It all happened so fast.
After closing the great Oblivion gate of Bruma...
After the destruction of Mankar Camoran's paradise...
Why did it end like this?
"Against all hope, you returned from Camoran's Paradise with the Amulet of Kings! We now have a chance to turn back Dagon's invasion. I must go to the Temple of the One and perform the ceremony to relight the Dragonfires. But we must hurry! The barriers between our world and Oblivion weaken with every Gate that is opened. If Mehrunes Dagon is able to cross over into our world, even relighting the Dragonfires will not be able to send him back."
"Martin Septim, on behalf of the Elder Council, I accept your claim to the Imperial Throne. We should arrange the coronation ceremony as soon as ..."
We were happy. We found a way to turn the tides.
"Chancellor Ocato! The city is under attack! Oblivion Gates have opened, and Daedra are inside the walls! The guard is overwhelmed!"
Hearing those words my blood ran cold. After three years of living in Tamriel, having been exposed to and rising above numerous dangers such as the return of Umaril the unfeathered, the Blackwood company, and the remains of ancient kingdoms, this one was different. With the imperial capital as the battleground, I would not be able to go all out.
"No. If we let ourselves get besieged in the Palace we're doomed. We must get to the Temple of the One immediately."
"As you command, sire. Guards! Form up and protect the Emperor! To the Temple of the One!"
"Mehrunes Dagon knows that if I can reach the Temple of the One and light the Dragonfires, he has lost. Come on!"
"We must get to the Temple! Drive them back!"
"Drive them back!"
The battle was hellish. Countless amounts of Daedra rushed out of the Oblivion gates that formed, destroying buildings and slaying either guards or civilians. Skies lit bright with magic's light as both the Imperial Battlemage and I used our arcane might to push through. A sword of a crusader blessed with enchanted flames soared through meat, flesh, and bone.
"The Palace is cut off, sire. We were the last to make it through from the Legion Compound. My men and I are at your disposal. What are your orders?"
"I need to get to the Temple of the One. It's our only chance to stop Mehrunes Dagon."
"Yes sir! Let's move out!"
"Follow me! The Temple is our only hope!"
We were close. We were so close!
Storms danced and destroyed the Daedra while my sword bisected a Dremora Lord. Pushing down the fear, I instinctively shot a blast of lightning at an Oblivion gate, destroying the unstable portal.
Then the skies turned red, covering the entirety of the Imperial capital in a shade of destruction similar to the Deadlands.
"We're too late... Mehrunes Dagon is here! Lighting the Dragonfires will no longer save us... the barriers that protected us from Oblivion are gone..."
With the Imperial capital as the battlefield...
What about the compact?!
No, Clockwork is dead.
"I don't see how... mortal weapons may hurt him, but now that he is physically here in Tamriel, they have no power to actually destroy him."
"Wait. Yes. The Amulet was given to mortals by Akatosh... it contains His divine power... But how to use this power against Dagon? The Amulet was not intended as a weapon... ... I have an idea. One last hope. I must reach the Dragonfires in the Temple of the One."
"You'll just have to trust me. I now know what I was born to do. But I'll need your help. I have to get past Mehrunes Dagon, somehow."
"Then I'll do the rest. Lead on, my friend. I'm with you."
"Help me get past Dagon and into the Temple of the One! I'll do the rest!"
"Do not give up hope!"
Knowing the Destroyer would not be killed so easily, I pushed most of my Magicka and delivered my strongest spell. It worked and the Destroyer was pushed away.
"I do what I must do. I cannot stay to rebuild Tamriel. That task falls to others. Farewell. You've been a good friend, in the short time that I've known you. But now I must go. The Dragon waits."
"Martin! Go! I'll hold him off!" In a desperate gambit, I pulled through my mastery of Conjuration, Alteration, and Destruction to try and hold off the destroyer.
The Amulet of Kings, Chim-el Adabal, a regal amulet several millennia old was shattered. The Destroyer was blown away, the Traveler collapsed to his knees with his magical pool drained, and the Dragon woke.
The Dragon-God of time roared as its avatar made short work of the Destroyer. A battle only watched by one man, a loyal friend.
The last emperor of an Empire
The destroyer
In a short clash, the Destroyer that almost conquered Tamriel was defeated.
A roar of victory echoed and the dragon slept.
A form of stone, the remains of a dear friend and leader.
"Martin...?"
"The Amulet is shattered. Dagon is defeated. With the Dragon's blood, and the Amulet of Kings, we have sealed the gates of Oblivion... forever. The last of the Septims passes now into history. I go gladly, for I know my sacrifice is not in vain. I take my place with my father, and my father's fathers. The Third Age has ended, and a new age dawns. When the next Elder Scroll is written, you shall be its scribe. The shape of the future, the fate of the Empire, these things now belong to you."
I remember the tears that fell from my eyes.
First, my mentor
then, my comrades,
and now, my dear friend and brother?
It has been a year since that day. For almost half a decade, I have lived in Tamriel and for almost two of them, I have become the Archmage of the Mages Guild. The stability of the empire is weak. The Oblivion Crisis has weakened the empire, and while we won, the destroyer achieved his goal.
But what about my home? It has been four years or so since I last stepped on Tamriel. I was only a fifteen-year-old boy back then, but now... at nineteen and holding a highly decorated position in the empire as well as leading a university for mages.
"How annoying... to get sentimental at a time like this," Dressed in my battlemage armor, the Relics of the crusader, I gaze at my greatest foe.
History repeated itself once more.
Skies lit bright with magic light as the living fought the undead.
A last clash.
The God of worms and the second Divine Crusader, heir of Vanus Galerion.
The order of the Black Worm's remnants against the last of the Mages Guild's available forces.
A battle that shook the world where the spirit of Archmage Shalidor joined and Archmagister Vanus Galerion arrived.
Seven days and seven nights.
Atronachs of flesh and Elements clashed.
Undead and specters clashed with the living.
The Mages clashed against the king of worms.
In the end.
The god of worms cannot be killed but can be banished, never to return to Nirn.
Heavy breaths escaped from my lungs as my body felt like it was being crushed. Countless people have died. And I will follow soon. 19 years old and I will die like this?
A feat that only a select few can say that they have done. Looking at the destroyed mortal form of the King of Worms, I fell to the ground as my beaten and battered body couldn't move anymore. It was no use, my body was failing and I was out of Magicka. The arena formed to keep the king of worms in will stop any help from arriving in time.
A myth-echo of Pelinal's death. Thankfully, I was only killed by exhaustion and not torn into ninths.
Not bad.
As the last of my thoughts faded, I thought to myself.
'Heh, Martin better have those drinks ready,' As the darkness comes, I welcomed it. Aetherius awaits.
"Not yet, my dear."
Flames roared as light illuminated an area.
"Your story has not reached its end yet."
Magicka danced on the anvil while a hammer struck.
"You are still needed, oh rusted knight."
Sparks formed and danced with each strike.
"No, Archmage Jaune Arc."
As a form of a young man appeared. A figure smiled.
"You will return to your world. From a mere Courier to a hero. I'm so proud,"
The Archmage of the Mages guild and Arcane University opened his eyes. Is this Aetherius? Where is this place? Or is he trapped in Oblivion? His magicka reserves are still the same, second only to the great mage Vanus Galerion.
'I'm still alive and this is not one of the known realms of Oblivion,' Jaune thought as he felt the air. As a master of Alteration, Conjuration, and Destruction, he has long been trained to be sensitive to the Magical arts.
'Hmm, definitely not Nirn. I can't sense any residual magicka.' The young man thought to himself as he summoned his familiar, a beautiful spectral eagle. Without a word, the eagle launched itself into the sky. An eagle, the symbol of Auri-el, the elven version of Akatosh, the Dragon god of time. 'But I can sense magic, very familiar magic,'
Looking at his attire. 'These are the same clothes I wore when I arrived in Tamriel four years ago,' Jaune thought as he looked around. Sensing several approaching things, the Blonde tapped into his mastery of Alteration.
"Lookie here, a cute little NPC," Numerous shadows dropped from the treeline.
NPC? That's familiar...
Oh yeah, people in Remnant are given classes or blessings by the numerous divinities that watch over them as a guide or something. NPCs are slang for Non-combat blessings or classes, an abbreviation for the term Needs-protection class/caste.
"Give up, NPC. All of us are combat classes unlike you,"
'Ah, it seems like I am back in Remnant,' In an instant, all the bandits were entwined in earthen vines embracing them tightly with death looming for the bandits in an instant.
"I have some questions and you will answer them for me," The Blonde said with a smile as blue eyes gazed at them with a calculative expression.
Sup guys! This is a new fic of mine that I am cooking. It won't be updated as much as my other Fic, Knight of the Nine: Jaune Arc. This fic is inspired by Forged Destiny, Other RWBY gamer fics, and something similar to it, along with Isekai mangas.
In this fic, Jaune Arc from KotN: JA, is more of a mage, focusing more on the mystical arts and has become a mage. He also arrived in Tamriel when he was fifteen instead of seventeen and he was immediately associated with both the thieves guild and fighters guild similar to KotN: JA but instead of him returning to Tamriel after defeating Umaril the unfeathered, in this AU, Jaune defeated Umaril first and fought Mannimarco.
Questlines in order are
Thieves Guild 3E 432-433
Fighters Guild 3E 432-433
Dark Brotherhood 3E-433- 4E 000
Main questline 3E-433 - 4E-000
Knights of the Nine 4E-000 - 4E-000
Mages Guild questline 4E-000 -4E 001
Jaune joined both the Thieves guild and Fighters guild in 432 just like in KoTN: JA and gained Magicka after returning the eye of Nocturnal before the Oblivion Crisis and after becoming the Gray Fox.
Jaune joined the Mages guild to learn more about how to use magic and succeeded, becoming a student of Hannibal Traven. Jaune also finishes the Fighters Guild questline before the Oblivion Crisis and gets inducted into the Dark Brotherhood due to his part in the massacre.
During the Oblivion Crisis, Jaune improves a lot in the magical arts. Jaune also infiltrates the worm cult under the orders of Archmage Traven. Due to the Oblivion Crisis, Mannimarco was able to gather more people and coordinate more due to Traven not being able to keep him in check due to Jaune's apprenticeship under him.
Post-Oblivion Crisis has Jaune investigate the attacks on the chapel in Anvil. Jaune's physical body dies and he gets resurrected after a few weeks.
His absence allowed Mannimarco's human form to gather most of his power and with anti-magic sentiment, the Mages guild could not keep up with the worm cult's movements.
Jaune recovers and mobilizes a force against Mannimarco to buy time for numerous organizations to band together. Jaune dies after sealing away Mannimarco and banishing him from Nirn.