his head back to look up the massive structure.

Tyrion shrugged. "I hope so, I intend to piss off of it."

...

"Grenn. Show him what you farm boys are made of." Thorne instructed the new recruit of the Night's Watch who nodded and moved up the training grounds resident swordsman, Jon Snow. With a yell Grenn charged in only to be quickly hit in the stomach and then face by Jons blade, sending him reeling backwards. "If that were a real sword you'd be dead. Lord Snow here grew up in a castle spitting down on the likes of you." The man looked at another of the recruits. "Pyp. Do you think Ned Stark's bastard bleeds like the rest of us?"

The other recruit, Pyp, moved into the centre of the circle of recruits and raised his sword before yelling and swinging wide. Jon ducked out of the way and thrust into the boys stomach, sending him to the floor. Thorne didn't look impressed. "Next." Another recruit moved in and attacked but was again knocked to the ground. "Next." This time two attacked at once, clearly wanting to be the ones to beat the Lords bastard. The fight was over in a few seconds and Jon once again was victorious. "Well Lord Snow, seems you're the least useless person here." Thorne sneered at the boy. "Go clean yourselves up. There's only so much I can stomach in a day."

"Charming man." Tyrion noted from his place next to Lord Commander Mormont and Eadric, who was still wearing his mail and axe though he'd put his lute in the small room he'd been allowed to use during his stay.

Mormont looked down at him before looking back out across the small square. "I don't need him to be charming. I need him to turn this bunch of thieves and runaways into men of the Night's Watch."

"Why don't you get proper warriors?" Eadric asked. "Your ancestors clearly put that wall there for something bigger than the Wildlings." He gestured at the massive wall of Ice.

"Ah the Southerners don't put stock in what we say." The Lord Commander glanced down at Tyrion. "If I could I'd rather have warriors than thieves and rapers."

Tyrion frowned slightly. "Well it's thieves and rapers you've got. How's the training going?"

Jeor sighed. "Slowly." He held something out to Tyrion. "A Raven came, for Ned Stark's son."

The Dwarf took what the Northener held out. "Good news or bad?"

"Both" Mormont replied simply.

Tyrion looked at him for a moment before looking back down at the square, the recruits had all gone into the armoury and Thorne was walking towards them. "I'll go deliver this message." Tyrion said before descending the stairs and heading to the Armoury

"You might want to speak to Yoren, he's going South soon." Mormont called out. When Tyrion reached the armoury he turned to look at Eadric. "So you're a Nord?"

"Aye, born and raised in Falkreath hold." Eadric replied with a nod.

Jeor nodded slowly as he leant against the wooden railing. "Benjen tells me you say you've seen things worse than what's beyond the Wall."

The Nord shrugged slightly. "Seen and killed. As a Companion I get called to deal with problems all over the Province, be it killing Giants or the local Dragon problem."

At that moment Thorne joined them. "Dragons are all dead boy." He scowled at the Nord.

"Ones I've faced are dead, but there are plenty still flying in the skies of Skyrim." Eadric said before digging into his pouch for something. "And if you don't believe me, take a look at this." He took out a scale and held it out to Thorne. "Dragon Scale, from the first Dragon I killed."

Thorne took it and looked it over. "Bah, could easily be from a Lion Lizard." He held it out for Mormont to take it. "How many do you claim to have killed?"

"Three, all of them with help." Eadric explained. "Only the Dragonborn really stands a chance alone."

Jeor turned the scale over in his hands. "The what?"

"Mortal with the soul of a Dragon. He can easily use the ancient power of the Nords, the thu'um."

Thorne scoffed. "You expect me to believe that?"

Eadric shrugged. "Didn't expect Tyrion or Jon to believe it and they didn't. They also didn't believe me when I said there are Giants in Skyrim."

"There are Giants north of the Wall." Mormont stated. "Though only a few of the brothers have seen them, Benjen and the Halfhand are the only two now."

"Most folks in Skyrim have seen Giants, some farmers even give them tribute so they won't attack their farms." The Nord explained.

Thorne raised an eyebrow. "You don't kill them?"

"Why would we?" Eadric shrugged. "They keep to themselves mostly and so long as you keep your distance and leave their Mammoths alone there won't be any issues."

Mormont held the scale out to Eadric. "Sounds like I could use a few Nords here if you live with those beasts."

Eadric took the scale and put it back in his pouch. "We're just a result of our homeland, Skyrim is an unforgiving mistress."

"So is the North." Jeor looked across at Thorne who after a few seconds only nodded in agreement at something. "Do you have any White Walkers in Skyrim?" He asked, turning back to the Nord.

"Any what?"

"White Walkers." Thorne spoke. "The reason the First Men built the Wall in the first place, one of the rangers said he saw one up until the moment Ned Stark cut his head off. The legends say they can raise the dead to fight for them and that no weapons can hurt them."

Eadric thought for a moment and looked up at the top of the Wall. "Nothing called White Walkers in Skyrim, but there are Draugr, ancient Nords cursed with undeath. If you have them north of the Wall I can see why you built it."

"How do you kill them?" Mormont asked.

"Same as you do anything else, with steel. But the Draugr are weak against fire if that helps." Eadric explained. "Your White Walkers sound like Necromancers."

Thorne looked across the square, a light snow was beginning to fall. "Aye, but they're worse. If the White Walkers are back we're going to need more than a bunch of rapers and thieves manning the Wall."

Mormont nodded. "I was going to ask the Imp to try and convince the King to give us more men, but with King Robert I doubt it'll do anything." Thorne scowled at the mention of the King. "You say you've killed Dragons and Giants, you certainly look like you know how to swing that axe. We could use you here at the Wall."

The Nord looked across at Mormont. "You want me to stay here with the Watch?" The Lord Commander just nodded and looked forward again. "Tyrion mentioned your vows mean you can't marry or father children."

"I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children." Mormont recited a part of his oath. "I'm not asking you to take the oath, I'm asking you to stay here where that axe of yours can be put to use."

"Lord Commander." Thorne spoke in an almost warning tone. "He can't stay here if he doesn't take the oath."

Jeor glanced at Thorne. "We can't force him to take the oath." Thorne looked like he was going to protest more but at the last moment decided against it and without a word he walked off. "Don't mind him, he's seen things that'll turn a lesser man insane." He spoke, turning back to face Eadric. "What say you? Will you stay here and help us or go south with the Imp?"

Eadric looked at him for a moment before looking over the square again and the extent of the castle. "I'll think on the matter. Tyrion isn't leaving for a few days yet so I'll decide by then. And if I do stay." He glanced back at Mormont. "I won't be taking the oath. I still want a family when I eventually return to Skyrim."

"I understand." Mormont sighed slightly. "Some of us already had sons before we came here, and I don't think many really adjust to not having families of their own." He placed a hand of Eadrics shoulder. "Think about it. I won't force you to stay, just remember you'll be more use here than down south." He nodded to the Nord before walking off and into one the castles halls, leaving Eadric alone with his thoughts.

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