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"Of course!" Njal let out a laugh. Of course the police show up! Why wouldn't they. Then again...he did blow up this entire room, and that probably made a lot of noise.

"We need a to get medic down here, we got a pile of dead bodies and one armed, assumed assailant." One of the officers radioed in. Ah...great the Drakons body was still affected by the mist. Lovely. Njal looked up and observed the gods who had very amused faces at the moment. Find this funny did they? Well Njal could easily turn those tables, after all this was nothing that some Alteration and Thaumaturgy magic would solve.

"I said get on the ground." One of the officers yelled at Njal, gun pointed at him. Letting out a sigh Njal spoke to the officer, just to see if this conflict was unavoidable, after all he really had the upmost respect for the boys in blue but right now they were trending on mighty thin ice.

"Be at peace officer, I mean you no harm, but alas I have more to do tonight and will not let your interference prevent me from such." Hopefully that would calm him down. A gun chamber being pulled back caught Njals ear as he saw the the other officers in the room aim towards him. He really did not wish to harm them, but if they proceed with this current course of foolishness then he would retaliate. Not with active deadly force, but altering the rules and nature of reality in a physical sense.

"Last warning, get on the ground!" The officer stated as the others all pulled back their gun chambers ready to fire. The gods that were observing with curiosity wondered how Njal would get out of this. After all they weren't sure he would harm the mortals as he would the monsters he hunted. No, he didn't seem like that kind of person. Granted he didn't seem like an ageless dimension traveling nigh godly being either, but hey this was a personality call not a physical one. Though he might take offence to them unloading all their bullets into him, like just what happened now. The gods eyes widened as they now just comprehended that the police had just fired approximately 120 glock 22 rounds at Njal...oh boy.

Police Sergeant Matthews was not having a good day. It started when he got up in the morning and stubbed his toe on his dresser, no big deal but it is annoying, next the coffee he had purchased from the store was made wrong and tasted like distilled water, slightly more aggravating but hey thats life, next though as soon as he enters his precinct to begin his rounds of the night shift they get a call that a sewer vent near Central Park not only was smashed in by a car crash but also shortly after words exploded due to a gas leak, grrreat, there went his night but you gotta do what you gotta do. However. When the first responders sent in a call that they heard voices talking as well as a pile of dead bodies in ground zero of the explosion, then it got more complicated. After he got there he rounded up some officers to check it out they had to breach an adjacent wall to the location of the explosion due to the debris., which unfortunately led to him looking at the biggest man he has seen in his entire life holding a giant ass sword and talking to himself. Associating the man with the pile of dead he ordered the man to get on the ground. But apparently Goliath over there was too good for that and refused to move. Heck, even when the rest of his boys and him had the man at gunpoint he just stared at him and told him in a deep ass voice to, essentially get out the guys way. Well….even if the prick made it past him and his guys there was still the other fifteen cops outside waiting for the order to come in. So after telling the giant to get on the ground once more, and him not budging once more, Matthews ordered his men to fire. After all this guy was not only resisting arrest, but carrying a deadly weapon and had probable cause for lethal intent. What happened next made him want to take up drinking again. The man glowed yellow for a bit, which he and his men took as a sign to start shooting only, there bullets either hit the guy and fell to the floor or ricochet of him and around the room. The hell was this guy….superman?

Njal was unamused. The bullets that the law of this realm had shoot at him never stood a chance against a shield spell. They should consider themselves lucky he didn't cast reflect otherwise there would be eight dead cops as opposed to eight amnesic, slightly battered cops. So with that in mind Njal casted an AOE paralyze spell and halted the officers in their, now shocked tracks. Next came the mind erase part. Njal hated to do this as even though he was a master of the school, illusion left a bad taste in his mouth. It didn't feel right messing with someone's head. Then again they would hound him unless he didn't so...byebye memories Njal and hello memories of some drug addict. Though while the police inside the sewer were dealt with the ones outside..not so much. So when he left the sewers he was treated to the sight of even more law enforcement that, now also were pointing guns at him. Now, had Njal been 200 years younger and back in his young years fighting in the civil war he would have charged them with no hesitation and cut them down to appease his incredibly violent side. After all a Nord werewolf with a dragons soul is about as violent and destructive as you can get. Though, thanks to his meditations and studies he was now as calm and serene as the greybeards. Which makes sense because their leader trained him and helped him overcome his volatile nature. After all, what is better- to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort? So now being all those years wiser how did Njal approach this problem. How any sane person treats fifteen armed police officers aimed at them. By stopping time!

"Tiid!" The world slowed to a crawl as the word escaped Njals lips. He wondered how the gods that were observing him take the fact that he could do most anything they could do but still claim to being mortal. Njal began to walk towards the scent of another monster in the area as time stood still. This would only last about 30 more seconds, he didn't put much effort into the word you see, so he would have to conceal Starfang again and hopefully avoid any more run ins with New Yorks finest. Not that they were challenging, it was just inconvenient and time consuming or, slowing in this case.

"You may continue to ask questions, if you must." Njal stated as the gods returned to normal speed, looking dazed as to what happened. Athena, who looked quite giddy to learn new things began first.

"This language of yours, you say it comes from the dragons, does that mean they are different than what a dragon is here." Oh boy...here comes this head on train collision.

"Aye, where the dragons of this realm are merely beasts of varying power, mine are to my people at the very least, no less than demigods since they are the immortal children of Akatosh."

"Akatosh being?" Demeter asked before the others could.

"The Dragon god of time, father of dragons, and chief deity of the Nine Divines of the Cyrodilic Empire." Njal explained. Granted now that Skyrim was independent from said Empire, they went back to their old pantheon but still kept some of the names from divines of Cyrodiil, at least as of Njals departure.

"So….like your Cronos?" Apollo asked some what weary of the answer. The other Olympians also seemed interested in if his god of time was as bad as theirs.

"Nay, our gods are not like yours in the sense of your use of the terms Primordial, Titian, and Olympian. Though if you were to want to put labels such as those on them they would be, the Anu and Padomay would be the two forces of creation, with either the Aedra or Daedra being spirits of each. Other divine spirits are called Ada and on occasion, a mortal can reach apotheosis and become gods. This was the case for Talos, the hero-god of Mankind, and The Tribunal, who served as living gods until the Prophecies of the Nerevarine and the Red Year ended their worship and lowered them to saints." Man his realms history was a pain to have to recite to a bunch of gods, mostly due to how messed up everything gets, time wounds and all.

"I have a question before your next inquiry. Mortals here are drastically weaker than those of my realm, for you see every mortal is born capable of performing magic as it is what makes up our heavens, and every mortal be it man, mer, or beast is much more physically and mentally capable than those here. So my question is, how would you gods react to a place where a mortal is as powerful as a demigod, a demigod as strong as a minor god and so on and so forth? Because that is my realm, a realm where your monsters that you have only one or two of, such as a Minotaur and the Gorgons, are not only there but are common enough to be everyday creatures. So what say you Olympians to that?" Njal asked as he turned down an alleyway. This was the last scent of monster in the area and as such it would be his last prey for the evening.

"Uh…..what?" Was Aphrodites ingenious response. This realm where Athena and Demeters "boy toy" was from sounded...well terrible. If a mortal was strong enough that they could ascend to godhood how did the gods combat evil gods? It couldn't be the mortals of that realm could it? Really the idea of the mortals here fighting in the war against the Titans sounded ridiculous. So was it different, like a a lot of things there.

"You say that these..Aedra as you call them created the world, but at the cost of most of their power. If that is the case than who deals with the Daedra?" Zeus inquired. Njal noted that his question was being ignored and they were continuing to question him. Fine then, guess the idea was to much for them to consider.

"You can thank akatosh for that. He gave some of his blood in the form of an amulet that shielded Nirn from Oblivion, the realms of the Daedra, this amulet was given to Saint Alessia, the woman who was the first empresses of the Empire and the one who rebelled to free the Cyrodilic humans. That was until the Oblivion crisis which occurred when the Emperor and all his sons were assassinated and the barrier fell. This lead to the Daedric Prince Mehrunes Dagon, Lord of destruction, change, revolution, change, and ambition, attempting to invade Nirn. Though with the help of a hero of the Elder Scrolls, Martin Septim, the last son of the Emperor, who was hidden, sacrificed himself to permanently put back the barrier." Njal gave a short lecture on protection from Daedric Princes to the gods. Though he really did not want to tell them about his facings against gods and provalings. Let that be a surprise.

"You mentioned something called a "hero of the Elder scrolls" what is that?" Asked Hera. This was an interesting couple of hours to say the least, new dimensions, god dragons, universe altering words. She may need to steal some of her sons wine after this.

"Ah! That is easy, well comparative to what you have been asking. Anyways, a hero of an Elder Scroll is a mortal who is blessed, or cursed depending upon your view, with a special fate and the ability to rule his,or her, own destiny. They often grow to be way more powerful than most other mortals. The last one, for example, became Sheogorath the Daedric Prince of Madness." Njal explained as he saw his last target, a harpy. Well disappointing to say the least but it would suffice. Though if the Olympians would stop asking 20 questions and let him hunt he would be most appreciative. Alas it was not to be.

"You said you got here through "Shadow Magic", why not return since it seems very possible?" Apollo inquired to the now ripping apart a harpy with telekinesis Njal. This dude had all the good powers, it wasn't fair!

"Can't. It would be my power over shadows and the three Elder Scrolls in my possession vs thousands of scrolls. I could leave Mundus fine, though getting back is well out of my reach. That and I have no desire to return, my purpose was fulfilled and now it was time for another to take up the mantle of a hero. Plus I am now a father and I will not abandon my children to merely go back to my home." Njal said as he finished tearing the Harpy in half with his telekinesis spell. He was glad this spell never caught on for combative use. It would have been a real pain to deal with.

"Now if you don't mind I have to get home to my girls before they wake to the sight of the dremora I summoned. If you wish to hear more seek me out at a later date, but for now this is goodbye." Njal spoke the last part and cast a counter clairvoyance spell to be rid of the ever questionative Olympians. Sure they would be pissed, hey he got his point across. He did not reveal too much of his abilities or any of his magical items and yet they still know that he can, at the very least, challenge them.