Yo its been awhile huh? honestly have been feeling a lack of motivation but then something just hit me. I had been playing elden ring before thinking of skyrim and the last Dragonborn and then i thought. What if the last Dragonborn came to the lands in-between? i hope you all will enjoy this story.

"The one the fear in they're tongue is Dovahkiin..DRAGONBORN!"

Ysmir found himself in quite a pickle..you see he didn't quite know what he was looking at..well he knew he was looking at land but..not the one he was familiar with. The last Dragonborn bit the inside of his cheek as he let a grunt of annoyance. He knew he should've stopped jumping through portals in catacombs and dungeons.

Maybe he had drunken a little to much mead and now he was drunk? Not likely he like to believe he knew how to hold is liquor. Maybe this was a different continent? yeah that had to be it because he didn't remember trees getting THAT big! The Dragonborn turned his attention to the large golden tree in the distance. it was indeed hard to ignore One it was golden normal trees weren't golden and two the sheer size was something to behold. If this was an entirely new continent which he believed it was then that meant he was no longer in Skyrim. And just why in the nine divines was this continents trees so God damn large!?

Though..this was far from the weirdest thing he's seen in his life. He'd quite literally had visited the after life of his people to fight a world ending dragon that brought the end times. After a long battle he had defeated said dragon and even then he had far more adventures weirder than being here right now. For example he had once visited where soul ended up when they were soul trapped. He had visited the Soul Carin along with fighting a warrior he had the soul and blood of the dragon but the body of a man.

The warrior found himself sighing as a small smile formed on his scarred face. Scars gained by countless battles. He took pride in his scars each told a story and showed he wasn't some milk drinking pretty boy. The last Dragonborn shook his head now thinking of a woman he hadn't seen in a while.

"I'm going to have to catch up with Serana one of theses days. I hope she's doing good for herself at fort dawnguard but knowing her.. she's probably getting on Isran's last nerve!"

The Dragonborn found himself chuckling. Serana was always quick with her words. If she wanted to she could embarrass you.

The last Dragonborn shook his head now looking at the beautiful landscape infront of him.

"Right..that's enough screwing around. Lets just see where the hell am i and find a way back to Skyrim!"

Roderika was a coward.

That was cold hard truth of the matter. She was a wretch nothing more nothing less. She had ran when her men were slaughtered..tortured..Grafted.

She could still hear the cries of pain even now. There voice were on a constant replay in her mind. How they begged for help, Pleaded for mercy and yet..she couldn't do anything but watch and run as they ordered her to.

She was brought out of herself loathing when a pair of footsteps rung out. She listened not dearing to make sound as the noise came closer to her little run down shack. Fear hit her. Had they come for her now? Oh dear..but maybe this was meant to be..at least she could join her soldiers right?

And then she heard a man's voice. He sounded..rather crossed. A few words had her recoil. The insanities that escaped a mans would make even a sailor curl in on themselves.

"The fuck is a tarnished? and why does everything in the blasted land try to take my head off! By my mothers tits i take back what i said about this continent, This place is a piece of work."

The man roared. The man had a deep voice and his boomed with power. The type of power she only heard from Knights and even great lords. As the man got into view she took in his appearance. A warrior wearing some type of iron armor along with a steel sword and what seemed to be a crossbow on his back. He held a shield in his left hand.Three things stood out about the man. One was how muscular he was. He had far more muscle mass than the average knight. the second thing that caught her attention was the helmet he wore. Well the two spiked horns on top of his helmet. She found it odd really they looked sharp enough to impale someone if needed. And the final thing that caught her attention was his eyes..despite herself she felt her cheeks warm at the sight. They were a firey orange and his eyes had a predatory look to them...like a predator looking for their prey.

Now those predatory eyes landed on her. Despite herself she found herself shrinking under the man's stare. He looked her up and down analyzing her. Heat hit her cheeks full force. How forward. The warrior infront of her raised an eyebrow in confusion at her reaction before closing in on her position. He crouched down to her level and despite herself she felt a lump form in her throat.

"What are you doing here..? This land outside the walls of a village or hold isnt safe for a defenseless woman such as you."

The warrior asked as he tilted his helmeted head in confusion. He was very blunt..she would give him that. Even though Roderika knew his words were true she felt what was left of her pride Shatter. The man's voice rung out again repeating the question. She looked up at the man and sighed in exhaustion before recounting her story and the horrors at stormveil castle.

By the end of her tale mans expression had changed.Once a look of confusion turned to disgust and rage. She could feel the man's anger..it was almost suffocating. A moment silence rung out through shack. The only thing that could be heared was wind picking up outside, leafs rustling followed up by the occasional howl of a wolf. But now another thing rung out..the clenching and unclenching of the man's armored gauntlets and then the man finally spoke.

"Stay hear..I'll be right back i think I'll have a few words with this Godrick fellow." The warrior said as he made his way to get up.

Roderika felt a spark of panic hit her and on instinct she grabbed one of the man's armored gauntlets. She let out a yelp when she found herself being dragged. Almost instantly the warrior stopped and looked at her with a frown on there face.

"What is it?"

The warrior asked with a frown still plastered on there face. Seeing she got the warrior attention she slowly made her way to her feet with a frown Gracing her face.

"Didn't you hear what i said!? You'll be grafted! You'll be ripped apart limb by limb and then be grafted to the Spider!"

The warrior infront of her remained unflinching despite everything she's told him..and then he did an action thay surpised her. He placed a hand on top of her head and with a voice of such confidence said.

"Trust me, I've faced worst than Soldiers and theses grafted you speak of, I've fought dragons and slayen them. This shouldn't take me to long."

Then the warrior tilted his head at her and smiled. The smile was gentle a far contrast from there eyes, She didn't understand why the warrior was going out his way to comfort her but..she found herself drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame. Maybe this was what she needed right now. Then the man continued.

"Tell you what. If i comeback before.."

The man trailed off looking outside her little Shack towards the sun. He then turned his gaze back to her.

"If i get back before nightfall why dont you come with me as a companion? I dont quite know theses lands and some company is always appreciated"

He then extended a hand towards her. He was granting her an accord. Well there wasn't any other option really, She was sure if she just stayed here a pack of wolves or Soldiers we're find her. On one hand she could end up being mauled to death..on the other she could be killed on the spot or dragged to Stormveil and be grafted to the Spider. The very thought made her shiver in disgust and fear. Ah but now there was a third option. If she did accept his accord and he came back alive she would be in his service. As a guide and someone to keep him company. To be fair..she herself was didn't know the land so well so she wouldn't be the best guide..but still she did have a map. She shook her head and looked back down at the man's hand. She clasped the man's hand sealing there accord. The man with drew his hand and turn towards the exit of the shack. He made it about half way before stopping.

The warriors right palm glowed purple. He then extend his hand towards the exit of the shack and then something formed..a portal formed and a large hulking figure came out. She blinked once, twice, thrice, She even pinched herself to see what she's is look at is real. True to her sight. the figure didn't vanish. It was a hulking being made of ice. The warrior looked over his shoulder at her and smiled.

"He'd make sure you'll live until i get back."

The warriors smile then left his face as quick as it came. Now an expression stocism took its place. The warrior turned his head back to the path that's ahead of him before walking out of her shack and up the road. Her gaze followed after him until he left her sight. She bit the inside of her cheek and hoped for the warriors safe return. She didn't know why but.. when the man was around she felt her heart start beating faster. It felt like something was growing in her chest.. but what?

"FUS OR DAH!"

Godrick jolted from his Throne with a start. Godrick had been having a swell day to a minute ago. A frown now took place on the large yet feable man. He had grafted a few Soldiers guarding some Tarnished earlier today. Ah yes and wasn't that just a pleasant surprise! Sadly the girl got away..But the Soldiers! Yes they didn't and now they only just added to his power now and the Spiders.

Still..even with this. It wasn't enough, never enough. He needed more power..Vengeance would be his..he would teach that Rotten BITCH Malenia what true power was..and then that oaf Radahan would be next. Godrick was brought out of his musing by one of his mercenaries getting sent flying past his head. He crained his head back to see the mercenary smash into the wall and slide down it. A puddle of Blood formed under this deceased mercenary. He didn't feel any pity for the Soldier, No not one jot..but he did feel something form along his wicked face. It was a smile..a cruel one at that. If he could obtain that power..the limbs from the warrior that stormed his castle. Why he would be one step closer in getting his revenge.

Godrick grabbed his great axe from the side of thrown before starting to make his way across his throne. He was stopped when a figure made made there way to the door frame of his Throne. Godrick took in his appearance now, The man was clad in nothing more than iron armor but would stood out the most about the man was his eyes. He squinted his eyes at the figure in his doorframe before stepping back in shock. They were Dragonic in nature. Had he taken part in the Dragon Communion? No matter his power would soon be his.

"Well..a lowly tarnished, Playing as lord.." Godrick slowly pulls the cloth covering his back off to reveal arms..arms that weren't his, They twitched grasping at the air almost as if they were possessed. "I command Thee..KNEEL!"

Godrick says as he grabs his great axe with both hands and slams it into the ground cracking it.

"I am the lord of all that's Golden!"

Ysmir did exactly know what he was staring at. This ma- no he couldn't even call this monstrosity a man But there was one thing he did feel, rage, pure utter rage, This monstrosity took men and women lives just for there limbs..to gain what? Power?

Ysmir grit his teeth, His hand clenching the hilt of his sword only tightened around the hilt.

"Come..i hope you made your amends with your God because i wont show you any mercy!"

Ysmir roared as he fell into a battle stance. His sword arm pointed forward while on his side and his Shield arm was straight infront of him.

Godrick scoffed as he stared at Warrior infront of him. Godrick spun the Battle axe in his hand before launching himself towards the warrior infront of him. Godrick swung his battle axe to the side with the intent of slicing the man in half. He found the warrior infront of him to be Nimble. He rolled under the Slash and punished him with a slash across his chest. He let out an annoyed grunt, He swatted at him with his free hand only for his swat to not find its target. A wave of pain hit at listening a scream from him. Deep gashes were made, grafted limbs were cut and ripped from his very back forcing him a knee.

The Warrior spun infront of him stabbed him in his gullet. Godrick tried to swat at the man but he was much to Nimble. He jumped on to his arm the came for him and found balance. Godrick's eyes widen as the warrior raised his sword..Not for his hwad but arm. He shook his hand like he was trying shake off an insect. The warrior didn't even budge and then he brought his sword down.

"ARGH!"

blood oozed out of his wound. The Bastard had just cut his arm off towards his elbow. It was a grizzly sight indeed. Bone and flesh could be seen far as the eye could see. For the first time since this fight started fear started to sink into Godricks heart. Godrick took his gaze away from his wound and rapidly wiped his head around looking for his opponent.

"FUS..OR-"

Godrick whipped his head behind him to see his opponent readying something. Godrick rushed forward with his great axe above his head readying to cut the man in two.

"YOU INSOLENT WORM! YOU DARE INJURE A MEMBER OF THE GOLDEN LINE-"

"DAH!"

Before godrick knew what happened he found himself soaring through the air out of his throne room. The grip on his great axe slackend and that was all that was needed for his axe to go flying out of his hands. He Godrick blinked as moisture started to cloud his vision and all so suddenly gravity caught back to Godrick. He crashed into the court yard of Stormveil another wave of pain shot through his back.

Godrick slowly tried to get to his feet only to let out a startled cry of pain.

-Bloodly hell!? it feels like Radahn just dropped the stars on me.-

To be fair it was almost an accurate representation such was the power of the Thu'um.

Footsteps rung out now. Armored boots came closer and then and armored vestige came into Godricks vision, Staring down at the Demigod. His expression didn't show him pity, No he showed the man utter disgust. He kicked the still down man and asked.

"Is this truly all you have? You were talking so much i would assume you'd have more power to back it up."

Those words felt like a dagger in Godricks heart. He had been bested, Utterly destroyed. One couldn't call what happened but moments ago a battle, It was like a child fighting a fully grown man. Despite himself he felt a liquid roll down his cheeks. The warrior staring down at him blinked then gave him a disbelieving look.

"Are..are you crying?"

Was he? He brought his still remaining hand up to his face and wiped at his face. Ah he was..how funny. He would most likely- No no doubt he would die here..a coward, weak, pretending to be what he was not. Just like how he was born and so..why did he feel some comfort in that?

As he stared up he noticed the man open his mouth, A small light glowed in his mouth like a flame. He accepted it, This was a matter fall out of his control. Godrick closed his eyes and wait for the sweat embrace or death. The last thing he heard was..

"YOL!"