I'm not dead! I got better! I feel happy!
Sorry about the delay, had college stuff and other things pop up.
Also sorry for the short length of this one, kinda ran out of things to write about with the episode we're currently working with
As usual I hope you enjoy the read.

The Shivering Maiden, Solitude Docks, Skyrim

Severus paced the Captain's room on the Shivering Maiden, his ship for the journey to Westeros. In the centre there was a meeting table where Erik was currently sat along with Guilliman, both idly drinking from goblets of spiced wine. They were both waiting for the commander of the Cohort that was coming with them, they needed to go over what they were going to be doing once they arrived in Westeros. The door to the room opened and someone Severus was not expecting walked in.

"Legate Rikke." He gave a nod to Tullius' second in command. "Wasn't aware you'd be the one leading the Legion coming with us."

"General Tullius wanted me here himself." She returned the nod and sat down at the table. "So we're here to discuss what we're going to do in this Westeros."

Dinontus nodded. "And to hunt down the Daedra champions."

"Do we have any maps of this land?" Severus asked as he took his seat.

Rikke nodded. "We do, but for all we know it could be horribly out of date, it's over four hundred years old." She took out a piece of parchment and spread it out, revealing a map of a tall thin continent that extended to the north of the map but met the sea at the south. "This map came from Westeros during the time of the Septim Empire when a trader crossed the Eastern Sea in an attempt to find new locations." Rikke explained. "He arrived here." She pointed to the South Eastern corner of the continent. "In a city called Oldtown, apparently the largest in Westeros."

Severus slowly nodded. "Then that's where we're headed. How many men do you have?"

"Four infantry Centuries, one Equite Century, around eight hundred men." The Legate stated. "Along with your men we should have enough to combat anything barring entire armies the champions throw at us."

Erik looked at the map for a moment. "Do we have any idea who these champions are?"

Severus looked over at Dinontus who only shook his head. "The Shamans said nothing about who the champions were, only that some of the Princes won't send theirs. Thankfully neither Molag Bal or Mehrunes Dagon will be sending theirs, according to Malacath anyway."

There was a slight sigh of relief from the other three. "Thank the Nine." Rikke muttered. "With luck we won't be dealing with a Daedric invasion then."

"And if that happens?" Guilliman asked.

Rikke looked at him and glanced at Severus. "Then we try to stop it and send word to General Tullius."

"You know the Empire isn't strong enough yet to fight off another Daedra invasion." Severus sighed slightly as he looked at the map again. "The last war with the Elves cost us too much."

"There are still the Legions of High Rock." Dinontus said, with some measure of pride. "They have been unaffected by the last war and we can muster the Orcs if needed. Not to mention your 'Hammer of the Elves' could probably raise his own army if he wanted to."

Severus, Rikke and Erik looked at Dinontus and there was silence in the room for several seconds before Severus finally spoke. "The Empire cannot demand Jarl Balgruuf call the Carls of Skyrim, it was one of the concessions the Empire made after the war with the Elves, to stop another Civil War happening."

Guilliman shrugged. "I'm sure he could be convinced. And even in the courts of High Rock there have been whispers of those wanting jarl Balgruuf the Greater as Emperor, not Empress Elisif."

"Enough of this." Severus warned. "Legate, we're done here for the time being. Tell your men we sail for Oldtown." He picked up the map and folded it, planning on reading it later. "Oh, and I think it's best we stop off at Raven Rock on our way to the Eastern Sea, Ash Yams are probably the easiest food to preserve on the whole continent."

Rikke nodded and left, but not before aiming a glare at the Breton.

Castle Black, The North, Westeros

"Right you useless bunch of thieves, gather round!" Thorne yelled out around the square to the multiple new recruits to the Night's Watch present. In a few seconds they were all in a group standing in front of Thorne and Eadric, who was standing to Thorne's left and resting a practise axe on his shoulder. "This man here has killed sods like you before. So rather than have you all twat at each other like boys you're going to try beating him."

The various recruits looked at the Nord though Jon was the only one to look slightly worried by the prospect. "He going to use that axe?" Grenn asked, gesturing with his practise sword to the axe in the Nord's hand.

"Aye he's going to use it." Thorne replied with a scowl. "Plenty of Wildlings use axes like that, especially the Thenns, and you don't want to face a Thenn." The training master looked around the group of recruits. "Grenn, why don't you go first." He said with an evil smirk.

Grenn glanced at the large Nord who swung the axe down from his shoulder and held it in both hands. With a muttered curse he stepped forward and the other recruits backed up to form a semi circle. With a yell he charged in much the same way he had when first facing Jon and swung widely to the right. Eadric reacted nearly instantly and moved the handle of his axe to push the sword aside and redirect it past him and in the same motion brought the flat of the axe head against the side of Grenn's face, sending him stumbling to the floor painfully and pushing a hand against the side of his face.

Thorne rolled his eyes. "Rast, see how he handles a raper."

The recruit in question, Rast, stepped forward and glanced at the still prone Grenn before facing Eadric and raising his sword. Without a word or yell like Grenn had, he charged swinging left rather than right. Eadric again moved the haft of the axe to move the blow aside but Rast only swung again. Backing up to dodge the next swing Eadric swung the axe one handed causing Rast to duck but when he stood back up at full height the Nord was already there. Grabbing Rast by the neck, Eadric lifted him off the ground by a few inches and held him there for a second or two before throwing him to the floor.

As Rast scrambled back to the group and nursed his neck Thorne smirked. "That is how a Wildling fights. Any of you cunts think you can still take him on?" There was silence from the recruits for over a minute and Thorne just sighed. "Pyp, let's see how far you get."

Pyp glanced between Thorne and Eadric a few times, looking very nervous. Eventually he stepped forward and raised his sword. Before he could advance though, Eadric charged with a roar eliciting a meek yelp from Pyp who jumped back and dropped his sword.

"Pathetic." Thorne sneered. "Lord Snow, show him what a bastard can do."

Jon nodded slightly and stepped forward to face the Nord and raised his sword while Eadric again grasped the haft of the axe in both hands. The two shared a nod and slowly circled each other, looking for an opening. Soon Eadric repeated the charge he'd used on Pyp and roared but unlike before his opponent didn't so he swung the axe at Jon, who quickly rolled out of the way and tried to slash the Nord's back. Using the same trick he'd used in their first spar, Eadric backhanded Jon in the side of the face after the practise sword slid easily off of his mail armour. Jon reeled from the force of the impact but quickly raised his sword again in a one handed grip.

"Hey, Jon hit him!" Pyp called out, followed by murmurs of agreement from the other recruits, except Grenn who was still nursing the side of his face which had swelled a bit.

Thorne just shrugged. "He's wearing armour."

Before Pyp could protest again Eadric went back on the offensive, swinging the axe wide and keeping it going by moving it over his head so he didn't have to try stopping the swing, which Jon responded to by backing out of the way of each wing and trying to get in light nicks against the Nord's armour. This continued for a few moments until Jon stumbled on the damp floor and fell to the floor, just missing one of Eadric's swings. Ashe scrambled up Eadric stopped swinging and hefted the axe into the air before bringing it down on Jon, who quickly rolled out of the way and struck down on the haft of the axe as it was planted in the ground, causing it to fall out of the Nord's hand.

As the now weaponless Eadric backed up from the advancing Jon the assembled recruits cheered as it seemed one of their number had beaten the Nord. Thorne however just crossed his arms. "Fight's not over yet."

Rast, who was still rubbing his sore neck glared up at Thorne. "But Snow just disarmed him."

"You really he think he needs a sword to fight you?" He gestured to the seven foot tall Nord who was still backing up but carefully watching Jon, looking for an opportunity.

Jon meanwhile pointed his sword tip at Eadric. "Do you yield?"

Eadric looked Jon in the eye and then glanced around his immediate vicinity, looking for anything to use as a weapon. Finding nothing he glanced down at his belt where his Saex was still sheathed. Sighing slightly as he dismissed the idea he shrugged. "Fine, I yield."

The recruits cheered for a moment until Thorne glared at them, causing them to shut up instantly. "Go clean yourselves up." He instructed and they all quickly filtered off, most heading to the armoury, leaving only Thorne and Eadric in the square. "Why didn't you do it?" He asked, pointedly glancing down at the Nord's Saex.

Eadric shrugged slightly as he picked up the axe from the ground. "Didn't want to kill him."

...

Eadric leant against the side of the trench of ice on the top of the wall and Tyrion pissed off the side of it. To his side Jon chuckled as the two watched the dwarf make good on his promise. When Tyrion finished he pulled up his trousers and turned, jumping down the small step he'd been standing on. "I'm Sorry to see you leave, Lannister." Jon said with a slight smile, the first Eadric had seen.

Tyrion looked aguely surprised by the statement, as if he hadn't been expecting any kind of sorrow on Jon's part. "It's either me or this cold, and it doesn't seem to be going anywhere." He joked.

"Will you stop at Winterfell on your way south?" Jon asked.

Tyrion smirked. "I expect I will, gods know there aren't many feather beds between here and Kings Landing."

Jon nodded. "If you see my brother Bran, tell him I'd visit if I could."

"Of course." Tyrion said with an understanding look on his face.

"He'll never walk again." Jon continued.

Tyrion shrugged slightly. "If you're going to be a cripple, it's better to be a rich cripple." He offered another smile before turning to Eadric. "So have you decided if you're staying here to freeze your cock off or coming south with me?"

The Nord chuckled and shook his head. "I'm staying here. Mormont has a point, this was built for more than just a lot of men with axes and spears, you have more on this side of the wall."

"I'm not going to be able to convince you, am I?" Tyrion asked with a smirk.

"No, you're not." Eadric chuckled before holding out a hand. "Farewell, Lannister."

Tyrion shook it and turned to face both of them. "Good luck Haraldsson, Snow." He nodded his head before leaving, heading towards where the lift was held.

After Tyrion left Jon looked over the other side of the wall and stood where Tyrion had when he was relieving himself. "Glad you're staying, Nord."

Eadric joined him on the small ledge and looked over the vast landscape. "Doubt your fellow recruits will like that I'm staying." He noted.

"Give them time." Jon stated as he looked down at the floor next to the bottom of the wall. "Why didn't you use your knife? I saw you look at it, you wanted to."

The Nord glanced at Jon for a moment before drawing the Saex from its sheath. "You know what this is made of?"

Jon looked at him, confused. "Steel, isn't it?"

Eadric shook his head. "Not just steel, Skyforge Steel." As if to demonstrate he thrust the blade into the side of the ice trench they were standing in, the blade sunk deep, almost to the hilt. "Strongest steel in Tamriel. Would've probably killed you if I used it."

"Skyforge?" Jon repeated and gave a look of thought. "Sounds like Valyrion Steel. Never needs sharpening and can cut through most armours."

"Skyforge needs sharpening, though according to Eorland the truly ancient Skyforge weapons didn't." Eadric explained as he yanked the Saex out of the wall.

Jon looked up at the Nord. "Well, I'm glad you're with us." For the first time since Eadric had known him the boy gave a semblance of a smile. "You going to take the Oath?"

Eadric grinned and shook his head. "By the Nine no, I have a wife to think about."

Raven Rock, Solstheim, Tamriel

As the small rowing boat made it closer to the docks Severus saw just how much the Dunmer colony had changed since he was last here. While then it was the destitute backwater of the Dark Elven domains, now it was clearly a thriving mining town. The Bulwark had been extended further down the coast and there were houses as far as the ancient stone that Miraak had once corrupted.

Waiting for him at the docks, and to no one's surprise, was Adril Arano, Second Councillor of Raven Rock. When the boat got close enough to the docks Severus stepped out of it. "Councillor, good to see you." The Imperial said with a nod.

"Semponius, the First Councillor will be happy to host you but..." He pointedly looked at the large Imperial fleet anchored in the harbour. "House Redoran will not be able to host such a large force, nor would it be inclined to."

Severus nodded slightly and glanced over his shoulder as Erik joined him. "We do not wish to burden you with our presence for long, we just wish to purchase some of this year's harvest of Ash yam, we're heading on a long voyage."

Adril stroked his chin slightly. "I think we can manage that Semponius. I'll speak with Garyn, I'm sure he has plenty of surplus that needs selling."

"We'll pay full price for it if he does." The Imperial stated, which drew a almost imperceptible smile from the Dunmer.

Before the two could continue the conversation someone neither expected approached. "Ah, Dragonborn. I see the rumours were correct." Neloth spoke, a smug expression on his face.

"What rumours?" Arano asked, turning back to Severus.

Severus sighed slightly. "We're sailing across the Eastern Sea, past Akivir."

Adril narrowed his eyes. "I see now why you want the Ash Yams." He muttered as he turned to walk back to the town proper, no doubt to speak to Garyn, town farmer.

"So." Neloth spoke up. "Where in Westeros will you be landing?"

"Oldtown."

Neloth nodded slightly. "Makes sense, the second largest city. But why not arrive at Kingslanding?"

Sevrus looked at him, confused. "Kingslanding?"

"The Capital of the Seven Kingdoms of course." Neloth sighed and pointedly rubbed his forehead. "You act as if you're using horrendously outdated maps."

The Imperial crossed his arms. "We're using the most up to date map the Empire keeps, four hundred years old."

"By Malacath's toenails you couldn't possibly use a more inaccurate map." THe Telvanni mage-Lord exclaimed. "I will be coming with you."

Severus raised an eyebrow, this wasn't like Neloth. "I thought you were more the stay at home and send lackeys out kind of mad mage."

Neloth waved dismissivly. "After the frankly pathetic... Um... What do you call it, footage!" He snapped his fingers. "That you gathered when killing a Briarheart it would be best if I gather firsthand experience on what you encounter in Westeros. And you'll have the most powerful mage in all of Tamriel with you."

"We already have Imperial Battlemages." Severus stated as he crossed his arms, he knew he wasn't going to be able to deny the Dunmer but he was damn well going to try. "And besides, what of Tel Mythren while you're gone?"

"My steward will keep it in shape." Neloth stated bluntly. "Now, I know more about Westeros than anybody with you does so it's in your best interests to have me along. I even have plenty of those Ash Yams I knew you'd come to get." He stepped out of the way to show Dwemer Spider carrying several sacks. "I was able to control one, I named him felix."

Felix the spider putted out a slight amount of steam and seemed to look up at Severus expectently, causing the Imperial to sigh. "Why am I not surprised?" He was about to do something he might regret later, he was sure of it. "Fine you can come."

"Excellent." Neloth smirked as he walked past Severus and Erik to sit in the boat they'd arrived in.

At that moment Adril returned. "I've had a word with Garyn and he has a few sacks for sale." He saw Neloth sitting in the boat and shot Severus a questioning look but didn't elaborate, to which Severus only replied with an exasperated look.

The Ragged Flagon, Riften, Skyrim

Delvin sat in his usual place in the Ragged Flagon, he had a goblet of good High Rock wine in his hand and the accounts of the latest takings from the other holds in the other. From his place he snuck a few looks at Vex as he usually did and mentally undressed her, which was easy considering he knew what was beneath. The Imperial thieve didn't look at him but from the small sigh he knew he'd been spotted. "Delvin..." She said with a resigned voice as she motioned to the note she'd stuck on the wall of the Flagon some time ago, getting the message, Delvin returned to his reading.

"Hey, Delvin." Came Brynjolf's voice as the red haired Nord joined him. "Got a job for you."

"And what job's that then, mate?" The Breton asked as he set down the goblet of wine.

"Word is the Dragonborn's sailing over the Eastern sea." Brynjolf explained as he sat down. "To a whole new continent with its own people. And it occured to me that that means there's a whole land of people out there with full pockets just waiting to be relieved of their burden."

Delvin smirked. "I can see where this is going."

The Nord grinned. "So, you onboard?"

"I'm always onboard, Brynjolf." Delvin grinned back. "When do we set out and who are we taking with us?"

The guild master of the thieves guild looked up in thought. "I'm going to staying here, but I'm sure you can get yourself set up just fine over there. Your brother managed it in Raven Rock."

Delvin nodded slowly. "Yeah, Glover did well over there. I'll set out tomorrow. So in the meantime." He shot Brynjolf a smirk as he spoke up. "Oi! Vex! Since it's likely I won't be com-"

"Not a chance Mallory!" Vex called out from where she sat, causing both Brynjolf and Delvin to begin laughing.

Thanks to Hornet07 for this idea, as of now I'll list the various champions and Princes they serve at the end of each chapter. More Champions will be listed as more are introduced/revealed.

Eadric Haraldsson - Hircine
Skjor - Hircine
Mysterious figure in black - You think it would be that easy?
Delvin Mallory - Nocturnal, albeit unknowingly

Thanks for reading.
Before any of you PM me or review about, Neloth does actually say 'by Malacath's toenails' in game.
And yeah I decided one of the champions would be Delvin, loved the thieves guild characters and didn't want to waste them in a throw away bit for the introduction of an OC.
As usual feel free to leave a review, all help is appreciated.