Resident Evil: Dragonborn
A Resident Evil 4/Elder Scrolls crossover
Summary: at the whim of Sheogorath, the Dragonborn finds himself in a rural village on another world. But this village is under the thrall of a mysterious and violent cult that have delusions of world conquest. Meeting an outsider named Leon who is searching for a young woman named Ashley, the Dragonborn then joins forces with Leon to survive and get out of this mess alive.
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Chapter 1
The College of Winterhold.
The Dragonborn sliced through another magical anomaly with his sword. The anomaly seemed to scream in pain as it was bisected in half by the blade of his sword, and it fell to the snow in a pile of steaming magical goo. The warrior panted slightly and took a moment to observe the battlefield briefly. Members of the College, both novices and masters were engaging the magical anomalies in battle, blasting out streams of fire, lightning and frost at the anomalies that flew about, slamming their eldritch bodies into the college members. This had all started when Ancano, the Thalmor advisor (read: toady), had taken control of the Eye of Magnus and was using the artefact's insurmountable power for his own ends.
The Psjic Monks had informed the Dragonborn that he was the only one who could stop what was happening. A meeting with the Augur of Dunlain had the warrior travelling to Labyrinthian, the ancient Nord city ruin nestled deep in the frozen mountains, to recover the Staff of Magnus that would have the power to close the Eye before it could potentially destroy the world.
After a long battle with legions of undead and the Dragon Priest Morokei who commanded them, the Dragonborn had recovered the Staff and immediately made his way back to the College. It had devolved into pandemonium as Ancano's reckless misuse of the Eye had caused magical ruptures to split the borders between realms, spilling forth magical anomalies that had begun attacking everything in sight.
The warrior participated in the battle, helping his fellow college members as best he could, slicing apart the anomalies with his sword and providing healing and magicka potions to anyone who was injured in the battle against the anomalies. Mirabelle Ervine urged him to end the insanity and that was what the warrior intended to do.
Tolfdir volunteered his services to aid the Dragonborn in reaching the College and the warrior gratefully accepted the offer of the elderly but powerful wizard's help. Once the anomalies in the town had been dealt with, the pair then traversed the walkway leading to the college and they soon reached the magical barrier that barred the way. Pulling the staff of Magnus from his back, the Dragonborn raised the eldritch staff in front of him and unleashed the power of the staff onto the magical barrier barring entry.
Immediately eldritch energy shot forth from the crystal head of the staff and the stream of magic collided with the barrier in a shower of magical sparks and arcs of lightning. There was a great screaming sound as though the barrier itself were in pain but that didn't stop the warrior as he focussed on bringing the barrier down. Finally, after a tense nerve-wracking moment, the barrier was brought down, and it cracked and broke like splintering glass as 'shards' of magic fell around the College like broken glass.
Putting the staff away, the Slayer of Alduin then charged into the college with his sword at the ready and Tolfdir following closely, his hands wreathed in arcane flames.
Barging through the large oak and iron bound doors, Dragonborn and the Tolfdir entered the Hall of Elements where they found Ancano standing before the Eye of Magnus, his body enveloped in arcane magic.
"Ancano! Stop this madness! You don't know what you're doing!" the Dragonborn shouted. Ancano turned around to sneer dismissively before he replied.
"Foolish whelp! I know exactly what I'm doing!" boasted the Thalmor agent. "With the Eye at my command, the Thalmor has all it needs to wipe out both the Stormcloaks and the Imperial Legion from the board!" he declared.
"Ancano, please! Listen to reason!" Tolfdir cried "There are magics we were never meant to meddle with!" he yelled.
"Pathetic old man!" Ancano sneered, "I tire of your prattle!" Ancano then waved a hand and Tolfdir fell to the ground paralysed.
"No! Damn you!" shouted the Dragonborn as he blasted out a stream of lightning at Ancano but the magical aura surrounding the Altmer easily absorbed the lightning. Ancano waved another hand and it was only lightning quick reflexes that saved the Dragonborn from being struck by a paralysis spell. The hero of Skyrim then drew the staff of Magnus from his back. Ancano's eyes flashed with recognition as he saw the staff in the warrior's gauntleted hands.
"The… Staff of Magnus? You found the Staff of Magnus?!" screeched Ancano.
"I did!" the Dragonborn declared "And with it, your schemes are over!" he said as he pointed the staff towards the Eye and blasted a stream of energy at the Eye. The stream of energy collided with the Eye and the Eye closed. As the Eye closed, Ancano's magical aura faded away leaving him vulnerable. Almost immediately, the warrior was upon the Thalmor agent, his sword flashing. Ancano barely dodged each strike, trying to raise his hands to cast a spell.
The Dragonborn kept to trying to get in close so that the Thalmor lackey wouldn't be able to use any magic. Ancano in an act of desperation drew his dagger and slashed at the man who blocked the strike with his sword, but this provided Ancano with enough time to hit the Dragonborn with a telekinetic pulse which forced him back. Ancano then stretched his hand towards the Eye and cast a spell on it. The Eye opened and Ancano was then covered in magic once again.
Ancano then began throwing lightning bolts and fireballs at his foe for all he was worth. It took all of the Dragonborn's agility to avoid being hit by the destructive spells and he aimed the staff at the Eye and cast the magic of the artefact into the Eye. The eldritch magic of the staff collided with the Eye, and it began to close again. Ancano screamed in rage as he cast a counter-spell at the Eye for it to remain open. But as Ancano's counter-spell hit the Eye, it began to froth with energy and arcs of energy and lightning lashed out and there was a great cracking sound as above the Eye a tear in the fabric of reality opened and began to suck everything in.
Ancano was the first to be sucked into the blackhole and the Thalmor agent screamed in desperation as he scrambled to hold onto solid ground. The Dovahkiin acted quickly; he used his Thu'um to Shout Ice Form to anchor Tolfdir to the floor ensuring he wouldn't be sucked into the blackhole. The Dragonborn then thrust the blade of his sword deep into the ground and held on tight. The warrior's body was raised into the air as the blackhole sucked everything in the room into its gaping maw.
The Slayer of Alduin held on as tightly as he could but before he could react, his sword came free of its from its anchor and the warrior was sucked into the blackhole. The Dragonborn yelled in frustration as he was sucked into the wormhole and he struggled to try and make his way back to the Hall of Elements but as he was sucked into the blackhole, the tear sealed itself. The Dragonborn roared in disbelief as he was now cut off from his own world.
Then there was nought but darkness as the Slayer of Alduin found himself floating in a near all consuming void. The darkness seemed to stretch on forever as far as the warrior's eyes could see.
"So, this is how it ends?" the warrior said dryly before giving a grunt and adding, "Had a good run at least."
Then something or rather someone walked into view and it was a familiar sight. A tall gangly looking man wearing a finely tailored outfit coloured purple with grey-white hair and near whited-out eyes and a grin that never seemed to leave his face walked into view.
"Well, now, isn't this is a coincidence?" asked the strange man with a toothy grin on his lips.
"Sheogorath. To what do I owe this pleasure?" the Dragonborn asked tiredly having dealt with the Daedric Prince of Madness before.
"Well, I was out for a stroll and saw you were in a spot of wee bother here," the Mad God replied. "Or are you not in trouble?" he asked quizzically.
"You could say that," the Dragonborn admitted dryly. "And I suppose you're here to gloat?" he asked lightly.
"Now, what kind of man do ye take for?" Sheogorath said in mock hurt. "After the time you helped me reunite with my servant, while cutting me holiday short mind you, I think I owe ya one," he added. "Unless you want to stay here that is?" the Mad God then asked blandly.
"Where is here, exactly?"
"Och, nowhere you want to be, that's for certain," Sheogorath said. "Would you like a lift?" he then asked with a friendly grin on his lips.
"Some assistance would be nice," the Dragonborn replied with a nod of his head.
"All ye had to ask was ask," Sheogorath replied as he waved his hand before the Dovahkiin could tell him where he wanted to be dropped off.
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Six years had passed since the Raccoon City Incident for Leon S. Kennedy. Even to this day, the once rookie police officer still had night terrors of that harrowing nightmare where the biological contaminant known as the T-Virus had gotten into the city's water supply, turning the innocent civilians in undead creatures. Those who hadn't been turned found themselves torn to shreds by their undead neighbours.
Leon was one of the lucky few to escape that nightmare and he was soon recruited into the US Secret Service. Not that he had much of a choice to begin with, if he were being honest about it. The training had been gruelling, but it helped shape Leon into a better fighter and nearly the perfect agent.
And now, once again, the former rookie now Special Agent was fighting for his life against a town of crazed villagers.
How did this happen, you ask? Well, the President of the United States of America's daughter, Ashley Graham, had been abducted when on her way home from college by an unknown party. No ransom or demands had been given to the White House and it was only through a mysterious tipoff by an anonymous informant that told the President that his daughter was in a rural mountain region of Spain where his daughter was held captive.
Leon had been sent to track down and if the intel was valid, bring Ashley home safe and sound. He'd been given an escort in the form of two Spanish police officers, but they had been quickly killed by the residents of the mountainous region. Leon found the first officer dead in a hunting shack and was nearly killed himself by the local flavour, but he'd confirmed that Ashley was in the village.
The second police officer had been lashed and burned at the stake by the villagers in the village square. Leon had then attempted to sneak around the villagers quietly, but in spite of his training, he was spotted and was now currently fighting for his life against what seemed like the entire village.
Shooting one man in the knee forcing him to drop down, Leon spin kicked the man, bowling him over and knocking down two of the man's compatriots in the process. Spinning on the ball of his foot, Leon fired two rounds into an elderly woman's face causing her to cry out and stumble backwards, but despite what some would consider fatal at best and life threatening at worst, the aged female growled in Spanish as she lurched towards Leon with a butcher's knife in a wrinkled hand.
"Seriously?!" Leon muttered as he narrowly avoided a flung hatchet aimed for his head. Quickly pulling out his combat knife, the special agent slashed at a villager's chest, making the man grunt in pain before delivering a roundhouse kick to the head, knocking the guy down and breaking his neck.
Suddenly a door slammed open and stalking out of the hut was a burly looking man wearing a burlap sack mask with his bloody red eyes visible. And in a pair of gnarled meaty hands was a chainsaw. Tugging the ripcord, the wood cutting device rattled and roared to life, its bladed chain spinning on the bar with the promise of bloodshed.
"You gotta be kidding me!" Leon moaned as he hurled himself into an empty house, slamming the front door behind him shut. A couple of townsfolk then tried to break down the door, but Leon quickly threw down the door bar. Glancing out the window, Leon's eyes widened as he saw the masked chainsaw toting villager march forth. And upstairs, Leon heard the sound of glass breaking indicating that the villagers were breaking in through the windows.
Checking his supply of ammunition, Leon had to suppress a groan of frustration that he only had full clips, plus half a magazine already loaded, for his pistol. Trying to think on his feet, Leon ran through some half-baked plans to make his escape or go down fighting.
Then there was suddenly an explosion of blinding white light that came in through the window. Curiosity gripping him, Leon looked out the window to see a bizarre sight before him.
In a crouching position, wearing something a rural peasant, much like the villagers wore, was a man. The skin of his arms and neck was fair and lined with numerous scars. His hair was a pale silvery blonde and cut short in an almost military fashion and a close cropped beard the same colour as his hair covered his jaw.
The man rose to his feet and Leon saw that he looked quite imposing. His frame was muscular and nearly burst out of the clothes he wore. And he looked to be taller than all the villagers gathered. Leon also spotted a knife and satchel on the man's right hip.
The villagers looked stunned by the sudden entrance and the man looked around, seemingly puzzled as to where he was. He stared at the villagers who suddenly focussed on him, their attention on Leon forgotten. Leon felt a little bad as the villagers stalked towards their new prey. But then the strangest thing happened.
"FUS… RO DAH!"
Nearly all the villagers went flying back as they were thrown by some unearthly force that came from the stranger. The unknown drew his dagger and rushed forth, quickly dispatching the villagers with swift thrusts to the heart or neck.
"Holy fucking shit!" Leon uttered as he saw just how quickly the tables had turned. The stranger was killing his foes with merciless precision, but he could not kill them as some of the ones he hadn't reached were getting back to their feet, albeit slowly as they undoubtedly dazed by that strange power their new foe possessed.
The burlap masked villager had gotten his feet and roared angrily, revving his chainsaw charging towards the interloper who met his charge head on. Sidestepping a clumsy thrust from the chainsaw, the stranger stabbed his knife into the masked villager's neck. Blood poured from the wound as the townsman stumbled back, clutching his wound and was then met with a massive fist to his jaw, sending him flying back into the wall of a house.
Seeing his chance, Leon loaded his pistol with a fresh magazine and crashed through the window, shooting the villagers his rescuer hadn't gotten to yet. Seeing one villager raising her sickle towards the man's unprotected back, Leon shot her in the neck making her cry out in pain. This got the attention of Leon's saviour who grabbed the peasant woman by the neck, lifted her in the air before smashing her spine down onto his knee.
Leon shot two more villagers in the head when the sound of the church bell began to ring. The villagers that remained then stopped attacking Leon and his rescuer, trudging towards the church.
"Where the hell are they going? Bingo?" Leon muttered to himself as the villagers passed by him as though he did not exist. His rescuer was also confused by this activity but did not move to stop them.
The remaining townsfolk entered the village and closed the large wooden doors behind them. Silence began to reign in the village square and Leon heaved a sigh of relief as he holstered his pistol and looked to his saviour. The man in question then looked at the special agent with dark blue almost purple eyes.
The two men stared at each other, waiting to see which one would break first. Leon then decided to take the initiative.
"Thanks for the save back there," he said gratefully. "I almost thought I wasn't gonna make it," he added ruefully.
"You're welcome," came the rough almost growly voice from the man as he held his arms loosely by his side.
"I'm Leon," the special agent introduced himself holding out a hand to shake.
The man stepped over and grasped Leon's forearm and gripped firmly. "I am called the Dragonborn," he replied in answer to Leon's unasked question.
"Dragonborn?" Leon repeated the strange word. "That's not a name," he stated.
"It isn't, but it's what people call me," the Dragonborn said simply.
"You don't have a name?"
"No," came the blunt reply.
"O-kay," Leon muttered as he released his hold on the man's forearm, clenching his hand a couple of times to get some feeling back into it. "How did you get here? I saw a flash of light and then you showed up," he pointed out.
"Sheogorath," the Dragonborn said monotonously.
"What's Sheogorath?" Leon.
"Not what. Who," the Dragonborn corrected.
"And who is Sheogorath then?" Leon then rephrased his question.
"Daedric Prince of Madness," the Dragonborn replied.
"Day-what?" Leon said, now confused as to what his rescuer was talking about.
"Daedric or Daedra singularly," the Dragonborn said patiently. "A Daedric Prince is what could be called a godlike entity covering some facet of existence," he then explained. "Sheogorath is the Daedric Prince of Madness," he added.
"Okay," Leon muttered filing that information away in his head for later contemplation. "So, what was that… thing you did before?" he asked referencing to how the Dragonborn flung all the villagers back.
"The Thu'um," came the answer.
"Thu'um?" Leon parroted.
"Yes. A Shout in the dragon language," The Dragonborn told Leon. "That Shout I used is called Unrelenting Force, not a particularly imaginative name, but what it does is create a blast of pure force that can fling most adversaries and obstacles backwards," he explained.
"And is that the only Shout you have?" Leon asked.
"No."
"Why did I even ask?" Leon muttered to himself. "Just how many of these Shouts do you know?" he then asked preparing for a headache and maybe an aneurysm.
"27," replied the Dragonborn.
"…Right," Leon mumbled not even wanting to know what they could do. Remembering he had a mission to complete, Leon then said to his saviour, "Listen; thanks for saving my bacon back there, but I've got a mission to do and I can't waste time here."
This got the Dragonborn's attention and he asked, "And what is this mission of yours?"
"Classified," Leon said if a little snippily.
"Must be important," the Dragonborn remarked. "But if you need any help, simply ask. I've always been a friend to those who needed help," he offered.
Leon stared at the man wide-eyed and he felt a little foolish for not thinking of this sooner. He was sent on a potentially dangerous mission and he was currently under-equipped for this task and had been boxed in when the Dragonborn suddenly showed up. And if that 'Shout' and the man's combat skills were any indication, then maybe there was a chance that the Dragonborn could help him find and rescue the President's daughter.
Leon then looked at the Dragonborn and asked, "And what do you want in return? You wouldn't do this out of the goodness of your own heart," he pointed out, his cynicism surfacing.
"You could always pay me," the Dragonborn said simply.
"Yeah? How much are you asking?" Leon asked tiredly as he realised he was dealing with a mercenary type.
"Three hundred gold septims will do," the Dragonborn replied.
"Gold? You're asking me for gold?" Leon asked looking incredulous at the man's price.
"Is that not the currency here?" the Dragonborn said raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I'm usually paid in American dollars, but I haven't got any gold coins on me," Leon said dryly.
"What about those?" the Dragonborn pointing past Leon who turned to see some small pouches that had shining gold coins in them.
"Oh…" Leon uttered as he realised that this village had its own currency. Quickly gathering up all the pouches of gold coins, he even found some ammunition for his pistol too. "I don't know if this is enough, but you could consider it a down payment?" the special agent said to the Dragonborn who looked at the offered coins and nodded. The Dragonborn then held out a hand to shake which Leon took.
"What do you need done?" the Dragonborn asked Leon who prepared to explain the details of his mission to his newfound partner.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: There! First chapter of this is done and dusted. I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of this crossover. I'd been planning this idea for a while, ever since I started playing the RE4 Remake which I've been having a lot of fun playing, although it's pretty hard since I'm usually not a Survival-Horror gamer, I'm more an Action-RPG gamer with Skyrim, Witcher and such, not so much games like Resident Evil. But I hope this was a good first chapter where the Dragonborn teams up with Leon Kennedy on his mission to rescue Ashley Graham.
Now as you can tell, the Dragonborn doesn't have his gear from Skyrim with him, other than some basic clothes and a dagger, but he won't be going around like that, he will find his weapons and gear scattered about. Some will be carefully hidden, others he may have to purchase from the Merchant and some he'll have to kill strong enemies for.
But that isn't to say that he won't be using weapons like guns, although he will be very much a novice in the art of gunplay and I've got some ideas for guns he could use which I'm doing research on guns used by Spain in major conflicts.
One obvious gun that is already in RE4 is the Broken Butterfly which is based on the Smith & Wesson Model 3 revolver, or as its Spanish copy was called, the Orbea M1884. Another gun that the Dragonborn could used already in the game is the Red 9 pistol (Mauser C96 or the Spanish made Astra M903). I have some ideas for weapons the Dragonborn could, and if anyone has some suggestions for weapons the Dragonborn could use, feel free to share.
And apart from that, that's all I have so I'll leave this here and catch you all in the next one.
Be kind to one another,
Angry lil' elf.