DIsclaimer: Still don't own Percy Jackson or The Elder Scrolls
"Um….can he see us?" Apollo whispered to Hermes, both not taking their eyes off the image of the Nord they were spying on.
"I can hear you as well sun god." Was the response from the image. The Olympians all looked at each other in confusion. How was this possible?
"How?" Athena asked, was Njal always like this and she didn't notice? Or did something happen? Either way this got really strange from what she was expecting.
"I believe I inquired first about the cause of your spying." Njal replied, never tearing his gaze from the gods of Olympus. Apparently not only did Vision of the Tenth Eye find objects that were invisible, but also the very poorly hidden massive image of a bunch of twenty feet tall Olympians. Apparently Drevis never mentioned this…..lazy bastard. Though it did give him a good view of most of the gods bristling at his last statement. Apparently they did not take anything short of complete respect well. To bad for them then. Though it looked like Apollo was the first to recover from the momentary surprise.
"Uh…..Zeus was pissed about you removing a storm of his, then...well we saw you summon some wicked looking demons and our interest was...peaked so to speak." Apollo said as the rest of the gods nodded along with his answer.
"And the thought of simply asking did not cross your mind?" Njal asked, slightly annoyed at the, once again apparent, lack of practicality of the Greeks. Really was it so hard to grasp the concept of asking someone about something instead of spying.
Zeus narrowed his eye and spoke "And why should we, who are gods, lower ourselves to asking a mortal why he can do things only a demigod or god can do?"
"You believe me to be a mortal?" Njal asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You aren't? But neither me or Athena sensed any god blood in you" Inquired Demeter. What else didn't she know about Njal.
"If you were merely going by blood, than mine is that of a wolfs. My soul however is that of a dovah or dragon." Njals words once again surprised the Olympians. Wolfs blood? Did he mean a werewolf. That caused unnerving amongst them, even more so than before.
"You mean you are a werewolf?" Artemis, goddess of the hunt spoke with narrowed eyes. If this man was indeed a werewolf and he had also had a demigod child with Demeter that could result in something very bad. Demeter was also at the time having a panic attack over the idea that she had bedded a werewolf.
"Aye I am, but not of the kind you are thinking about so calm yourselves before you make a rash judgement call. Though….aye the beast blood is in me it is nothing compared to the power of the dov that resides in my soul." Njal kind of reassured. Though that statement brought even more questions.
"What do you mean not the kind we are thinking of, and what is that language you keep using?" Inquired Athena. Njal was so much more less complicated when he was merely a mortal with a good mind for war tactics. What ever happened to those days?
The werewolves of gol or Earth, are creatures made by Zeus as punishment to a king. Where in Mundus my home world, they are the creations of Hircine Daedric Prince, or god if you must, of the Hunt, and while yes I' am one of them my particular strain of lycanthrope renders me completely in control over my more…...feral side. That and these help." Njal raised his hand to show a silver ring with a wolfs head on it, as well various tattoos of moons, bones, blood drops, and small etching of a hunt lining his forearm.
"As for the language it is that of the dovah or dragons. The words themselves are magical and can be formed into shouts that, with enough practice, destroy entire cities, halt time, control the elements and much, much more." Njal explained to the, now very lost looking gods. Were they not paying attention? Does the idea of a dimension traveling werewolf/dragon demigod seem so ludicrous. It seemed quite possible to him.
"You know what I'm done. I'm done just trying to wrap my mind around this, its too complicated I am tagging out." Apollo stated waving his hands in the universal sign of done. Hermes looked ready to do the same, Ares...looked like his brain was short circuited, Aphrodite also looked lost, Artemis looked like she was more interested in the other Hunt god mouthing its name as if to test the sound, Athena looked like her mind was in overdrive, Demeter looked more interested in the images on his arm, she always liked his tattoos, and the rest looked like they wanted more elaboration from the Nord. Zeus was the next to speak.
"You said you are from another dimension called, what, Mundus? What is Mundus and more importantly how did you get here?" Zeus inquired. Well looks like he is going to take up drinking if this conversation got any more….out there.
"Mundus is the plane or realm of existence that encompasses Nirn, its moons, and attendant Aedric planets. It was created by the et'Ada or more specifically the Anuic et'Ada who later became known as the Aedera or, our creators. The Padomaic et'Ada became known as the Daedra or, not our creators. Magnus, the god of magic, was the architect for Mundus and drew up its plans of creation. Though he later became disgusted at what Mundus was, the creation that caused many of the other et'Ada to give their entireties in its creation, fled Mundus by going into Aetherius, the heavens, the hole created by his departure became the sun. Many other et'Ada followed threw Aetherius as well became the stars. Those that remained became the Ehlnofey the "Earth Bones" taking up various aspects of nature." Njal lectured on the origins of his realm. What? Zeus never specified on what he wanted to hear. Though from a look at the gods most seemed shell shocked about the creation of his realm. Guess the concept of sacrificing their all to create mortals was well above their heads.
"How I got here however was entirely by my own doing. For you see as an Archmage I take my study of the clever craft seriously and seek out all aspects of it. This has lead to me obtaining knowledge that has been supposedly lost and or forgotten. Levitation magic is an example of one of these, but I digress. There is a magic known as Shadow Magic, you see a shadow is more than just an absence of light, it is the reflections of possible worlds created by forces in conflict. I was studying this magic, away from anyone else, in my homestead when I manipulated a shadow that sent me through time and space. To here, During World War 2." That last statement, well this whole speech made the gods widen their eyes. Njal was at the very Least 83 years old and had the appearance of a 30 year old. Granted they were immortal and ageless but, how was he?
"I see by the looks in your eyes that you question my being here and how I have stayed alive. The answer to that comes in the form of my meditations on Rotmulaag or, words of power. For you see the words of the dragon language are more than simple words with magical effects. To learn and understand a Rot, a word is to take its meaning into yourself, to become closer to that word, an example given to me by my mentor with the word fus or, force. "It is called 'Force', in your tongue. But as you push the world, so does the world push back. Think of the way force may be applied effortlessly. Imagine but a whisper pushing aside all in its path. That is fus. Let its meaning fill you. Su'um ahrk morah, breath and focus. You will push the world harder than it pushes back"." Njal finished the quote from his long time friend and mentor Paarthurnax as he remembered the day he became ageless. The day he meditated on Ul, eternity and thus made him eternal as time. He has meditated on most of the words of power he knew, which was a great deal if not all the shouts he had encountered, but he had yet to meditate on one. Diiv, or Wyrm. To do so would not only make him ageless but, as immortal as the dov. He was not sure he wanted that. After all even if he is ageless he could still fall in battle, get to Sovngarde that way. And divines, if someone did manage to kill him they earned it, and he didn't want to take that victory away from someone. Though...that was then, now..if the lives of his daughterswere on the line and that was the only way to save them then...it would be done. Njal had been so caught up in his own thoughts he had not heard what the Olympians were saying.
"What should we do? He is far too powerful for my comfort." Hera asked the other Olympians as they looked around the room, torn on a decision. On one hand Njal was incredibly powerful, maybe to much so, but on the other he had never shown any reason to actually try and overthrow them. Plus he could serve as a great help to call on for there own personal need. However before they could say anything the walls of the sewer exploded as men with flash lights stormed in and began to yell.
"NYPD! GET ON THE GROUND!"