WOOT NEW CHAPTER! This is the finale of the Oblivion Arc, anything not explained here will be explained in another chapter. And yes, I did not have Ozpin show up on purpose; it's for a later thing. Anyway, this should have been published yesterday, but I had a thing to do yesterday that took the entire time I was conscious; I passed out for two hours, got up and finished this then promptly went back to bed. So yeah, I am pretty fucking tired... to the show!
"HYAA!" Issac yelled as he burst through the door Rahgol roaring, Ruby stood behind him; Crescent Rose pointed into the the entrance. Issac stopped his swing as he saw Goodwitch, Yang, Weiss and Blake drop onto the ground in front of him, the pale light shone through the opening above them. "Oh, sorry 'bout that" Issac said as he lowered Rahgol; the teeth slowed, as if disappointed that it wouldn't get a chance to feed. (See: Issac's OC Bio) "How did you get down here, I thought you went up to check the upper levels?" Issac asked as he stored Rahgol on his back.
Weiss started talking before any of the others could start talking "We came across a group of draugr, they were guarding a trapdoor that led down here; I just don't know where down here is…" Weiss started looking around, observing her dank surroundings. The rough stone and dirt walls seemed liked they would cave in at any moment. Issac smirked and signaled for them to follow him.
"While you're here, you may as well help." Issac drew Rahgol and swung it at the wall, the teeth roaring, the others stared at him in shock and confusion until they all saw a splash of black blood paint the wall like a sadistic Van Gogh. Two halves of a quickly disintegrating reptilian creature fell to the ground and converted to ash. "There are dremora spell-casters nearby, that was a scout familiar. If you see a shimmer on the wall, feel free to strike the wall; just don't bring ten tons of dirt and rock down on our heads… Yang" Issac stared at her until she got the message. She tried to defend herself but Blake stopped her.
"In the few years that I've known you, I have learned that you are probably the only one who would end up literally bringing the house down." she said with a knowing stare. Yang's mouth opened, then closed, opened again like a goldfish. This repeated for a short period before she conceded to defeat. They followed the path for a few dozen meters, Weiss had speared one more familiar. A short time later Issac signaled for all of them to wait except for Blake.
"Stealthy, and quiet; don't let yourself be seen" Issac said as they started walking down the hall, a fork led to two paths. "LAAS YAH NIR" Issac pointed to the left. "So how long have you and Yang known each other?" Blake stared at him for a moment, then answered,
"About two years; in her third year at Signal we ran into each other outside a coffee shop, and we both went our separate ways. But it turns out that she took a liking to me for some reason and tried hunting me down, she tore up three night clubs trying to find information about me. After spending a month in prison for minor property damage, she somehow convinced the owner to dial it back to minor damage, she got out and oddly enough we ran into each other outside the exact same coffee shop. She asked me on a date and that was pretty much it."
"Ah, I geet, I geet." Issac said in a bad Russian accent, then held up his right fist; crouching down he started to sneak into a chamber. Blake faded into the shadows, much to Issac's shock. 'Damn, not many people can stealth like that; hell, even Vex would need a few seconds to melt into the dark.' Issac rolled behind a pillar to the left of the exit of the tunnel and peered around it.
Three dremora spellcasters were chanting around a pedestal, a stream of energy going to a dragon priest in the center of the room. Seven draugr were patrolling the room, their endless search for the life-force of the living to feed their priest, driving them.
Issac began a spell of tri-pronged incinerate, dualcasting the spell he focused on the dremora. He threw the flames at the demons, killing them instantly; ending their control over the priest. Issac stood out from the shadows and began to speak in the dialect of the dov, "priest, I am dragonblood (Sossedov); I request your permission to pass through these halls with my party unharmed"
The priest studied Issac for a moment, then nodded. He began to speak in the dialect of the dov as well, "you are as you say young one, you and your party may pass; you also may have my assistance if you require it. I will serve the child of the final shadow-dragon with my life; the fall of Alduin has been a hurt that none of our people ever expected, so our live are yours to spend" The priest finished his speech and then bowed to Issac.
"I have plans for the demon of this realm, do you know a faster way to the cathedral from here?" Issac asked in the dov tongue, the priest signaled for Issac to follow.
"This is an ancient teleportation shrine of the ancient people of Skyrim, when the dov and mortal races coexisted together." The priest had led Issac to a room with a runed platform, unlit candles ringed around it, the symbol of oblivion was carved into the center. Issac studied it for a moment and gasped
"It's exactly like the atronach forge underneath the college of Winterhold" Issac couldn't believe his eyes, all of the forges had been destroyed after the start of the war with the dominion.
"Yes, this is similar to the forges on Skyrim; but this does not require a tribute to use, only a spell of transportation and a picture of the location." Issac nodded and pulled out a book, he tore out a page and showed it to the priest,
"Will this work?" The priest nodded, "does there need to be an exit shrine?", the priest shook his head. Issac let out a relaxed sigh. Again speaking in English, "finally a break" Issac tugged on the psi chain "Michael, the draugr aren't a threat anymore, they are under the control of a priest; and even better I found a teleportation shrine" Michael didn't respond for a short period, Issac didn't know why until he saw him rush into the dim room the priest had led him to. Michael's jaw fell when he saw the shrine
"Great work, Molag Bal will never see us coming; go prep everyone else while I start preparing the shrine" Michael went to work lighting the candles and igniting the fire around the offering box.
Issac left the Michael to work and signaled the priest to follow him. "I apologize, I never asked for your name" Issac waited for the priest to remember.
"Saviik, or savior in this tongue; I must ask, do you know what caused Alduin to turn upon humanity so quickly? I was captured by Molag Bal a very short time after he began his campaign against humanity' The priest sought answers for his life's work, the service of the race of dov.
"The shadow, not the vokundovah, but an ancient spirit of pure evil; one of its names was Sithis. But in truth, it was the shadow, the source of evil in all realms. It corrupted the mind of Alduin, and turned him against the races of man and mer. Luckily the last dovahkiin was able to slay him before all of Nirn was destroyed, Akatosh took his soul as he died. Most likely to devour the world when its end is reached" Issac explained, shattering the hopes of Saviik's continued worship of the dov.
"Well, there are other dov that survived, correct?" the priest almost sounded hopeful
"Obviously; Paarthurrnax, and seven nameless dov survived working under the thu'um of the last dovahkiin. Your worship is not lost, and the dov are not all dead my friend. You will return to Tamriel and you can be named in the seat of high priest of the dov order. Labrinthian will be brought back to its former glory and you will be the next Konariik." Issac said, throwing his arm around Saviik's shoulder. The priest laughed and nodded.
"Only if we survive this; what is it you're planning to do to the demon?"
"We plan to kill the daedra, I wield the black steel blade so it should be as simple as landing a single blow on the demon" Issac let go of Saviik and signed for him to keep coming, "But for now, we need the power of a grand priest; you are that priest. Call your draugr to our aid, we need an army to charge the beast and the dremora only answer to a priest. All of the Draugr you can call" Issac paused to open the door and walk into the main chamber. All of the others were waiting, warily watching the draugr
"I am a lesser priest my friend, there are two other priests and an acolyte on this realm; their locations have an active shrine, all we need to do is transport ourselves there and kill the dremora commanding them. " Saviik explained, then created three images on stone tablets. He handed them to Issac and he ran to Michael with the tablets.
"So, what are you?" Weiss asked when Issac ran out of the room, Saviik drew back.
"I am a dragon priest, captured by Molag Bal. I am a worshiper of the dov, before they declared war on the mortal races. My life is devoted to the service of the dov." Saviik said as he re-positioned his mask, made of glass (glass not malachite), his dark grey skin underneath the clear material positioned into what looked like a smirk. "I was once a nord, but the effects of the preservation of my body caused me to change into the form you see now. As well as the dragon blood taken from the ancients who commanded our order." Saviik explained his history to them as he started to call out to all of his draugr in the temple, reaching down in the ground hundreds of meters. Weiss stared at him as he silently called to his hordes.
"I have no idea what you're talking about" Weiss deadpanned.
"They aren't from Nirn; they know nothing of Tamrialien events." Hammer said as he polished his hammer spike. (His hammer is made of dwemmer metals, but has a design similar to an ebony hammer.)
"how strange" He said as he floated over to a wall and began to claw more dragonish symbols into the stone wall.
Issac came from the door a few silent minutes later, "CRDL and hammer, you go and rescue Diron. RWBY and Goodwitch, you will rescue Vahlok. JNPR and blade, you will rescue the acolyte Tarn'vahzah. Tell them the legacy of sos calls their service." Issac gave the groups their orders. "We'll stay here and prepare the Draugr warlords for war. Go through that door and Michael will send you to your location, if the priest asks, say I am at the temple of Saviik"
They all shouted their confirmations and started for the shrine. "My draugr are coming from the depths, they shall arrive in a few minutes; are you sure that those beings can handle three dremora?"
Issac scoffed, "of course they can handle three dremora, they each took down an ogrim on our way to this temple." Saviik took a look of surprise, if his recoil was anything to go on. Issac smiled and turned towards the rune covered wall, the runes told a story of captivity. The last line of runes told of hope and freedom. A few silent moments later, an immense group of draugr walked into the room. Almost a hundred warlords came through the entrance of the large chamber. All armed with ebony swords, hammers, battle-axes and war-axes. Issac turned towards the crowd and began speaking in the dialect of the dov, "Hello my brothers, you have been called by the legacy of sos; we shall free our other brothers and destroy the demon who had captured all of you. The host of the black steel blade stands before you, and we shall destroy the forces of Oblivion. Once the demon is dead, you all will be able to return to Skyrim!" Issac heard a roar of approval from the horde. He smiled as the roars grew in strength. "Now Saviik, we need an image of the interior of the Dark Cathedral so we can attack."
"Should be simple enough, I will send a message to the other priests so they will send the rest of their hordes back to this location. I will open the gate inside the walls of the cathedral and our horde of draugr will rush the daedra inside." Saviik explained his idea of the strategy for attack.
"We will have the other hordes of draugr come into this chamber so we will need to make this room larger. Do you mind if I carve out some of the walls to make more room?" Issac asked Saviik as he walked towards one of the walls.
"Do not destroy the wall with my carvings, but other than that you can open this room up a bit more." Issac smirked and turned towards a wall, Issac took a deep breath and shouted "BEX LUV KREN" (OPEN, TEAR, BREAK); ripping the stone to shreds and dissolving the leftover material into dust. In a few moments the room was twice as big as it was before.
Issac stopped his shouting and slumped down on a pillar; "ow, my throat hurts" Issac said, his voice hoarse from the extended use of his thu'um. Saviik began to preach to his draugr, who were adamantly listening to his words. Issac fell asleep for an hour, maybe two. Issac woke later and saw that there were two more priests and an acolyte speaking to hundreds of draugr armed with ebony weapons. CRDL was slumped against a wall, except for Russell who was lying on the ground. JNPR as well as Blake and Weiss were all standing next to Goodwitch, Blade and Hammer. Ruby and Yang were bending to look at Issac more closely, Issac's vision cleared and he jumped back from them.
"Don't, do that. I hate it when people sneak up on you" Issac mumbled as he got up from his slouched position, 'why the hell does my head-'… "Ow, it hurts to think". Issac opened his P.S.P.D. and pulled out a small green bottle and downed its contents, "damn that shit's good, I feel better already!" Issac stated loudly. Ruby and Yang backed away from Issac, an expression of… fear adorning their faces.
"What?" They continued to stare at him, "what? Do I have something on my face?" Issac reached his hand up and felt his face; instead of his rough Nordic skin he felt smooth scales. "Fuck. Me. SIDEWAYS! I give up, I'm done trying to keep this shit off my face" Issac stepped around the baffled Yang and Ruby.
"Izeke- By the nine, the scales of the dov adorns your face; you truly are the child of the grand female" The priest Vahlok said as Issac stepped closer.
"Conspicuous, these scales are, though." Issac said his Nordic accent distorting. Issac extended his wings when a pain shot through them. Black spines shot out along the outer length of his wings, the joints showed a triad of spines. His body then set ablaze, cold fire consumed Issac; the draugr horde roared, the priests bowed, the Vytalians recoiled (Jaune passed out, again) and Michael facepalmed.
"Gods, not this again; we do not have time for you to lose control Issac, keep your thu'um controlled and we won't have a problem." Michael said, punching Issac's head to get his attention. Issac smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. Issac was at this point completely covered in large, angular draconic, scales; two large, black horns extended from the sides of his head in front of where his ears where; what was there now were a pair of plain openings.
"Ha, this may be helpful." His voice the same deathly pitch as it was when he passed out before. Issac crouched down then stood up, his arms facing up and his legs slightly bent; and roared. He roared a fierce and dark roar. A roar that demanded blood; a roar that demanded death. The roars of the draugr joined him, rattling the loose stone and dirt from the walls. Issac slowed his roar and stared at his army with a pride in his mind, he then turned to the priests and the acolyte. "By the right of the dov sos in my body, and the right of my form; I hereby give you all the power of grand priests, come forth and take your place at the side of the grand thu'um." Issac took an ebony dagger off of a nearby table and cut his arm open. The blood flowed out then up from the wound; four streams of blood went into the heads of the priests and acolyte. "Vahlok, you are the grandest of the unmasked priests and are the most deserving of the rank. Diron, you have the might of ten priests and this is the day for your strength to be tested to its limit, the rank has been earned already in my opinion but to others you may seem unworthy; prove yourself to your soldiers and they will follow. Tarn'vahzah, the acolytes were formed by the first dovahkiin and thus are some of the grandest defenders of the mortal races, the process of becoming an acolyte is more demanding than any other guild, clan or cult on Nirn, you have proven yourself simply by becoming an acolyte. Saviik, you have the might within you to become the next Konariik, accept the power within and you shall be victorious! Zeymahe, Brothers; we are going to war; the shedding of blood is your purpose. Now live that purpose and shed the blood of the daedra!"
The horde of draugr roared again, with a renewed ferocity. "Issac, are you sure this will be enough?" Michael asked from behind him.
"Of course, these are all deathlords. The mightiest of the draugr hordes, they will kill many dremora and atronachs; giving us the time we require to kill Molag Bal" Issac explained, turning to Michael. "Saviik, you must open the gate for us; send a fire storm through first to kill any of the inhabitants just outside the exit to the rift." Saviik nodded then chanted open a rift, reaching for the bases of energy beneath the shrine, he tore open a rift immense in size, and attached it to the wall Issac had carved out. He then began a master spell, fire storm. He launched the storm through the rift, a beat passed then the draugr charged through the gate. The horde of ancient nords met the horde of surprised daedra.
Issac jumped up and flew through the rift roaring, he came through and loosed a torrent of flame from his draconic maw onto the daedra. Dozens of daedra lay dead already and more were definitely coming. All of the Vytalians rushed through the gate and joined the fight against the daedra. Ruby shot Crescent Rose and killed three dremora behind her as she flew forwards, cutting several more in half. She lept up and continued into the fray. Yang burst into flames and charged through dozens of dremora, leveling them with her rage alone, simply because a dremora nicked a few hairs off the back of her head; her aura stopped the blade from hitting her head, but did noting for her hair. Weiss and Goodwitch were both casting spell after spell, spearing burning and otherwise eviscerating the dremora. Surprisingly enough, CRDL was working well taking out several of the creatures with little to no damage taken themselves. Jaune and Pyrrah were fighting alongside a dozen draugr wielding swords and shields. Nora was happily leaping from dremora to dremora, crushing them like grapes before a steam-press. Ren on the other hand was tackling an atronach titan with Hammer and Blade. Michael called for Issac to land.
"What is it old man, my horde needs my support." Issac was getting frustrated and almost lost control before Michael had called him.
"You're losing control of yourself; you need to hunt down Molag Bal, not fight the endless hordes of dremora and atronachs." Michael yelled over the roar of combat, he then pulled out an arrow and killed a frost atronach charging them. "Hunt Molag Bal, then kill these daedra" Issac nodded then took off towards the Cathedral, Ruby turned to see Issac flying and sprinted to follow him killing dremora at almost every step. Issac came to a stop outside the gate to the pits of Coldharbour, the frost pits beneath the Cathedral were a symbol of oppression to every sentient race in Nirn. Molag Bal was the one who kept the pits cold and lifeless, the pits were his place to remain and will be his final resting place. Issac then called to the Black Steel Blade.
"Blood Tribute, The Infinite Sacrifice, Blade of Death, Dinok"
The blade materialized on his hip, he drew the blade and plunged it into his gut, then called to The Golden Plate.
"Unyielding Defense, Infinite Survival, The Golden Plate, Saviik"
The golden line appeared on his arm as he drew out the smoky blade. The plate expanded into its full form and sealed his wound; Issac then said three words with thu'um, an unusual shout "UZNEGAAR TOOR STAADNAU" he burst into black flames. Issac took a deep breath drawing in the black flames then drew back his body, his head and his mind; and threw his entire being into a shout of such force, it shook the foundations of Oblivion.
"YOL TOOR SHUL"
The black flames came forth, hotter than any sun or star; and dissolved the daedric gate like ice. the flames continued forth, reaching down into the pits. Heating them to such an intensity that they would never cool. The flames awoke the demon beneath.
"Who dares assault the Prince of Oppression, the Lord of Slaves and The Grandest of all Daedra?"
A deep, demonic rumble was heard all throughout all planes of Oblivion. All of the daedric princes closed their gates in fear of Molag Bal, except one. Sanguine knew what was happening, and materialized next to Issac. "I see you enjoy causing a mess, you mind if I crash this party?"
Issac laughed then said "Only if I get to help" He waved Dinok making Sanguine laugh
"I'll hold him, you hit him; deal?" Before Issac could respond Molag Bal burst forth from the gate, engulfed in black flames. His immense winged shape consumed by flames, caused every being, mortal and daedric, to pause and see the most intimidating being in existence. As Molag Bal emerged Ruby caught up with Issac, to see Sanguine standing next to him. Sanguine began to grow, yet maintaining his dremora shape, tackled Molag Bal. Molag Bal grabbed him by the throat and threw him across the courtyard, crushing hundreds of his daedra; when he reached a stop he faded from Coldharbour saying "sorry". Issac spread his wings and charged him. Time slowed as Issac watched Molag Bal start to swing at Ruby, who was standing there in pure fear. Issac stopped and rushed to her, 'Shit, I'm not going to make it'
"WULD NAH KEST"
Issac flew forward, knocking Ruby out of the path of the swing; but putting himself into it. Dinok fell from his grasp and Saviik fell off of his arm. Then his head and right side hit the ground, a moment later his left side and legs fell. "ISSAC!" Ruby screamed. Jaune and Pyrrah had fought their way to the spot to see Issac get cut in half. Ruby sat holding Issac, his blood flowing from his body faster than it could be replaced. Jaune saw this and didn't freeze, he felt something in the back of his mind tugging. Commanding him to take the silver hilt and golden bar into his hands. Jaune rushed forwards and grabbed the parts.
"Puny mortal, you have no power for you are no god. You will die and your soul will be my plaything"
Jaune felt rage, his mind overwhelmed him and he burst into golden light. On Jaune's left arm was Saviik, like normal; but in his right hand was the silver hilt of Dinok, but instead of the black smoke, there was a white blade. A solid white blade embodying glory, hope and freedom. Jaune charged Molag Bal, who swiped at him. Jaune stopped the strike cold with Saviik, then cut off the hand of the demon. Molag Bal roared in agony and tried to retreat. White light engulfed Jaune as he blew past Molag Bal's failing defenses, he leapt the ten meters to reach the head of the demon. Jaune plunged the blade into his head before Molag Bal could react. The roar the came next would never be heard again, it was the roar of infinite dremora, atronachs and lesser daedra, dying as Molag Bal's soul was leeched into the blade. The body of the demon fell, then turned to ash. As was with all the dremora in the courtyard of the Cathedral.
Energy began to flow from Issac into his lower back. Ruby continued to cry as Michael sprinted to see what had happened. He saw Jaune, the looked at Issac, then quickly back at Jaune. Dinok and Saviik faded from Jaune's hands as if they were never there. "Nononononononono" he yelled quickly as he ran towards Issac's upper half. When he reached Issac, a hologram appeared from his lifeless green eyes, the hologram was a younger Issac, maybe ten years old.
"If you're seeing this, then I'm either fucking stupid and accidentally blew myself up with a nuke, or I have died protecting another. Either way, you must retrieve the black gem from my lower back and return it to Michael. He'll know what to do" The hologram shut off.
"Impossible, it never worked on any other living being" Michael mumbled as the energy continued to flow into the lower back of the half body. He reached down and cut open the back to find a large black soul gem. The gem glowed with power, Michael quickly called Hammer and Blade.
"Hammer, take them home; Blade, take the priests, acolyte and the draugr to Skyrim. I need to attempt something insane." They complied with his orders. Michael grabbed Aus from the lower half, Krosis from the upper half. He then grabbed the remnants of Rahgol, who had been shattered, then cut off Issac's head.
Michael quickly stored the weapons in his P.S.P.D. then planeswalked to the only place capable of doing what he planned. Council medical facility: Chandra. The only facility with an oxygen atmosphere that can resurrect the dead, if the brain is fresh, and the soul is present. He sprinted down the silver halls to find the necromancer that directed the facility. "A councilor has been killed, his soul and brain are here; you must hurry!" Michael yelled at the scaly humanoid, he took the head and gem and sprinted to a resurrection chamber.
Three months later…
"You need to rest, Issac. You were killed and resurrected, you need to stay in bed to recover." A male dragonkin said, staring at the holographic vitals display, his weapons skills had dropped down to adept levels, his magick skills were still at master, and he still knew his thu'um. Issac layed on a bed, not a scale on his body; the only remnant of his previous form being the horns.
"I'll rest later, I must see my peyt." Issac said, forcing himself out of the bed again. The dragonkin pushed down on the bed again. He sighed and gave up.
"Fine; since there's no stopping you, take this and go" The dragonkin handed Issac a large white bottle. (copy of The White Phial made by a master alchemist so it restores everything). Issac downed the entire contents and jumped out of the bed.
"Thanks doc, I feel like a million septims" Issac yelled as he ran down the hall. He stopped at his locker and grabbed Krosis and Aus and Rahgol's gem. He then sprinted down the hall to find the walkers cliff. A pit for rifts to be torn open in, to accommodate for spacial differentials. Issac jumped down and opened a rift to be above Beacon. Issac fell through it and spread his wings. An updraft caught him and he tumbled a bit. He corrected his flight and flew to the top of the trademark beacon of Beacon Academy. He waited until the final classes were let out.
"LAAS YAH NIR"
Issac saw the sorrowful cherry red aura of his little peyt. He smirked at the idea of his next move, Issac ran and jumped off the peak of the beacon. He dove at her; and snatched her up into the air, he rose about a hundred meters and stopped his ascent. Ruby screamed, not knowing what was going on. Until she saw Issac's face "oh my god", she stared at him for a moment, then burst into happy tears.
"oh my god, you're alive!" she cried into his shoulder, Issac chuckled as he rubbed her back. Still flapping his wings to keep them in the air, he elaborated.
"Heh, didn't I say I'd always come back?"
BOOM, I just did that. Killed a god, made Jaune a hero skipping the Jaune Arc in the show entirely because of things for later, killed my OC, brought my OC back to life AND had a sappy reunion scene. BOOM!
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But seriously, tell me what you think about the finale of the Oblivion Arc. Oh and I should say, the council knows that they're from fiction and are able take advantage of that, showing the measurable skills, abilities and attributes of their people. So yeah, read, review, favorite and all that crap. SEE YOU NEXT TIME!