Kuroinu: Dragon's Guardian (Kuroinu/Elder Scrolls: Skyrim)
Summary
Requested by FeralG3 - Ragnar was the Dragonborn who found himself in the beautiful but war-torn Serenus where a major century-long war happened and he was hired to end it by the High Queen of Eostia via the capture of Olga Discorida with the help of the Black Dogs. Needless to say, Ragnar got himself into quite a predicament. M!NordOC/Harem. Major AU, Kuroinu 1/Gaiden/2 girls.
Chapter Summary
Ålebak is a humble village of no real importance to the rest of the kingdom, but it was the birth of the first of the legendary tales of Ragnar the Dragon Guardian of Serenus.
Theme
Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly, Harem, Multi-Themes
Kuroinu: Dragon's Guardian (Kuroinu/Elder Scrolls: Skyrim)
Chapter One: The Clash of Combat, the Rise of the Guardian
We drink to our youth, to days come and gone.
For the age of aggression is just about done.
We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own.
With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.
Down withUlfric! The killer of kings!
On the day of your death we will drink and we'll sing.
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams!
Down with Ulfric! The killer of kings!
On the day of your death we will drink and we'll sing.
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!
We drink to our youth, to the days come and gone.
For the age of aggression is just about done.
—Age of Aggression
Location: Serenus - Eos - Eastwest of the Fortress-Kingdom of Ur - Ålebak
Being a simple human blacksmith from a small remote town in the Land of Ur. Eric of Aimiera never ask for much in his life, quite content with the good goddess-blessed life he was living in. A happy family – two parents, three brothers, and one sister who he loves with all of his heart and soul, ready to engage with his sweet childhood sweetheart, Beth, a cute barmaid with lovely blue hair and the purest shade of blue eyes that sparkle with life and mirth.
He was overall living a good and quiet life with no issues to be said for him…until recent events happened not only for him but for his hometown. Namely how they are dealing with an upcoming raid of an orc warband looking to rape their women, pillage their resources, and burn down their home like the cruel, inhuman, and heartless horde of savages they are. He had heard stories about the barbarism and cruelty of the orcs who made a living in being nothing but a bunch of violet and depraved maniacs who lived for nothing but to indulge in their dark urges in rape, murder, and burning any poor unfortunate souls who had the misfortune of crossing the path in their wild and barbaric acts of raping, murdering and plundering across the beautiful land of Ur.
The thought of one of those hulking greenskin monsters raping his sister and his sweet Beth…was far too much for him to bare and he pray for salvation and protection not for himself but to all of the people of Ålebak who didn't deserve to be subject to the cruel depravity of the upcoming orc warband. Hoping the goddess reborn Celestine Lucruss herself would hear his prayers and send in one of the Knights of Iris or even the Black Dogs mercenaries to protect his home and his loved ones from these foul abominations who were a bane to life and all that was pure and noble.
And his prayers for salvation for his home and his loved ones were answered by Her Divine Majesty.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
His brown eyes looked over the laughing man, a complete and utter behemoth of a man clad in the heaviest, thickest steel plate in the Seven Kingdom of Eos and the Holy Empire of Aurelia. The armor was well-made, though plain-looking but look quite barbaric and battle-scarred, with grey steel and black rings. In his two hands were a pair of massive, savage-looking weapons - a blackish blue ice-like greatsword and giant two-handed spiked-iron warhammer dripping with the blood and gore of the orc beneath the behemoth feet who he could see was staring at the 7 feet orc marauder of the invading warband.
"▃█▄!▃█▄!▃█▄!▃█▄!"
Eric flinched when he heard the loud, unrefined roar coming from one of the other orcs who was middle of drinking from one of the ale barrels he dropped and picked up his rusted, blood-soaked great axe pillage from one of its previous raids he assumed and rushed at the armored behemoth of a man who was looking at the rushing giant orc who was poised to end the life of the man who has slain one it war-brother with sheer primal rage and unrestrained bloodlust emitting from his massive, bestial, portly-but-muscled figure.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
A foot and so. Eric thought the man was going to be killed because of how fast the hulking beast of corruption and muscles was rushing at him, but then a literal blink later, the man move from the beheaded corpse to right in front of the bulky greenskin barbarian who was surprised to see the killer of it war-brother in front of him but was able to react quick enough to block the strong crushing blow of the giant spiked iron warhammer but wasn't fast enough to block the sharp slash of the ice-like claymore sword in his other hand causing a deep cute in his left side of the belly of the ugly monster who roar out in pain and anger as he pushed the behemoth of a man away from him to hold his bleeding side and gave the silent giant warrior a fierce glare in his crimson red orbs. The orc rush at him again but with more caution and control and the giant of an armored warrior walked toward him with idle calmness and control as if this was nothing but idle amusement for him.
And as Eric watched on, hidden in his hiding space as the ill-favored, hulking abomination of an orc and the armored colossus of a man clashed once more in a glorious song of weapon clashing against weapon and the battle excitement. The well-built blacksmith was awestruck by the incredible skills and herculean strength of the armored man who matched blow to blow from the orc raider who was growing more and more enraged at the defiant nature of the hulking tower of a human man as he let out an ugly battle bellow that caught the attention of the nearby war-brother who saw one of their getting pushed slowly by the sole human and to Eric horror saw them rushed at him to support in their struggling brothers with the annoying nuisance.
He thought the luck of the warrior was over and he was going to see him be dogpile by the nearby orcs…but his worries were no more when he saw the warrior expertly dodge one of the furious attacks of one of an orc who was behind the armored man and promptly lose his head in the next instance, he then thrust his greatsword into the gut of a nearby orc causing an unexpected chain reaction such as the Orc entire body turn to ice and explode hitting the other orcs who was unable to escape from the icy gore explosion in time dying in pain and severe shock.
'Enchanted Weapon!? He is wielding enchanted weapons that only nobles and rich sellswords could only offend? Who is this man that can afford this kind of weapons' Eric pondered as he eyed the two weapons with razor-sharp eyes as the blade was as tall as he was if maybe taller than him by a few inches, and more than met the eye.
And the other Orc knew it from the look of shock as they stare at the man mountain who flicked the blood off of his ice-like greatsword as he turned to look at the remaining orc war-brother who was looking at the man in fear. Their fear mixed with their rage and frustration at the man ruining their 'fun' pushed them to rush at the great armored mountain of a man who rushed them with his own loud, bellowing battle cry booming out of his voice as he slashed and crushed any of the orc coming at him with precise savagery and incredible fitness in his mastery of the two-handed greatsword and warhammer.
To say Eric was in awe by the raw power and incredible fitness of the seemingly invincible warrior god taking on the group of battle-hardened orc warbands with complete and utter control of the combat would be the understatement of the year. And he wasn't the only one to feel awe and hope in them as he glanced around to see citizens of Ålebak looking at the lone warrior of godlike strength and unrivaled skills in the art of combat as the pungent crimson blood splashed against the heavy, thick steel plate armor.
The pile of broken, dismembered orc corpses surrounded the giant warrior soaked with the smelly greenish-red blood of the unnatural creature of sin and depravity. His two huge savage-looking weapons dripped with the blood of an orc as he looked at the pile of dead bodies around him in silent contemplation.
As he thought it was done and over. A loud guttural voice roared out, a deafening boom echo across the humble turned into a minor skirmish as Eric covered up his ears due to the loud bellow causing him to lose his hearing temporarily.
"█ ▀▌ ▚▀░▁▎ ▒▒ ▎ ▅ ▔▇▄ ▁▋▀▂▊░▎ ▂▊ ▁▀▍▃ ▚█▋▋ ▌▀▊▄ ▜▎ ▕ ▏▀▜ ▅▎ ░ ▊█▋▋█▍▆ ▌▜ ▁░▎ ▔▇▄░▒!"
His eyes looked over to the direction of the loud, guttural bellow-like voice and his heart took a drop as he shivered and paled dramatically at the sight of the eight feet and five inches massive behemoth of an orc Warboss clad in a crude suit of blackened full plate armor decorated with the human skulls of it previous raids and talisman and red Orcish war paint who was lumbering toward them with an aura of rage, violence, and bloodlust emitting like a tidal wave and could be felt by all of the people who was watching the giant orc. In his hands was a twin pair of gigantic two-handed dual-headed black-colored great-axe almost as tall and large as the huge, powerfully built orc warboss who was giving the warrior a baleful glare in his narrowed red eyes, an ugly snarl spread across his brutish-featured, pig-like scarred face.
The hulking beast stare in baleful hatred and the large armored warrior stare back at him in calm defiance as he held up his two weapons in an idle yet alert combat stance. And then the hulking greenskin speaks in a very thick, guttural growl, and to the surprise of the red-haired, brown-eyed blacksmith, the orc speaks in the common tongue of Serenus and not in the black speech of Demon Folk, though with a very thick accent.
"So yer are da fuck'n bastard stomp'n' ma Boyz. A short, weak 'umie 'oo dinks dey are hot shit an' betta dan me jus like 'dat stupid half-elf kunt. I, Warboss Hoknath Grimfire uv da Blackstone Band goin' ta smash ya' an' eat ye' fuckin' heart out an' piss down ya' droat!" Said the Warboss of the Blackstone Band who let out a snarling, animalistic growl which set the hairs on the blacksmith's neck upward in anxiety-induced fear.
The silent armored combatant looked at the enormous orc warboss for a moment before he let oud a loud and proud booming laughter. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" And then speak up for the first time since he saw him fought those walking vessels of depravity with a deep, powerful rumble of a voice.
"You got a colorful fuckin' tongue on ya'?" The armored goliath of a man said in a mocking voice. "Too bad ya' tongue is going to be gone quite soon enough." He said with another booming laugh, echoing across the battle-torn village.
The Warboss of the Blackstone Band didn't take being mocked by a damn human not at well. With a hoarse roar of belligerence as the armored mountain rushed at the man in a stunning display of speed that Eric couldn't hope to see with his own two eyes.
The huge warrior rushed at the towering, intimidating mountain of thick muscle and black-colored crude armor. There he saw the two imposing giants clashing in a furious display of weapons against weapons as well as the loud, bellowing roar of primal rage and battle lust that sent shivers down the well-muscled blacksmith who cannot move nor look away from the fierce battle between the sole human warrior and the one of the infamous orc warboss from the Demon Horde of the North.
The armored man dodge a double brutal slash from the massive twin battle-axe that create a huge crater where the warrior was, a cloud of dust covered the armored behemoth for a brief moment before he burst off the cloud with a roar as he saw the huge behemoth dual-wielding warrior slammed against the armored orc warboss gut and the giant two-handed spiked iron warhammer in the gut causing the lumbering, gigantic, powerfully built orc to roar in pain as the iron spikes pierced against his crude black iron plate armor.
And before the hulking warboss can push the goliath off of him, Eric saw the warrior jump back and pulled out a glass flask filled with the strange yellowish-brown liquid. The Orc Warboss and Eric narrowed their eyes in confusion at the item, a slight familiarity in his brown eyes.
"Care for a drink, friend~?" The deep-voiced armored giant asked the orc warboss in a smug and taunting voice.
"Fuck yer 'umie bastar'" Roared Warboss Hoknath Grimfire of the Blackstone Band in a rough, furious rumble. Red orbs glowing in hatred and pain, all directed at the sole foe across him.
"No need for heated words," He taunted again. "I was just askin' if you're interested in a good drink and you are taking a flaming shite on me" He taunted as herush at the veteran warboss orc with stupendously, dynamic speed like a massively muscled bull, the behemoth-like man then tosses the flask against the crude-forged black armor chest-plate. Eric saw Warboss Hoknath of the Blackstone Band look at the yellow liquid against the chest plate. His brown eyes saw the creature sniff the liquid and his crimson eyes widened in shock as he realized what was on him.
He wasn't sure about it, but he was certain the warrior was smirking in mischievous glee. "Time for you to see the fire," The hulking brute set his black giant ice-like greatsword to the side and extended a hand. The armored hand glowed a bright red and radiated heat before a gout of fire erupted out of the large and broad-shouldered warrior palm.
The gout of fire hit the oil-covered warboss as he let out a guttural roar. Eric saw the giant orc drop both of his massive, crude-serrated twin great-axe to the ground as the beastly brute tried to snuff out the flame burning his rough, leather-like skin.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Eric heard the booming laugh coming from the gigantic behemoth who dropped his warhammer and picked up his greatsword as he rushed toward the burning warboss orc with the force and speed of a bull.
And There was the moment in the blacksmith see the man not as a simple warrior but the Embodiment of Her Divine Majesty, as he saw the beautiful but intimidating ice-like blade raised in the air and ready to decapitate the head of the Warboss orc like he was a professional executioner doing his dark noble duties.
And indeed as Eric saw the swift death coming to the orc leader who let out one final roar of rage and defiance before his head fall off the neck to the ground along with the massive, still-burning body that smell godawful to the blacksmith's nose as he covered up his nose with the smock of his leather apron in disgust.
Eric saw the man stare at the head of the warboss orc in brief contemplation before he picked up the head and unleashed a massive roar of victory that to him sound less like a man but more like a dragon in the high heaven.
"ROOOAAAAARRRR!"
The Incursion of Ålebak was thwarted and the good and lawful people of Ålebak shall forever be in debt to the savior of their home… thus the first tale of the Dragon Guardian of Serenus was born in the Land of Serenus.
The first of many tales of the noble hero.
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