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  • What happened to your Dragonborn after the events of Skyrim? Did he/she live a long life, die unexpectedly? How did the story of your Dragonborn end? This threads for all you storytellers and people who want to complete your character's story.

    Here's my characters ending:

    Arnskar Veilblade had defeated the evil Alduin, the devious Harkon and the powerful Miraak, all seeking to destroy the world or take it for their own, however the threat of Alduin remained as his soul was not absorbed, the Greybeards feared that he would return to fulfill the prophecy to end the world.

    After his destiny had been fulfilled he'd resigned himself to eliminating any other dragon threats that still followed Alduin, until the only dragons left were faithful to the Way of the Voice. He was a hero, but he did not wish the fame or riches he was offered. Instead he resigned to Lakeview Manor and found humble work in Falkreach as a logger.

    He made frequent visits to Castle Volkihar to see his closest friend, Serana, who while had been cured of vampirism refused to age. Being one of the first vampires, she had been infected with the vampire blood for so long, certain side effects did not subside. Arnskar only noticed this however when his wife Ysolda had died after a long life, when age had taken it's toll on her yet Serana looked the same as she did when they first met.

    So, as it happened, did he. Despite having an age of 86 years, he looked no older than 30. He had done some research in the Arcanium of the Mages College, and the answer came in the chronicles of his own adventures. Whilst on Solthseim, he fought and defeated Miraak the First Dragonborn. He was not undead like the other Dragon Priests, he was still very much alive. The reason for this was the dragon souls he had devoured, each of these souls not only gave him the knowledge of the shouts, but the lifeforce of the dragons. Every dragon can live thousands of years, and Miraak had absorbed many of these. Arnskar however had absorbed hundreds more, meaning he had hundreds of thousands, if not millions of years left in him.

    As all the people he knew had died and the next generations had come and gone, Arnskar grew to despair now realizing his gift had become a curse. Even the great Paarthunax had succumbed to his great age. Arnskar was on the verge of suicide when he dropped the knife and made a final choice. He made the long journey up the 7,000 steps along with Serana, his only living friend, to live in peace at the peak of the Throat of the World, teach new deciples of the Voice the way and await the return of Alduin.

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    • My power hungry Nord secretly joined the Thalmor and helped them conquer Tamriel in exchange for power over her lesser man. After doing this ruled over the people of Skyrim with an iron fist and any uprising of any kind was put down before it even began with the help of the Thalmor and secret police. She lives forever because she is a Vampire Lord and she also turned all of her royal court who are not yet Vampires into them. 

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    • I'll post mine. A bit long and very not legit.

      Sorin Steelfang stood at the peak of the throat of the world, gazing down upon the lands of Skyrim, ravaged by chaos and disorder. He had the sight now, the understanding, the ability to dream the lucid dream, but he was tired, tired of it all. He already had his own Plane of Oblivion, an entire legion of lesser daedra and many perks and benefits of being a daedric prince, but he had manifested upon Mundus once more, past the barrier of Akatosh, which never stopped him.

      Once a vampire and skilled mercenary, created when the sentient thought process of a forbidden daedric union fused with the soul of a mortal and a shard of Akatosh, born and raised as a Nord but genetically a Breton, Sorin Steelfang remembered the time where he was limited, mortal, for his divine nature was eclisped by the flesh that formed his body. The vampiric blood that flowed through his veins rendered the passage of time irrelevant to his biology, but the marks the blades could leave on his body hurt and required restoration spells.

      In the days where the mortals knew him as Dovahkiin, Sorin Steelfang had journeyed across the lands, slew countless eldritch aboninations, downed an uncountable number of dragons and drank millions of quarts of blood. His power was nearly absolute, he was a vampire among both man and dovah. The edge of Faterender (his sword) never ran dry, permanently slicked with blood as it was, the evil weapon devouring the blood of his foes as it destroyed them with the fury of the elements. Anything his sword could not destroy, his magic made up the balance, the red orbs that he originally could only access after transformation now coming to his hands at will, bats permanently flitting around him to devour all his foes. Anything both could not handle, he utilized his secret powers to warp the time continum.

      Yes, CHIM was easy, the world was a dream and Sorin Steelfang was the lucid dreamer. His thoughts were willed into the world as he dreamed them, his will exerted upon the world caused it to shift drastically. With such power, he had rendered himself invincible, immortal, beyond mortal, into something that was more, yet something that was less. He had travelled across vast distances, to dimensions unknown. The raw magicka that flowed from the Eye of Magnus was now all his, as a portion of the dark power of the Heart of Lorkhan beat within his chest. The world became his very plaything.

      Sorin Steelfang had made many friends during his overture as the dragonborn, but as he felt time flow, their very lives crumbled to nothingness before him, nobody would accompany him eternally, not even the immortal vampire Serana, who suffered an unnatural fate at the hands of the broken dawnguard, their last stab at him (and he revenged himself upon the dawnguard, for the aurbis now has no place for them). The fifth era would dawn in time, but the god that was once mortal was alone, lonely, as he would be forever. 

      Sorin Steelfang, now the daedric prince of dread, despair, losses and sorrows again faded back to his dimension, back out of the world he had rejected, back out of the chain of sadness that would bind the mortal irrationality of his mostly rational mind. He knew that even Sithis would bend to his will and release the mortals he once called friend, but there was no need for that. After all, he had no need for kinship, friendship or relationship...

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    • I have created way too many characters for Skyrim, and I don't normally bother to imagine an epilogue for them beyond what Bethesda will inevitably decide (to continue to their trend in all TES games).  However, I could post up a few of them (just one for now).


      1st Epilogue (Liutas Ramus Fustipes; Male Imperial) - May include mention of a few Mods. :P

      Liutas had lived a long & prosperous life as a result of his actions in Tamriel's Northernmost Imperial Province of Skyrim as well as Morrowind-owned Solstheim, most heroic & some questionable.  For the most part, he hated being in the spotlight as the revered Dragonborn Hero of Skyrim.

      The home he resides within today is the newly-built Falcon-Nest Castle in Ivarstead, miles below High Hrothgar.  Liutas is the first Jarl of the newly-established "Monahven" Hold, with its modified capital of Ivarstead & neighboring rebuilt village of Helgen.  This Hold is defended not only by an established Imperial military as well as independent Hold-Guards, but by the Dragons of Monahven as well.  The personal sigil of Liutas, a black falcon on a sky-blue field, is used as the flag for the Castle & on the equipment of the Hold Guards.

      He was quite aware that Alduin was not killed at the end of their final battle, for he is Immortal (moreso than all his fellow Dragons) and the first-born of a Divine.  As per the Prophecy of Alduin's Wall, he is the "Last" Dragonborn...the implication of which has secretly worried him for the time that Alduin inevitably does come back.

      The Greybeards have continued to welcome new prospects for the Way of the Voice.  Both Paarthurnax & Odahviing still remain, though Paarthurnax has made regular trips to gather more Dragon followers.

      Durnehviir, after being summoned to aid the Last Dragonborn so many times in the past, has gotten to the point where he can "summon" himself to Tamriel.

      The Empire, after crushing the Stormcloak-Rebellion & preparing newly-reunited Provinces for the inevitable War, is still locked in confrontation with the 3rd Aldmeri Dominion to this day.  The Second Great War had resulted in a draw, but at least the Mede Dynasty held strong.  The Empire maintains its vigil after kicking the Thalmor out, as they invalidated their own White-Gold Concordat to start the next War.  With the new Mede heir on the throne, who had proven to be another shrewd tactician, it is of little doubt that the Dominion's advance can be successfully held back during his reign.

      The Companions have since then named a new proven warrior as 'Harbinger', and Liutas had retired from his duties as Archmage of the College of Winterhold.  He had for some time wished to re-establish the Mages' Guild in Cyrodiil...but not with the Synod still up and about.

      The Dark Brotherhood's operations in Skyrim are still in shambles, thanks to Liutas' agreement with Commander Maro to destroy them.  Liutas suspects that the Dark Brotherhood, though weakened, is still around in some form.  Similarly, the Thieves' Guild (being the coven of thugs that it is) was left to rot by Liutas, as he declined Brynjolf's offer so long ago.  Mercer Frey's skeletal corpse could still be found within Riftweald Manor...Chillrend has gone missing from the manor, now hanging on display in the walls of Liutas' new home.

      Liutas no longer possesses the Daedric Artifacts that he earned from doing favors for certain Daedric Princes, as they had gone back to the Shores of Oblivion after he was finished with their use, but he would assure that he committed no questionable deeds for the "Evil" Princes.

      The Dawnguard faction has fallen into relative complacency, much to the chagrin of Isran.  Though their base, Fort Dawnguard, has become fully-manned by an entire army's worth of Vampire Hunters still keeping their vigil.  They've made exceptions, as these Hunters can now count Serana & Valerica among their allies.  The "Tyranny of the Sun" Prophecy has been completely thwarted, and Castle Volkihar stands relatively empty.  New Vampire tennants who have promised not to prey on the innocent now reside there, often returning to the mainland for bandits & other lowlifes to feed on.

      The Falmer have been slowly recovering from their "Betrayed" state.  Other unaffected Falmer have resurfaced, and Knight-Paladin Gelebor now works to restore the glory of his people as they live hidden lives in the Forgotten Vale.

      ...

      Alongside being haunted by Alduin's eventual return, Liutas is haunted by Hermaeus Mora, who had manipulated events in Solstheim in his own way to make sure that Liutas would become his new Champion in place of Miraak.  Liutas has another secret...he still keeps the Oghma Infinium & Black Books he collected stored away in a large Chest, deep in the basement of his castle home.  The "Miraak" Mask hangs over this Chest in eery silence, though Miraak the First Dragonborn is long-dead.

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    • 1-fighted all of his enemies and killed them 

      and builded a house at falkreath and married and have 2 childs and retired of his life of adventure 

      he get older and older his childs married and got away and his wife died of sickness he then got alone at his house and one day when one of his childs come to see him he died in his chair holding a book named the dragonborns adventures

      2- after fighting alduin and killing him he returns to nirn and continued his life of adventure till 2 cultists came and said to him Fake Dragonborn to his anger hi cutted the heads of them and found a note of someone named miraak in solstheim

      he founded that miraak is controlling natives to build what he wants

      after long adventure 

      he confronted miraak and killed him after absorbing his soul and wearing his dress and mask 

      the dragonborn becomes corrupted and sinister he kill citizens and finally the high queen of skyrim and become the high kings 

      skyrim falls into crisis and dragonborn use his powers to get to what he wants

      until a hero from cyrodiil comes and fight dragonborn and kill him 

      and becomes the high king and rebuild all of demage dragonborn done

      sorry for begin too long and sorry for my bad english

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    • Dervarror the highlander had felled both Alduin and Harkon, with a combination of his Powerful Sword,  dubbed "Dov Bah Tuz" (Dragon Wrath Blade) and his Spells, being of Fire and Lightning in origin, he travelled to Solsthiem, to conquer this Harsh Land, and to defeat somebody actually worthy of his time, A Dragonborn with Power to control an Island, it is the nature of those with the Blood of a Dov to Dominate, and Dervarror did just that, He fought his way through legions of Dragur, Dragon's, Reavers and cultists on his way to Slay Miraak, a being of power unimagineable, or so he stated, Dervarror was not so sure, legend told that Miraak had his temples raised by dragons, and was defeated by a dragon priest that Dervarror disintergrated with a lightning storm, before even getting to Herma-Mora's realm

      The epic battle insued, Shouts been thrown by both tounges, aswell as spells, both Powerful Nordic dragonborns in their own right, until the end of the fight, Miraak finding himself Impaled by Herma-Mora, Deravarror, mortally wounded absorbs the soul of his Fellow Dragonborn Believing it would grant him power Unimaginable, and an extended life, that would last him Eons, it did both of these things but it also consumed him, the power of Miraak's soul was to strong for Dervarror, who was taken over by Miraak, Miraak had got his wish, to return to Tamriel and finish his domination over the dragons Re-equipping his Gear, and learning the shouts and Knowledge Dervarror Knew, he left Apocrtha and Began killing off the tribunal, this new age known as "Kinbok Se Lein" translating to the Leader Of The World, Involved Miraak with the power of two dragonborns killing off the Jarl's of Skyrim, the Mede dynasty and anyone who apposed him, even Defeating the Greybeards in combat, whos voices were no match for that of Two Dragonborns, Miraak finally finding himself Defeated, by an elf no less, after a terrifying reign of over 100 years, Unbecoming of a dragonborn, Miraak Pleaded for his life, for a chance to live, turning out to be a coward in the end. The Elf who ran him through Ormve Anaedoth, the Altmer champion of Akatosh, merely Smiled, as the Two Dragonborns souls were absorbed by Him, however his Devotion to Akatosh was to Great, meaning Miraak could not Consume him as he did Deravarror, Anaedoth Began to rebuild what was left of Tamriel, and eventually became the First Elven High king of skyrim, Banashing the Thalmor from the lands, and working as a Bridge between worlds, the Men and the Mer, united at last, the Beastfolk also recieved recognition as equals, to all other races. This Tale became known as "The Elf and The Dragon" 

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    • I changed a little bit of stuff in the lore but nothing important. Such as that all dragonborns are the literal sons/daughters of Akatosh and thus lack a normal father.

      Emil Of Indal was a Nord born late in the year of 4E 175 to the legion veteran Helga. She named her son Emil after her friend Emile, a Breton and fellow legionaire who died during the great war when he saved his superior officer Helga's life. Helga however did not like the name Emile very much and thus changed it a bit in order for to sound a bit more nordlike. And thus she named her son Emil. Just as his mother Emil was born in the city of Markarth but didn't stay there for long. His mother was the wonder of a ship called the Indal which she traveled across Tamriel with as a merchant. Helga had her own crew and was well respected by them. But one thing that was always on their mind was the matter of whom Emil's father. In truth Helga herself did not know. She simply found herself pregnant one day despite not having slept with anyone recently. Helga raised Emil on the Indal until he turned sixteen. She taught him how to read, fight and other essential knowledge. In the year 4191 the Indal was docked in the Imperial City and Emil was off exploring it for a bit while his mother remained on the ship. It was then that Thamlor justiciars burned the Indal with her still in it. A punishment for worshipping Talos. Emil was distraught when learned what had happened and met with a sailor from the Indal. The sailor was going to flee the city as the Thamlor were likely to come after anyone who was connected to the Indal gave Emil his sword. It was made of steel and was simple but strong. With it Emil trackade down the specific Thalmor that had murdered his mother and tracked them down and returned the favor. After doing so he bought himself some armor and a shield and fled to Chorrol. There he met with a band of Nord mercenaries and joined them. The band traveled to High Rock, where they lived of the mercenary life. The most famous things the band was when they were hired by a Breton noble named Pierre. As it turned out it was revealed to them that Pierre was the older son of the recently diseaesed king of the city of Jehanna in northern High Rock. However the king had favorit his younger son and as such he was made king while Pierre was cast aside. Pierre however still inherited a large amount of gold and thus hired tons of mercenaries to take Jehanna for him. He hired the band Emil was in to kill the king himself and kill any nobles who disagreed. When inside the throne room the leader of the band, Bjorn, a large muscular man, with long hair and tattoos everywhere slaughtered almost everyone in the room. After that the band traveled to Morrowind where they continued their way of life. At that point it had passed over two years since Helgas death in the Imperial City and Emil was now eigthteen. But when the band of mercenaries sailed to the ruins of Balmora on the Island of Vvardenfell they were attacker but mysterious monsters they had never seen before. Everyone were killed save Emil and the Nord Ingrid. They were saved by a small group of adventurers led by a female Thalmor mage named Cenvanya. She told Emil and Ingrid of a horrible prophecy that Sithis would come to Nirn and devour all life. The beings they had recently encountered were minions of his. All of this was happening in secret and nobody save Cenvanya and the people she recruited seemed to notice it. As such she took it upon herself to stop Sithis. Emil and Ingrid joined her albeit reluctantly due to her being a Thalmor. Others in the group included a Redguard thief named Razzen, a Breton mage named Anton, an Imperial Bard named Cage and several others. Emil got along especially well Razzen and Anton and the three formed a close friendship. The group traveled all across Tamriel searching for clues as how to stop Sithis, all the while of his forces and Dark Brotherhood assassins who were worshippers of Sithis. They even got to visit the Summerset Isles thanks to Cenvanya. Something that no man had done in nearly twohundred years. Eventually in 4196 they realised how stop Sithis, by traveling in to the void itself and defeating Sithis there. The group traveled to a shrine to Sithis deep underground near the city of Anvil. When they reached the innermost sanctum where and opened the portal Dark Brotherhood assassins attacked them. While the rest of the group fought the assassins Cenvanya ordered Emil and Cage to enter the portal while the rest of the group held off the assassins for the portal would close soon. Emil and Cage entered and found Sithis himself. A long glorious started and by some miracle Emil and Cage actually managed to defeat Sithis. Altough Sithis was not dead Emil and Cage had managed to prevent from entering Nirn. After defeating Sithis they were both teleported to the sanctum and told the group of their deed. Eventually the group splitter and everyone went their own ways. Emil, Razzen and Anton joined up together and started adventuring, among the things they did was joining up with rebel movement in northern Elsweyr, among one of the rebels was a Nord named Hrongar that they befriended. Hrongar revealed to them that he was the brother of the Jarl of Whiterun in Skyrim, Balgruuf the Greater. The rebellion however failed and Emil, Anton and Razzen continued to adventure and it stayed that way until 4E 200 when they were traveling in Hammerfell and defeated Thalmor spies alongside Redguard forces that Razzen decided to stay and join the Redguard military as an officer. Anton and Emil traveled on to High Rock where they encountered King Pierre of Jehanna. Pierre offered Anton the position of court mage and he took it while Emil traveled on. In 4E 201 Emil was sitting in an Inn in Bruma pondering over what he would do next when he came up of the idea of traveling to Skyrim. The province he had not been to since his birth. However as he had spent all of his coin on mead he decided to try and sneak by the border guards in order to avoid paying entry fees. This proved to be a dumb decision as the guards discovered him and put a bounty on his head. Emil traveled to Dark Water Crossing first because why not he thought. Why not proved to be that the Imperials were planning to capture Ulfric Stormcloak there. The Imperials captured Emil too alongside a group of Ulfrics top Lieutenants, bodyguards and an unfourtunate horse thief named Lokir. They were all taken to the village of Helgen to be expected when a dragon named Alduin appeared. Emil escaped alongside a legionaire named Hadvar who convinced him to join the legion. Emil did, married the Imperial woman Camilla Valerius and it was through his service in the legion that he had to serve the Jarl of Whiterun and discovered that he was Dragonborn and that the reason he had no father was because Akatosh was his father. Emil defeated both Alduin and the Stormcloak rebellion and had two children with Camilla named Lucia and Sofie and settled at Heljarchen Hall. He also destruering the Dark Brotherhood, declined Brynjolfs offer to become a member of the Thieves guild and remained a member of the college of Winterhold simply because he was forced join the college in order to find the LocationType of an elder scroll. He never actually rose through the ranks and almost never visited the college and was eventually expelled and simply made an honorary member, both due to his minimal knowledge of magic and because of his inactivity when it came to college busniness. In 4E 204 a vampires threat enmerged and Emil joined up with the Dawnguard, an order of vampires hunters and defeated Harkon, the leader of the vampires. Emil once again returned to his family and remained there until 4E211 when two crazed cultists tried to kill him. He learned that the very first Dragonborn, Miraak had sent them and as such Emil went after him and defeated him. Not soon after General Tullius died of old age and Emil succeded him as General of the fourth Legion. During the years between the civil war's end and the return of Miraak he had after as a diplomat for the empire and had managed to convince the people Hammerfell to become an Imperial province again thanks to his connections with Razzen who was now one of the leaders of the Redguards. He also managed to convince the Dunmer to join the empire again by allting himself with them and taking their lost lands back from the argonians. He also secured their Alliance due his good standing with House Redoran and being a member of House Telvanni. Soon he led an attack on the Aldmeri Dominion and first captured Elsweyr and then Valenwood. Finally he led an attack on the Summerset Isles themselves and much to his displeasure had to slay Cenvayna who by then had become a high ranking Thalmor offical. When he had captured the Summerset Isles the people of the empire called for him to be Emperor because he the one had reunited the empire for the first time since the Oblivion crisis and because he was Dragonborn. By this point Emil was fifth years old and as such the old emperor Titus Mede the second had died of old age and Titus the third had become emperor. Titus, realizing that the Medes had simply been caretakers of the ruby throne until a Dragonborn would appear and stepped down and became and advisor to Emil who was Emperor Emil Indal I. After Emil died at the age of 82 his grandson Olof succeded him while Emil was named Saint Emil and was revered as one the trust heroes of the Empire alongside Tiber Septim and Martin Septim.

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    • Eric (a male Nord) had defeated countless enemies, and much like the OP's, was immortal due to the mass amount of dragon sould he had devoured.

      He eventually became High King after his service with the Legion and destroying the Stormcloak Rebellion. After some time, he eventually became Emperor of Tamriel and reuinited it once more.

      (Read on "What would you do if you were High King" for my actual full plans. I'm the Wikia Contibuter 98, and, well, Tehpwner7067. My post is 3 parts.)

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    • (I'm actually an old user here, I just logged off for lol's sake.)

      After slaying Alduin in Sovngarde, Isaah continued in his post as a Legion legate at Castle Dour. The Emperor praised him on his world-saving efforts, and said Isaah could have anything in the Emperor's power. Isaah asked that a new division of the Legion be created with him as acting general and tutor. This new division invoked the Nords' ancient costumes of using the Voice in battle, and was popularly named the Dragon's Adepts. While on a break from teaching his apprentices the ways of the dragons, Isaah crushed the Stormcloak rebellion and stopped a assassination plot on the Emperor, once again gaining the Empire's honors. Isaah and his Voice lieutenants would spend thirty years gathering recruits and training them into using the Thu'um, and finallyIsaah found himself at the age of 50, standing in front of 12-thousand men from all over Tamriel eager to serve the legendary Dragonborn and to be able to topple cities with a single word. With an army so big and so powerful, Isaah divided his men into legions, and requested an audience with Titus Mede II's son, Amadeus. The young ruler was a personal fan of Isaah, and was eager to listen to what he had to say. Isaah proposed that, with most of the Empire's old legions restored and with Isaah's new, Thu'um-trained, and immense army, they wage war on the Dominion, while they have the upper hand. The Emperor agreed, the scars of the Concordat from his father's reign still aching in the realm. Isaah and Amadeus issued all-out war on Alinor, finally destroying it after five years of brutal fighting. But the war had taken its toll; the AD's experienced mages had badly injured the young Emperor, and in his deathbed, with no suitable heir, he named Isaah the bearer of the title. The Empire's people welcomed the fact that the new Emperor was a Dragonborn once more, and Tamriel reigned prosper for twenty long years. That's when Isaah saw the truth. His dragon nature propelled him to accomplish all these feats, he was destined from the start to rule over others. Isaah's reign then was twisted from a prosper period to the dark ages, with the Emperor doubting his right to rule over regular men. He ultimately decided to resign at age 75, and took one last pilgrimage to the Throat of the World.

      To this day, Ivarstead's oldest inhabitants tell the tale of a fragile old man that had an intense power aura around him, dressed in humorously disproportional studded and iron armor. The man allegedly began the climb, only to be never seen again, although that night no one in the village would sleep, due to "surprisingly human-sounding thunder".

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    • Farts Mcallahan, after besting giant dragons and teabagging unfortunate dead bodies, resigned to the Shivering Isles, where he became an insane bard, who would reminisce about the days of old.

      With a fear of the unknown tearing at the provinces, Mcallahan volunteered to brave the other continents. Boarding a gondolo with a three foot pepperoni named Peppi Maria, he soon arrived on a far away continent at the age of 246. The withered old man, sadly shortsighted in his obscenely old age, took 3 arthritic steps off of the boat only to be crushed with a flying refrigerator, and was killed on impact.

      It's how he wanted to go.

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    • The Breton, Hyperion, after restoring the Dark Brotherhood, took to designing his tomb in his spare time. A month afterward, the Moot began and, while Hyperion was offered the position, personally placed the Jagged Crown on the head of Ulfric Stormcloak.

      He lived in Windhelm for several years, and when his wife Lydia passed, Hyperion used the Earth shout to build his tomb in the side of the Throat of the World, a short distance from Riverwood. He died a year later, and his adopted children, now grown, placed him in the tomb and sealed it with a specially crafted Dwarven Metal Dragon Claw. Placing his treasures inside, the two siblings went their separate ways, the daughter returning to Breezeholm, and the son to Windhelm.

      The Deadric princes claimed the saved Dragon souls Hyperion had never used, while his own soul dwells in Sovengarde until the End of Days.

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    • After slaying Alduin, quelling the Stormcloak Rebellion, and killing Harkon and Miraak, Marcus Quintullius settled his family down in the city of Windhelm and would take up a position in the court of Brunwulf Free-Winter as military advisor in Eastmarch in an attempt to stamp out any who would threaten the peace in Windhelm. with the coming war with the Dominion on the horizon, Marcus knew that Skyrim would need to be strong for the Empire and did his duty faithfully. in the year 4E208, Civil war broke out in Cyrodiil due to Thalmor agents inciting the general public, corrupt city rulers, and power hungry Legion generals into revolt against the Empire. Marcus at the time advised Tullius to march south in an attempt to restore order to the Empire. in 4E209, the Count of Skingrad somehow managed to storm the Imperial City and kill the Emperor and his heirs and would proclaim himself emperor of Cyrodiil. this was short lived as many took up arms against the false emperor and slew him almost a month after the coronation. General Tiullius began his march into Cyrodiil in the year 4E210 and captured the city of Bruma almost immediately but unfortunately he was killed during a battle with the forces of Chorrol. Marcus Quintullius took up the position of General, and immdeidately destroyed the forces of the Colovian west using the Thu'um, and now began making plans for taking the Imperial City. the City was easily captured as only scattered resistance to Marcus' legion was offered and Marcus took his rightful palce as emperor. with the capture of the IC the counts and Legion generals saw no point in resisting the Dragonborn Emperor and peace returned to the Empire. Marcus now controlled Skyrim, Cyrodiil, and High Rock as well as re-establishing contact with Hammerfell and Morrowind. but just as things seemed toget better, the AD decided finally to attack the Empire thus initiating the Second Tamrielic War. The Dominion was eventually defeated by the power of Emperor Marcus Quintullius after 3 years of fighting, and Marcus began marching on Dominion controlled territory as the War of Unification began. after 10 years of brutal conflict, Marcus finally overcame the Dominion and now controlled the majority of Tamriel. it would take another 18 years before all of Tamriel was unified under the banner of Emperor Marcus Quintullius. He would reign for another 50 years before his death and his empire would last 1000 years.

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    • Irish Sheogorath wrote:
      Farts Mcallahan, after besting giant dragons and teabagging unfortunate dead bodies, resigned to the Shivering Isles, where he became an insane bard, who would reminisce about the days of old.

      With a fear of the unknown tearing at the provinces, Mcallahan volunteered to brave the other continents. Boarding a gondolo with a three foot pepperoni named Peppi Maria, he soon arrived on a far away continent at the age of 246. The withered old man, sadly shortsighted in his obscenely old age, took 3 arthritic steps off of the boat only to be crushed with a flying refrigerator, and was killed on impact.

      It's how he wanted to go.

      This made me laugh more than it should have.

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    • I try. :p

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    • Ah,well,Nemirith,the Argonian Dragonborn,decided to settle down in Whiterun with his wife,Brelyna Maryon.His two children always asked him why he looked so sad all the time.He never answered.One day,Nemirith just decided to venture out and see if he left any inch of Skyrim untouched,and he did. He did a job for Aela from the Companions,and defeated a first troll who took up residence in Sven's house,only to find that the frost troll was Molag Bal,disguised. Nemirith gulped,because he was the champion of Molag,but he left his mace in a hagraven nest,and when he came back to retrieve it,it wasn't there. Molag Bal explained go him that he has a warehouse full of the things,and was happy to get rid of them (get that reference?Nemirth let out a long sigh of relief,and returned to Breeze home,only to find that his wife had been Murdered in her sleep. He found a note on her body,and it said "You took everything away from me. I'm just returning the favor. -U".

      Nemirith pondered for a minute,thinking, " Who the heck is U?" And he came to the conclusion that he needed help (DUH!).

      No more information was gained from the interview,as Nemirith dropped dead after he said that last bif of info. We have no way of knowing what happened.

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    • I actually have several Dragonborn characters,all having different attributes.

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    • NOOO ZORO!!!!

      Holy f!! Is the season over!? When does the show come back!?!

      Was "U" Ulfric!?! Uthgerd!?! The cult from that low budget ABC tv show!?!

      You're killing me. Twice!

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    • Irish Sheogorath wrote:
      NOOO ZORO!!!!

      Holy f!! Is the season over!? When does the show come back!?!

      Was "U" Ulfric!?! Uthgerd!?! The cult from that low budget ABC tv show!?!

      You're killing me. Twice!

      • insert laugh track for reference here*
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    • The Last Dragonborn, after defeating all of Skyrim's foes, knew that the land would forever be plagued by ancient artifacts - those of the Daedra. So he set out on a mission to collect them all, doing whatever necessary to acquire the Daedric Princes' items - even if it meant the killing and murder of innocent people. He believed it was for the greater good. After collecting all of them, he sealed them away in a vault far underground protected by powerful magic. Not even the Daedric Lords themselves could re-acquire their own artifact. Finally, Skyrim was safe on both the physical and mental front. This act, however, left his mind on the brink of insanity, and required a constant supply of dragon souls to keep his mentality intact.

      Finally safe from insanity (atleast temporarily) he took notice to the economic and political disarray of the land. He started a tycoon to return Skyrim to a great province (Skyrim Tycoon mod - look it up on Steam) and give the people an example of greatness. They looked to him as an unofficial leader, even trying to crown him High King and one point, though he turned it down. He was not the ruler they needed. He never had a family, as he believed his duties as Dovahkiin put his friends in danger.

      Eventually, however, the dragons of Skyrim learned to keep well away from the Dragonborn. The Dovahkiin ran out of dragon souls to sustain himself. He was restrained to his castle (Wyvern Rock), his keepers realizing the danger he could pose to those around him. Every so often, they could hear rambling and the occasional dragon shout that would shake the keep.

      One morning, they heard no inane rabble, no dragon shouts. One of the aids entered his room and found him keeled over infront of his fireplace. The aid silently left the room, head hung low. One of the guards came up to him, a curious look. One glance from the aid spoke all the words in the world. The Dragonborn was dead.

      A massive ceremony was held, with atleast everyone in Skyrim attending. He was laid inside a stone coffin, adorned in his dragonplate and sword resting across his chest. He had never looked so peaceful. And as the last rays of sunshine left the world in darkness, several men moved a hundred-pound slab of stone over his tomb.

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    • I kinda thought about this, but not this much, so i wont textwall

      One of my guys would break out of all other post death responsibilities, and make another afterlife for other badasa warriors

      The other one would become the ruler of the dragons, and mak them peaceful, then pull a Talos and become the god of dragoneyness. :P

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    • My dragonborn after slaying skyrims  foes he started to hear the voice of akatosh telling him that alduin would return after the dragonborns time on nirn had expired and so the dragonborn thought about what akatosh said. Years went by and went by and he understood and so the dragonborn needed a dragon pure of heart  paarthunax was willing to give the dragonborn his blood and when he drank it his mortal life expired and he was transformed into a dragon waiting for the day Alduin returned

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    • I have created a new character. And he has an epilouge.....

      Ahem.

      His name is Dunmalo,the listener of the dark brother hood,and also a madman. He and Cicero are brothers,as such Dunmalo is an Imperial. After assassinating the Emperor,he decided to travel Skyrim in hopes of finding riches. The torture victims from the sanctuary gave him a taste,with hidden coin and inheritance giving him 6,200 septims to his purse. He then decided to round up a few "friends" to fight with him. Friends- Lydia,Cicero,Boby (riekling hunter),and Luchien Lachance's spirit.This little army could stand up to anything,destroy anything. First thing they obliterated- a giant camp. Next thing- an Imperial Settlement. Next- Dragon Nest. After that- Cult of Arch-Mages. Last- 101 orc berserkers. They were living the life,until they met their end in a Draugr death overlord infested cavern. Their remains were scavenged while the DDO were sleeping. They received a proper burial ceremony,and even the 9 Divines showed up at their funeral. The Daedra Lords,too. Both oblivion and Aetherius had seen their reign in life. Even Talos was as little jelly.And so,they were all sent to Sovngard to drink,fight,talk,and laugh with the nordic heroes of Tamriel.

      The End.

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    • 71.86.172.21 wrote:
      The Last Dragonborn, after defeating all of Skyrim's foes, knew that the land would forever be plagued by ancient artifacts - those of the Daedra. So he set out on a mission to collect them all, doing whatever necessary to...

      Not bad. It does seem fitting for the Dovahkiin :P

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    • OK so I found out that Cicero is not the mad equivelant of a Dark Brotherhood Initiate,so we're just gonna use the DBHI. Cicero will have his turn,don't worry :D

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    • That doesn't work either. Oh well,I'll just use the DBHI. The female one. She's so pwetty :D

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    • Harold Burned-Mane wrote:
      My epilogue

      Did you make this yourself? Or was it already made? I wanna make one myself :D

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    • Acheron, the Dunmer recarnition of Acheron Dragonrider, a Chimer warlord, defeated both Harkon and Miraak and saved the world from Alduin. When the Moot finally met, Ulfric Stormcloak, having seen Acheron's fairness and wisdom, recommended Acheron instead of himself. The other jarls followed suit, and Skyrim had it's first Dunmer High King. There were high tensions in the following days as the Nords adjusted to having a Dunmer as High King, Acheron proved himself quickly by winning against the Thalmor and setting up a trade agreement between Skyrim and Solstheim. Acheron also assisted Morrowind in getting back on its feet. Both provinces are prospering, but Acheron keeps his eyes on the stars for the return of a very old foe.


      The story is not over, we are the Dwemer, and we will return!

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    • ShadowZoro wrote:

      71.86.172.21 wrote:
      The Last Dragonborn, after defeating all of Skyrim's foes, knew that the land would forever be plagued by ancient artifacts - those of the Daedra. So he set out on a mission to collect them all, doing whatever necessary to...
      Not bad. It does seem fitting for the Dovahkiin :P

      Yeah, I'm always the really good guy... I've thought that the Dragonborn would end up the kind of guy who isn't just a hero in physical terms, but on mental terms as well. I mean, you have this guy who did EVERYTHING for the people of Skyrim. It's not like he can just retire peacefully and live his life happy till he dies. Greater good comes with a price, and it can be a very hefty price, too.

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    • My Orc, Gurak (My evil character) betrayed Valerica and Serana's trust and completed the prophecy. Every morning one of his faithful vampire minions would shoot a Blood - Cursed arrow into the sky. He had smiths craft the elven arrows, then they would go into one of the cells in Castle Volkihar and take blood from either Valerica or Serana. From their island they built many ships, which they sailed into Dawnstars ports, led by the Gurak they claimed they came from an island far away. They built huts around Dawnstar which they lived in and blended into society. They lived their for four months plotting their moves. The people of Skyrim had grown used to the absence of the sun, thinking it was the work of an angry god, they thought they couldn't stop it so they moved on. The vampires started getting jobs as cleaners in the longhouse, waiters in the inn, miners in the mines. Then they struck, one night the vampires all got up, broke into the houses, entered the inns, broke into the shops, They were experts at this. They sneaked past the guards biting the people who were awake first, then going for the ones who were asleep. Then biting the guards. All of Dawnstar was infected. Vampires moved out, to all the settlements and citys. WIthin two years. All the residents of cities were infected. Falion, the only man capable of curing vampirism in Skyrim, was executed, the Companions were kidnapped and cured before being turned. Vampires were ordered to go out searching for non - vampires to turn. Gurak was now the leader of Skyrim, the Vampire Province. Every Hold was assigned a leader, and certain people were executed.

      Eastmarch: Ulfric Stormcloak remains jarl of Eastmarch, because my Orc is a Stormcloak soldier. Rollf Stone - Fist was executed for his open racism towards the Dunmer people and disrespect towards King Gurak. The Temple of Talos was converted to a shrine of Hermaeus Mora.

      Whiterun: Uthgerd the Unbroken was instated as jarl of Whiterun, because she is well - liked, trusted and tough. Njada Stonearm of the Companions was enthralled and imprisoned for her constant disrespect to King Gurak. Nazeem was put on a catapult and sent to the Cloud District. On the request of Hestla and approved by Jarl Uthgerd, due to both of their bitter resentment towards the Companions, the guild was disbanded but not punished.

      Haafingar: Galmar Stone - Fist, of Windhelm was moved to Solitude to become jarl. The entire Penitus Oculatus were imprisoned as thralls. The two women from Radient Raiment were beaten for their disrespectful attitude towards Gurak. The Temple of the Divines was converted to a temple for Molag Bal, Hermaeus Mora and Malacath,

      Hjaalmarch: Garen Marethi from the Volkihar Castle was appointed jarl of Hjaalmarch. Falion was killed to prevent him from attempting to cure himself or anyone else being cured, as he is the only person in Skyrim who knows the curing ritual of Vampirism.

      The Rift: Valindor was appointed jarl of The Rift, because he was the only one their infected before the take - over. All the Black - Briars, excluding Ingun Black - Briar, were captured as feeding thralls, though Maven was executed. The Theives Guild continue to operate without the Black - Briars. Fort Dawnguard was destroyed, every remaining member was executed.

      The Pale: Fura Bloodmouth, one of the Volkihar vampires was appointed jarl of the Pale.

      Falkreath: Feran Sadri, another Volkihar vampire was appointed jarl of Falkreath. Helgen was rebuilt made even bigger.

      Winterhold: Winterhold's walls were remade, along with the destroyed buildings, eventually it became a city as big and populated as Whiterun. Vingalmo of the Volkihar Clan took over as jarl. The college was the turned into the 'Molag Bal's College of Vampirism', it teaches vampires how to use their powers to their full potential, and teaches them about vampire and Molag Bal related artifacts. The Rings and Amulets of Night Power are on display in the college.

      The Reach: Orthjolf is appointed the new jarl of The Reach. Ondolemar of the Thalmor was beheaded in the market place. The Temple of Dibella was replaced with a shrine to Malacath.

      A massive new city called Portus Sanguis Acetabulis (Latin for Blood Suckers Haven) was built near Rorikstead. King Gurak, Queen Lydia, Prince Hroar and Princess Runa moved into the palace, named Teque Palatio. (Royal Blood Palace)  Over 140 new house were in the city with over 70 shops. 4 temples were built. One for Hermaeus Mora with all his Black books on display, along with a mannequin with Miraaks armor on it and his weapons on a plaque. One for Malacath with Volendrung on display.One for Molag Bal with the Mace of Molag Bal on display. And one for Sithis, with Dark Brotherhood armor on display, and the Night mother in her coffin. It was from Portus Sanguis Acetabulis that the new guard force for the Vampire Province were dispatched into every city. They trained smiths to create the armor. It was Steel, with Dragon bones on the going around the cuirass like a ribcage. They used Glass weapons. They were called the Guards of the Blood. The Dark Brotherhood became more feared then ever, becoming more powereful. Multiple new sanctuarys were built. Gurak told his people that they were doing everything they could to stop the Dark Brotherhood, but he was secretly the listener.

      All Forsworn, Imperial Legion and Aldemeri Dominion members in Skyrim, were either, executed, driven out or captured to be used as thralls for blood. The best mages in Skyrim were assigned with making the thralls have the immortality of the vampires, without actually making them vampires. Massive stone walls were built around the border of Skyrim, know as the Great Border of the Vampire Province. Unless they were killed by someone or something everyone was immortal, including Gurak himself. The Vampire Province lived on for 300 years worshipping Hermaeus Mora, Malacath, Molag Bal and Sithis. Then in 4E 576 The Aldemeri Dominion launched a massive assault sacking every city. Gurak, his spouse Lydia, and his Children, Runa and Hroar, were taken to the Summerset Isles. Gurak was tortured, by the Thalmor, then forced to watch the public executions of his family. He was then beheaded. The survivors of the Aldemeri Dominion attack were rounded up, and cured. Skyrim was eventually rebuilt under the rule of the Thalmor. They destroyed Auriels bow. The Thalmor used this as an excuse to get into every province. They claimed they would come in root out and kill every vampire in the province. But they were after something much more sinister. They entered every province in massive garrisons and started hunting vampires. But soon turned on everyone in the province. They managed to gain control of every province, thus starting the 5th era. By 5E 56, Tamriel was completly owned by the Altmer who, over the years started murdering the other races in secret. By 5E 98 Altmer was the only race in Tamriel, ruled over by the Aldemeri Dominion. By taking Skyrim Gurak managed to help who he hated the most. The Thalmor.

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    • Alternate Destiny: my character's happier alternate ending (When he dosen't end up as a DP and is a good guy (well, relatively)). Still less than legit but it will do

      Sorin Steelfang (yes, it's the same vampire guy, but different. Instead of allowing his friends to die in his selfish pursuit of becoming a DP and gaining absolute power, he gives up at CHIM and stops there, never using it) pulled dragonbane from its scabbard, running at Alduin. He leapt upon the black beast's head, plunging the blade through the skull of the God of Destruction, unmaking his mortal form. He leapt off the exploding dragon, seeing dragonbane being consumed by the explosions of his foe's body. Moments later, he was back in Mundus, his dependable Stalhrim sword upon his hip. The dragons honored him as the vanquisher of their dark lord. (all other quests done. Similar to above, TG, Companions, DBH, Vampires and Dragonborn all finished)

      And the emptiness hit. There would be no more quests, no more sword swinging adventures, no more massive creatures to fight. The time of peace had robbed the world of it's only pleasure: the thrill of adventure.

      Sorin Steelfang therefore cloistered himself in Castle Volkihar. He meditated upon his voice, his draconic speech. Soon, the power of his tongue became a weapon as deadly as his magic, as powerful as his sword. He had banished all the daedric artifacts back to Oblivion, for he had no need for them.

      On his 100th night of meditation, Sorin Steelfang fell asleep. He saw the lattices of the world, the shifting patterns of dream and reality, the realisation that everything was a construct of his sentient mind. He would have zero summed, had it not been his unwavering dedication to his self preservation.

      He awoke with the power to change the world. The world that he never saw for ten years. It was 4E 211.

      In 4E 214, Sorin Steelfang beat back the invading Thalmor with his voice and powers, shouting apart their navy, destroying everything in a rain of fire. His army of dragons backed him up. With his control over the spatial fabric, he sacrificed the heart of Lorkhan to rebuild Skyrim.

      4E 227, Sorin Steelfang joined the Psijic order and unravelled the mysteries of the Eye of Magnus. His power increased dramatically at that point. Nobody knew what happened. Theories were created, but none were confirmed.

      4E 230, Sorin Steelfang taught Serana the CHIM and she mastered it. Together, they flooded and destroyed the Summerset Isles to end the Thalmor threat once and for all (the entire Altmer ideology is a dangerous one). The fabric of the universe was nearly shredded.

      4E 256, Sorin Steelfang wed Serana in a private ceremony. They took a trip to Akavir after recieving news of an imminent Akaviri invasion. The continent mysteriously sank a few days later.

      4E 279, the future emperor is born!

      4E 297, Serana sacrifices herself to prevent another Oblivion crisis, this time a concerted effort to destroy Mundus and fuse it with Oblivion once and for all. Molag Bal was the architect of the plan and he claimed half of the souls that existed on Mundus. The world fell into chaos and Sorin himself fell into depression.

      4E 300, Sorin Steelfang's third child, his son Raiden Steelfang (yes, they all have messed up names) used his CHIM to warp the Dawnbreaker into something else totally, which was gifted to him by Meridia (who cured the ill effects of his vampirism). He used the weapon to destroy Molag Bal's realm and the DP himself in revenge for his mother's destruction.

      4E 301, Sorin Steelfang purposely zero sums. Life has no meaning. He erases himself from all memories.

      5E 01, Raiden Steelfang captures the imperial throne single handedly by erasing his opponents. A new era begins, a new dragonborn emperor sits upon the throne. He rules as a fair and just ruler, before mantling Akatosh, leaving the lands in the hands of an experienced Potentate

      5E 249, Raiden Steelfang/Akatosh actually leaves, to begin his 1000 year war against the daedric princes and Aedra. He played both sides.

      5E 1794, The former emperor proclaims himself the god of a new, monothiestic religion.

      (Actually, this is even more messed up. )

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    • Wilhelm Iron-Skin had killed almost every promonent fighter in skyrim aside from himself, a few legion veteran Jarls, his allies, and his wife, Lydia. Most of what he was doing was assaulting Thalmor patrols on the roads of skyrim (despite being an accomplished legionnaire) after proving to be the greatest living warrior in Skyrim, and possibly in Tameriel. Then a thought struck him: He was also the wealthiest. He had no need to start a business, if that's what your thinking. He could afford passage to the Summerset Isle for him, Lydia, and his army of about 30 men and mer from all over skyrim. Not as a vacation, no, but as an invasion.

      He was cable of facing innumerable Thalmor on his own, but with his army, also very skilled (setlevel 1000 0 1 200), he could easily kick the Aldmeri Dominion all the way back to Aldmeris. And he basically did. Within a week, he stood before central Aldmeri government members with a string of hundreds of altmer ears over his shoulders. He killed most of the elven buerocrats with the greatest staff ever to exsist, The Wabbajack, but the leaders with the same Akaviri Katana that killed Aldiun, Mercer Frey, Ancano, his own werewolf spirit, Titus Mede II, Ulfric Stormcloak, Harkon, and Miraak.

      When the High Elven Ambassador in Cyrodiil heard of this, he demanded that the Legion Recall Wilhelm to Skyrim. Several days later a Bosmer named Faendal, allied with Wilhelm, shot him in the back. Faendal was caught by the Imperial Watch and brought before the Elder Concil, who did not punish him but asked him to simply return to Wilhelm's Campaign in the Summerset Isle with this message: "The Elder Concil asks that you leave a trusted soldier in charge of your holdings in the land of the Altmer and come to the White-Gold tower as soon as possible."

      He left a Nord warrior named Golldir in charge of his "new kingdom" while he and Lydia travelled to Cyrodiil. The Elder Concil had expected a Nobleman and Noblewoman but instead wear faced with two nords in armor made out of Dragon Bones. Wilhelm and the Concil conversed for a while, and through this the concil discovered his Dragonblood. Finally, the leader of the concil told him, "By blood right, you are the Emperor." Wilhelm was a Dragon, trapped in the body of a Nord. Dragons are naturally power hungry. He would never turn down an oppertunity like that. The empire would also never turn down a chance to return the Dragon Emperors to power. He obviously accepted, and Wilhelm and Lydia were crowned emperor and emperess. 

      As emperor, Wilhelm Iron-Skin re-legalized Talos worship, as the Aldmeri Government had been utterly destroyed, and what Thalmor forces were left in Skyrim and Hammerfell had their ears attached to the string he made in the Summerset Isle (it now reached his knees), and worked to reform the blades as a group of imperial special forces, made up of the small army that managed to stiff-arm the Aldmeri Dominion (though instead of Akaviri Equipment they used Wilhelm's prefrence; weapons and armor made of the bones and scales of dragons). The new ISF was recalled to Cyrodiil, and a newly-promoted Legionnaire, an Altmer named General Fasendil, was put in charge of the land of his ancestors, which had become the latest addition to the Empire.

      Long before Wilhelm Became the emperor, he fought the Thalmor in Elsweyr alongside a group of Khajiit called the New Elsweyr Movement ("Moonpath to Elsweyr" mod). When the NEM and the ISF drove the remaining Altmer out of Elsweyr, the NEM leader, Ameir, was put in charge of the new addition to the Empire. In Valenwood, the Bosmer saw what he did and begain referring to him as the "Grand Champion" (By Azura, By Azura, By Azura!). When the Legion helped drive the Altmer from Valenwood, it became a province of the Empire.

      Valenwood and Elsweyr were not the only provinces to become part of the empire. Orisinium joined as soon as the Emperor beat the Orcish king in a fistfight. Wilhelm was also quite popular among the Dunmer. He was one of the Legionnaires who help rebuild the gray quarter in Windhelm, and, before that, destroyed the bigoted government of Windhelm. He was also seen as a hero by House Redoreon and was a master wizard of House Telvanni, despite being a Nord. Morrowind, under the leadership of Morvyn of Raven Rock, joined the Empire under the condition that the Emperor invaded Black Marsh to avenge the Dunmer. A Khajiiti Legion and a Dunmer Legion were sent to Black Marsh, Led by the ISF and the Emperor himself. The Khajiit and ISF, coming in from the west, tended to be kinder to the Argonian civilians then the Dunmer Army to the north. Black Marsh was still Conquered, though. 

      Wilhelm Iron-Skin was the only person to control all of Tameriel since Tiber Septim. The Gods themselves considered "recruiting" him, but before they could, he vanished, and was reported have been last seen swimming in the lake west of Bravil. The Emperess and the ISF went looking for him, but vanished as well. Only one member of the ISF was ever seen again; a Breton named Cosnach. Those who found him only heard a few words from him, "THE WABBAJACK! Huh? Huh? Didn't see that comin' now did ya? The Emperor wants ya to USE YAR WABBAJACK."; And thus the Wabbajack, the artifact of Sheogorath, became an Heirloom for the future emperors of Tameriel.

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    • 71.86.172.21 wrote:
      The Last Dragonborn, after defeating all of Skyrim's foes, knew that the land would forever be plagued by ancient artifacts - those of the Daedra. So he set out on a mission to collect them all, doing whatever necessary to...

      You shouldn't have sealed away the Wabbajack.

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    • Roadhouse699 wrote:
      Wilhelm Iron-Skin had killed almost every promonent fighter in skyrim aside from himself, a few legion veteran Jarls, his allies, and his wife, Lydia. Most of what he was doing was assaulting Thalmor patrols on the roads of...

      Ocato's dead.

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    • Tehpwner7067 wrote:

      Ocato's dead.

      I guess I didn't remember him dying in oblivion.


      But if you mean to say that he died of old age, you have to remember that Altmer live for a few centuries.

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    • "The books Rising Threat, Vol. III and Rising Threat, Vol. IV reveal that while Ocato searched for an Emperor, he reluctantly agreed to become the Potentate of the Empire until Imperial rule could be reestablished. After almost a decade, Ocato was contacted by Lathenil of Sunhold about the Thalmor; taking a greater interest in what he had to say than most. However he was later assassinated by a Thalmor Agent, his death causing the Stormcrown Interregnum which fractured the Elder Council."

      There you go.

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    • Tehpwner7067 wrote:
      "The books Rising Threat, Vol. III and Rising Threat, Vol. IV reveal that while Ocato searched for an Emperor...

      Well in that case I have another reason to kill off all the Thalmor. And to edit/finish my story.

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    • Yep.

      Upset me, as well.

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    • The Epilogue of Tovosh the Last Dragonborn:

      Even with the defeat of Alduin, Harkon and Miraak, Tovosh wondered who he really was as he remember he was there during the Oblivion Crisis. Tovosh still led the Companions but they were deep in mourning with the loss of Aela who was assasinated by the remaining Silver Hand members. Farkas and Vilkas left the Companions and joined the Blades along with Tovosh. Tovosh finally settled down and married Serana and adopted Lucia and Alesan, even though he thought that he would disappear again like he did after helping Martin Septim defeat Mehrunes Dagon a thousand years ago. Tovosh rejoined the Blades and became Grandmaster with the demise of Delphine. He successfully managed to bring the Blades back to its former glory and led them in an assault on the entire Thalmor. The Greybeards had succumbed to their old age and on that day the entire Skyrim mourned their loss. General Tullius finally returned to Cyrodil and in his absence appointed Legate Rikke as leader of the Legion in Skyrim as Tovosh had resigned from his post to look after his family as they moved to Whiterun. Hadvar resigned too to live in Riverwood after his uncle, Alvor was killed during a dragon assault which killed nearly everyone in Riverwood. His daughter was moved to Honorhall Orphanage. Tovosh grieved for everything and everyone that had helped him in his journeys that were long gone. One day, when he was at the age of about 59, he recieved a letter from the Emperor of Tamriel himself, saying that he can help him find out who he really is and how he can be helped. So, with his loving wife, Serana, his kids who were now adults, Tovosh finally heads back to Cyrodil to find out who he really is. But Tovosh probably knows who he is a little bit, he is Tovosh, The Harbinger of the Companions, Ex-Legate of the Imperial Legion, The Last Dragonborn...

      Dovahkiin...

                                                                        

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    • Nova did his part to help the citizens of Skyrim and Raven Rock,and his after-story isn't altogether proud. Nova's "nord barbaricness" started to overwhelm him after his dwemer armor tried to seep itself into Nova's body. The Dwemer Exosuit overcame,destroying whatever nord-like instinct that was left in nova. He destroyed the Daedric Artifacts,but Saved the Wabbajack. Sheogorath wasn't always Sheogorath,and so he kept the Wabbajack,as a token of appreciation of the Madness lord,and to use it to screw around with people's bodies every now and then. Being an obsessive dwemer scholar,Nova discovered a living Dwemer baby,And nurtured it until its day of Adulthood. At the age of 2,the baby created its first automaton. This Dwarf was very smart compared to the smartest of the Dwemer race,because the fastest a Dwemer automaton could be completed was one day,according to the lost Dwemer archives. The baby Dwemer located a female Dwemer,and they reproduced to re-create the Dwemer population.They all re-built their old ruins,and they all started working again. The previous automatons were forced to serve their new masters. The Province of Skyrim became the Dwarven Province,the center of all Dwarven work in Tamriel. Soon,Morrowind and Hammerfell became Dwemer workshops,and they sent all of their creations to Skyrim. Nova then decided to ask the Dwemer to make him one of them,and with the immense knowledge that the Dwemer gained over the last 20 years,this was as easy as creating an automaton to the ancient Dwemer.It took a day for the transformation process to be completed,and it was very painful. However,nova emerged as a full-fledged Dwemer. He lead the Dwemer race,along with his adopted Dwemer son (the one he found),and he soon got his automaton army and conquered all provinces except summerset isles.The Aldmeri Dominion was falling apart,with the Wood Elves and Khajiit joining with the Dwemer Empire,and the Thalmor were on the brink of destruction.The two warring sides in Skyrim decided to get their soldiers and take the fight to the thalmor,along with a legion of the Dwemer armie's best soldiers. Summerset isles became a Dwemer province in a matter of months,and Nova was the Emporor of Tamriel,residing in Solitude,with his housecarls and friends looking after him and his mighty dwemer-construct castle,which was created after the blue palace's destruction. He ruled a mighty empire for the rest of tamriel's days,because every year,a Dwemer baby was sacrificed and its soul was harvested so that Nova could continue to live. After some time,only the Dwemer,Argonians,and all Elven Races were the only living races on Tamriel. After Nova's conquering of Tamriel,he soon saught after Atmora and the other continents of Nirn. He even reactivatedd the Brass Tower and conquered Oblivion. Nova considered himself a God,and he had much reason to do so. Then,he traveled to Aetherius,with all of the Dwemer Army,and he nearly conquered Aetherius,but the army was Almost Completely destroyed,and he signed a treaty with the 9 Divines. The Dwemer Empire of Nirn was the most Powerful race that the Universe had Ever seen,and eventually,the Dwemer invented Space Travel,and they have plans to travel to Earth to Conquer it. But that's another story,for another time.

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    • And I guess that "altogether proud" thing was a lie,because it turned out great. I guess my mind just had other plans :P

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    • And yes,I knows that the story has a few flaws,and I can answer any questions you have about it.

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    • 86.130.185.3 wrote:
      The Epilogue of Tovosh the Last Dragonborn:

      Even with the defeat of Alduin, Harkon and Miraak, Tovosh wondered who he really was as he remember he was there during the Oblivion Crisis. Tovosh still led the Companions but they were deep in mourning with the loss of...

      Got a little ranty at times but the end gave me chills.

      And also the Hero Of Kvatch cannot be the dragonborn; he became Sheogorath and met the dragonborn in the mind of pelagius.

      Unless.... he used....

      THE WABBAJACK!

      Eh? Eeeeeh? Didn't see that comin' now did ya?

      ShadowZoro wrote:
      Nova did his part to help the citizens of Skyrim and Raven Rock,and his after-story isn't altogether proud. Nova's "nord barbaricness" started to overwhelm him after his dwemer armor tried to seep itself into Nova's body...

      Okay a few things:-There were only two dwemer. Lots of inbred dwemer. how the hell would they get so smart if they were all inbred? -What happened to the Nords? -You saved the best thing in TES in my opinion (which I've made pretty clear) -You can write more than one story? maybe I'll make another.

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    • Roadhouse699 wrote:
      86.130.185.3 wrote:
      The Epilogue of Tovosh the Last Dragonborn:

      Even with the defeat of Alduin, Harkon and Miraak, Tovosh wondered who he really was as he remember he was there during the Oblivion Crisis. Tovosh still led the Companions but they were deep in mourning with the loss of...            

      Got a little ranty at times but the end gave me chills.

      And also the Hero Of Kvatch cannot be the dragonborn; he became Sheogorath and met the dragonborn in the...

      ShadowZoro wrote:
      Nova did his part to help the citizens of Skyrim and Raven Rock,and his after-story isn't altogether proud. Nova's "nord barbaricness" started to overwhelm him after his dwemer armor tried to seep itself into Nova's body...
      Okay a few things:-There were only two dwemer. Lots of inbred dwemer. how the hell would they get so smart if they were all inbred? -What happened to the Nords? -You saved the best thing in TES in my opinion...

      Remember? nova's inner nord was destroyed when his Dwemer exosuit took control of his body,so he destroyed the nord race,besides his friends,putting his past behind him when he became a dwemer.And remember,the first Dwemer was very,very smart compared the smartest ancient Dwemer.His immense knowledge origin is still unknown.However,his kin were a tad bit duller than him,probably due to his mating partner.

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    • John who after defeating alduin decided to retire and wait for his return. He knew from piecing together the different bits of information that as he had absorbed so many dragon souls he would live a longer life. He lived in seclusion with the greybeards at the throat of the world for many years honing his voice but not enough to render one word the most powerful shout. One day a pilgrim demanded to see him. John walked out of his room. "Greetings old friend" said the pilgrim. "Who are you? I haven't met you before" said John. "Are you sure your not going insane or mad? Said the pilgrim, smiling under his hood. "There might be a god of madness about" Continued the pilgrim. "Sheogorath?!?" Said John in complete and utter amazement. "What are you doing here?" "I have a favour to ask you" Said Sheogorath. "The god of madness wants a simple piece of armour. Its just kept in a vault underneath the Imperial city guarded by countless daedra. Oh and its that piece of armour that only the emperors can wear. Why would I want this? Because I'm mad. And because its mine." "Okay then" Said john. "I'll get it for you" And so John journeyed to cyrodiil and arrived at the Imperial city.


      Part 2 coming soon!

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    • Satan, the last dragonborn, gazed down on skyrim. He had vanquished Alduin, First-Born of Akatosh, in Sovngarde. He returned, and found the land in turmoil so he took the mantle of Stormblade and joined the battle, After he became the Harbinger, the Archmage, The Listner, The Guildmaster and killer of General Tullius. He wondered why Ulfric let him in. He, a High Elf, became a Stormcloak. He journeyed to Solsthiem and killed Mirrak. He settled down for a brief day with his wife, Mjoll. He soon descovered that he had descended from Ysgramor himself. He, know knowing his companion fathers were watching, took up the mantle of The First Batman. He proceeded to eliminate all crime in Skyrim. His tale supposedly ends with he and skyrim crime lord, Mercer Frey, in a deathly leap off High Hrothgar. Mercer's body was found, but Satan's was not. Ulfric led his funeral. But in his planner he found the message:


      NATAS SEVIL


      Can you crack it?

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    • Spiderinfo wrote:
      Satan, the last dragonborn, gazed down on skyrim. He had vanquished Alduin, First-Born of Akatosh, in Sovngarde. He returned, and found the land in turmoil so he took the mantle of Stormblade and joined the battle...

      (Satan Lives)

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    • Roadhouse699 wrote:
      86.130.185.3 wrote:
      The Epilogue of Tovosh the Last Dragonborn:

      Even with the defeat of Alduin, Harkon and Miraak, Tovosh wondered who he really was as he remember he was there during the Oblivion Crisis. Tovosh still led the Companions but they were deep in mourning with the loss of...

      Got a little ranty at times but the end gave me chills.

      And also the Hero Of Kvatch cannot be the dragonborn; he became Sheogorath and met the dragonborn in the...

      Actually its only rumoured that Sheograth is the Hero of Kvatch, I'll be uploading an updated version soon. :)

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    • 81.129.247.163 wrote:
      Roadhouse699 wrote:
      86.130.185.3 wrote:
      The Epilogue of Tovosh the Last Dragonborn:

      Even with the defeat of Alduin, Harkon and Miraak, Tovosh wondered who he really was as he remember he was there during the Oblivion Crisis. Tovosh still led the Companions but they were deep in mourning with the loss of...

      Got a little ranty at times but the end gave me chills.

      And also the Hero Of Kvatch cannot be the dragonborn; he became Sheogorath and met the dragonborn in the...

      Actually its only rumoured that Sheograth is the Hero of Kvatch, I'll be uploading an updated version soon. :)

      I get sick of people saying "but he da sheogorath" as an excuse for why the Hero cannot do anything or be anyone else (ie dragonborn)

      Who says a god can only be in 1 spot at once? Also, you're not exactly forced to stay in the Isles at all during the DLC.

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    • My Redguard warrior is now living a peaceful life in Lakeview Manor, generally wearing a set of Hammerfell clothes for ol' times sake. In a corner of the room, on a Mannequin, her homemade Daedric Armor reminds her of the glorious days of adventuring. Her personal enchanted Daedric Warhammer wearing her name stands on a plate next to it. She remembers the hours spent shaping the ebony into the elements, the awe of commoners as she went back from the forge, looking like some sort of metallic demon. Ah, memories.

      It's 8am, she woke up from a peaceful night. The steward is filling the house with the warm smell of freshly cooked food. Outside, Lucia and Sofie are playing in the garden, chasing chickens, picking flowers and throwing rocks in the lake. They're big girls now, Lucia will move on to Solitude next season to study at the bard's college the fine arts of litterature, chant and poetry, which she was always fond of. Sofie, on the other hand has shown a great interest in the study of wildlife and medicine, she wants to become healer. She'll move on to the College of Winterhold to study Alchemy and Restoration.

      After eating, she'll take the horse and wander up to Whiterun to see how her Companion friends are going, buy some supplies and discuss with the Jarl of ongoing issues. On the way up there, she'll ponder what her activities will be once the girls will be away for their studies. She misses Hammerfell, but she's been in Skyrim for so long now, and it shaped her so deeply that she doesn't know if she'll ever be able to leave for another life. As her horse takes her away from the Manor, the laughters of the girls fade away in the distance, and her thoughts wander once more. It's going to be a beautiful day.

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    • Someone else who uses warhammers and heavy armor...

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    • Deadpool710 wrote:
      Someone else who uses warhammers and heavy armor...

      I use stealth, heavy armor, and both 2h and 1h.

      Dont ask why, I dont know, either.

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    • but everyone is always all 1H SWORDS MASTER RACE and no one likes warhammers, and that makes me sad... :(

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    • I prefer to use battleaxes. Not too slow/strong, and not too fast/weak.

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    • I'm more of a war-axe person, since I still like to have a shield.

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    • When Nostrand Redmarsh read 'A Dream of Sovngarde', he would have never dreamed to see for himself the truth of Shor's words, "a Nord is judged not by the manner in which he lived, but the manner in which he died."

      Sadly for Skyrim, and later Tamriel, he did.

      When he returned from Sovngarde, his old comrade Faendal perceived the change in the Dragonborn's eyes. He would have asked, but the Ebony Blade drowned his words in his own blood. Many of the Dragonborn's former friends and companions would suffer the same fate. One day, Companions denounced their former Harbinger for his deeds. The following day, the Companions were no more.

      The Civil War begun anew, with a vengeance. Fort after fort fell to the Stormcloaks. Many atrocities would be rememered for years to come - the Sack of Markarth, the Burning of Dragon's Bridge, the Destruction of Falkreath - and they all had one thing in common: the man leading the charge, mounted on a hellish black horse and with a dragon at his back.

      The war had been won at an unnecessarily high cost, and the Dragonborn continued to hunt Ulfric's enemies, even though the High King had never asked him to. Legion camp after Legion camp was burned to the ground. When there were no Legionnaires left, Nostrand turned to the Forsworn. When there were no Forsworn left, he turned to brigands, marauders, vampires, hagravens, trolls, and then to merchants and farm-hands and stable boys and unprotected travelers. Who would dare accuse him, after what he had done in Jorrvaskr?

      One day, by the crack of dawn, Nostrand entered the Palace of Kings demanding the Jarldom of Morthal to Ulfric. When objections were raised, Nostrand tossed Jarl Sorli's head on the dinner table, claiming to have won a 'fair combat'. Left with no choice, the High King ceded. Nostrand's response was to challenge him to a duel on the spot. By the time the sun had reached its peak, there wasn't enough of the last Stormcloak left to bury. By dusk, the Terror of the North had left to Hammerfell, tossing his crown of Jarl to the snow as he rode.

      For quite a few years, he worked as a sellsword for the Redguard Forebears in their petty Civil War, looting what he could carry and burning what he couldn't. When their enemies the Crowns were at the brink of annihilation, he turned his coat and joined them agaist his former employers. By the time he left to High Rock to work for the petty lords of Wayrest and Daggerfall, the Alik'r was a sea of corpses and human bones, charred by both sun and torch. And then, silence. For a while.

      When the Thalmor broke their own peace and the war began, his fellow countrymen were surprised (and glad) not to find him at the front of battle. After just a few fortnights, however, came the terrified stories from the elves. Anequina fallen to a band of atronachs and thralls coming from nowhere. Pelletine raided into starvation and sieged into submission. Valenwood destroyed almost entirely, its forests burned to the ground by dragon fire. Artaeum itself under attack, the Psijics running like skeevers from a sinking ship. And then the Summerset Isles - even though the Dominion would not admit it, they didn't even know what had happened there; the Aldmeri warships simply stopped arriving on the mainland, and after a few days, several hundred elven corpses washed up all over the western shores. Cessation of hostilities came soon after.

      Tamriel is at peace, now. No one has seen the dragon, the horse or the man in over a decade. Petty kingdoms have formed across the ravaged land, and trading had resumed, albeit slowly. 

      Many hope he has died of old age or old wounds. Some say he went to Atmora or Yokuda, to fight the man-beasts. Others claim he opened an Oblivion Gate of his own and wil thrash at Mehrunes Dagon for all of eternity.

      An old veteran living in the ruins of the Temple of Talos, on Old Windhelm, tells a different story. He tells he had a dream.

      'In the dream, I walked through a cloud of smoke and ashes, toward the sound of battle, steel ringing against steel. The smog soon cleared, and before me lay a great chasm. A river of blood oozed over its brim, and so thick it was, it seemed as a festered wound.

      A great bridge made all of whale-bone was the only means to cross; as I took it, I saw a gigantic sword stuck at the middle of the bridge. At its tip lay a head of a man, the largest I had ever seen.

      A faint murmur could be heard past the grim display. Hundreds of souls spoke to each other in fear; the doors in front of them were barred, and as I approached these doors the sound of battle became louder to the point of unbearable.

      A maimed spirit came to my ear, and asked, 'Do you know what is happening in there?' I shook my head, and he wailed in despair.

      'The door is locked. The din of battle never stops; we tried looking into the windows, but there's too much light coming from them, as if the halls were on fire.'

      'Some of us didn't make it past Tsun; others only arrived after he was no more. Either way, nobody has made it through the Doors since the Black Knight came.'

      'Who is this Black Knight you talk about?', I asked, 'what do you know about him?'

      'Nothing. He arrived, entered and sealed the doors. That was it.'

      'Then, how do you know he was a knight?'

      The spirit's eyes widened, and he said, 'He arrived on the back of a horse.'

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    • (Thought I'd give a fitting prologue to my Nord, Jessari) 

      Shortly after the demise of Alduin, and the many guilds of Skyrim rising in power once more, the Aldemeri Dominion chose to play their hand, waging war on the Empire and Skyrim once more. Apparently, someone in Skyrim had been systematically destroying every Thalmor agent, even the superiors of the tyrannical group were being taken out either in public places, or dying in locked rooms. Many suspected that the Dark Brotherhood was afoot, and even the whispers of the Blades began to arise again, a very few suspecting that the Blades had made a contract with the assassin's group.

      With the war going about, there was treasure to be looted, and looted it was. The Thieves Guild, with a newfound gusto, plundered like never before, returning to more than it's formal glory, the Crown of Berenziah hanging proudly in their base of operations in Riften.

      The Companions have also been hard at work, working to protect the innocent and defend Skyrim from bandits and the like while many men are drafted to fight in the war. The Companions is gaining more and more men by the day, with Vilkas second in command, as the leader is often away from Whiterun.

      The Mages have continued their work as well, many refugees who profess magic fleeing to the College for safety, increasing the student capacity by tenfold. Winterhold once again became busy, and new ideas for making it a bustling city once more are starting to arise.

      The short vampire war has long past, with the Dawnguard wiping out the Volkihar Clan that had terrorized many of Skyrim's hold. Vampire activity is at an all time low, but the Dawnguard now works with the Companions in their off-time, doing much of the same as they with the new war.

      Fortunately, for the island of Solsteim, it has had little effect from the war, other than a grand increase of Ebony and any other metals that can be found on the island. Thalmor have tried to take over, but the Dunmer of Morrowind have sent many reinforcements, and were forced out of Solsteim before a single day had past.


      A Nordic woman with hair like a red, fiery halo fights fiercly now against the Thalmor in the Imperial City, a last battle being fought, a deciding battle. She grins, having felt this rush before. She Shouts at a legion coming straight for her, and they tumble before her might, flying back and crashing into a second group. Two Blade of Ebony are in her hands, glowing with red magic, her armor made of the same material blackened with Daedric magic, and an Ebony Bow that seemed to be of a Dwarven make rested on her back, her quiver filled with Ebony arrows. A Dwemer crown rests on her head with blue stones rested in it. Her armor and weapons tell the story of the battles she fought and won, and the many lives that have been lost before her weapons and eyes.

      She slashes across a coming soldier, cutting him down before he even has the chance to strike. The white tower is close, if she can battle her way there, the war is won! She sees an arch open and Shouts once more, barreling through it, many of the enemies she passes feeling the effects of the blackened armor she is wearing, immediately feeling more weak and weary. She feels the enemies immediately get thicker and preses on, fighting.

      Suddenly, it all just stops. She pants and looks up. The Imperial flag is rising high into the sky! The battle has been won! A mighty Shout of victory arises from the woman and she raises her right swrod, a triumphat feeling erupting in her. All the battles she had fought had lead up to this... and the fight was over. She leaned against a wall, and as bloodsoaked as the stones were, she slumped, panting, grinning. A familiar hand came into her view and she looked up. Delphine offered her hand. She looked at it with a suspicous look, raising an eyebrow.

      Delphine sighed and sat down next to the woman. "Look.... I know we argued a lot last time we saw each other, but... after today, I want to make amends." The two had argued over differing opinions on slaying a former ally, and had parted ways bitterly. This was the first they had seen each other in nigh on 4 years now. The Nordic woman looked at Delphine. "Have any mead?" She asked, parched. "I do, in fact." Delphine handed her a flask; the woman nodded and drank heavily. ".... I heard you got married. Companion, right?" Delphine asked while she was drinking. The woman nodded and handed back the flask. "Vilkas." She replied. "He's a good man." Delphine replied.

      "Jessari?" The redhaired woman looked over again. "Can we.. can you... can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" Delphine asked. Jessari sighed and remained silent. "Well, after today, I think I could even forgive Alduin for his sins." Jessari looked at Delphine and smiled. Delphine stood up and helped the shorter woman up. 'So.... what are you going to do now?" Jessari asked. "Oh, same old, same old. What are you going to do, Jessari?" Jessari paused, thinking over the answer.........


      An elderly woman sat in a chair outside of a large house, just outside of Falkreath. She stared over the waters of a lake, the colors of the rising sun reflecting upon it. "Dear?" She looked up at her husband, a small smile crossing her face. "Sorry, love, just thinking." She stood up and brushed her dress off. As she reached for the man's hand, a strong feeling came in her chest. "Oh!" She clutched at her chest, an intense pain she had not felt since she last battled erupting. "Jessari!" The man shouted and picked up the woman, carrying her inside. "Vilkas, Vilkas, I think....I think I'm going." She said, wincing. "Going?! Going where?!" He asked, panicking. 

      "I think I'm leaving you, love." She said as she was laid down in the bedroom. "Don't leave me, Jessari." He pleaded. "Sorry, Vilkas. Sovngarde calls for me once more. Vilkas, do as I requested. Burn the body." She said, her old battle flames in her eyes. "A-aye, love. I will." Vilkas replied, remaining strong for his wife's last moments. "And spread the ashes. In each Hold, Solsteim and finally the remaning shall rest on the Throat of the World." She reminded, feeling her vision start to blacken. "Farewell, Vilkas. I shall see you....again." Jessari gave a small smile and closed her eyes, her body releasing it's last breath.


      A grand funeral was held in Whiterun under the stars, her body being burned in Skyforge, hundreds of people showing up for the funeral. The Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves Guild had occupied the roof of Jorvasskr, keeping a watchful eye on their former leader, while many of the mages and warriors of the Companions watched her body turn to ash more closely, along with many of her friends. 15 jars of ash came from her body, and were spread across Skyrim, just as she asked. 9 for each Hold, one for Solstiem, one to rest on the greatest mountain in Tamriel, and one for each of the four great factions of Skyrim.


      In the afterlife, Jessari's soul was argued for by many, but the call of Sovngarde is what held for her. She spent many a day and night, waiting at the whale bone bridge for her husband to follow her. When he finally did, the two watched the world pass by, the fifth era pass by, followed by the sixth and so on, enjoying the revelry of the hall of heroes, and each other's company. But, the lingering thought of Alduin was always in the back of the Dragonborn's mind. One day, she would have to face the World-Eater again. Until that day, though..... all would be well.

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    • 177.133.250.177 wrote:
      When Nostrand Redmarsh read 'A Dream of Sovngarde', he would have never dreamed to see for himself the truth of Shor's words...

      Nuts... just nuts...

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    • My Nord male character got really waisted one night (drank down 50 bottles of ale in one sitting.) and murdered his housemate Lydia in cold blood for blocking the door way. The Nord fled from whiterun with only wearing a loin cloth and irons boots on a cold Frostfall night.

      By the next morning he found himself lost in the forest. The Nord came across a Khajiit skooma dealer and spent almost all his septims to get his drug fix. Under the influence of Skooma my character proceeded to take on wolves and a cave bear with his bear fist. (Which he killed all of them.) 

      The Nord stummbled upon Falkreath and rented a room to sleep in. 

      No one has heard of him since.

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    • Alright, part 2 of the story of Wilhelm Iron-Skin. It looks long but alot of it is dialog. Madgod dialog:

      Let's rewind back to when Wilhelm first disappeared. He had been collecting slaughterfish scales and eggs outside of Bravil for his poisons when he say a glowing object on an island in the lake. He swam out to it, only to find a few people who seemed like skooma addicts surrounding some kind of portal. Having no luck in any sort of communication with the skooma addicts, he went into the portal, and found himself in a black room with a short man, presumably Breton.

      The man seemed much saner then the people on the other side of the portal, and this made the things he said hard to believe. The man claimed to be Haskill, steward to Sheogorath. "It has been 200 years since a warrior of your potential came into our realm..." he said, then explaining that the realm was the Shivering Isles. Wilhelm decided this: he would go east, to the capital city of New Sheoth and meet with the madgod once again (he met him once in the blue palace in solitude), but if he instead found nothing, he would "find the rustiest, heaviest iron mace he friggin' could and smash Haskill's bald head 20 times over". He passed through a town full of nutjobs and a talking grapefruit named Stanely, then came to a gate with a disgusting looking creature guarding it. He shouted it down then pelted it with crossbow bolts, then went through the northern gate, which Haskill claimed led to Mania, the region of the Isles inhabited by the happy kind of nutbags.

      He passed through, fighting effectively through the strange creatures living in the area (which he was beginning to believe the Shivering Isles); as his wife always said to magical constructs and other strange creatures, "I don't have to know what you are to kill you!". Finally he saw walls. Massive stone walls, guarded by slutty daedra in golden armor. He asked one of them what it was and they made similar claims to Haskill. It was New Sheoth.

      The first thing he did was go to the palace of Sheogorath. He discovered that there were even sluttier daedra guarding the other half of the isles, who wore black armor. He walked into the great hall of the palace and saw a Nord in cerimonial Akaviri armor rather then the Sheogorath he knew. "Aha! I do believe we've met my mortal friend! You've given me more time to consider plucking your eyes by coming here." The Nord said.

      "You may know me as Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness; but this my true form. My true realm. My true Cheese Factory! Wait is that right? Cheese factory? Doesn't matter; my realm, my rules. So anyway mortal, my name is Wilaar Wood-Strider (my oblivion character)."

      "Hold on, you're a Nord? How did you end up as a Daedra, kinsman?"

      "Ahoho, a curious one? Ya know curiousity almost killed the intrepid adventurer who should've been doin' exactly as I say. So as I was saying, or as you were saying, and I was for some reason answering you and not plucking your eyes, I did what you always do. Go on a quest! Kill some people! Take their eyes as war trophies! Make a tributary statue to myself with their remains! Force Cheese down their throat until they choke! Like I once said, the cheese was TA' DIE FOR! Ahohoho."

      "Um... can you go on? I don't quite understand..."

      "Ugh, you mortals are so simple. Like goat cheese. Or flesh wounds. Fine, fine. The old Madgod ceased to be mad. I stopped him from smashing up the isles and making me have to put all the peices back together by making new madgod stuff! Like Staves! And Cheese! And Plucked Eyeballs, ohoho!"

      "Alright... well you certainly seem like the Sheogorath I know and love. I guess I don't get to smash Haskill's head..."

      "Smash Haskill's head? Ahoho, there'd be brains everywhere! He's got more brains then a brain pie! You ever tried brain pie? Delicious. If you do smash his head, tell me. We could try some of it!"

      Just then, Lydia, the emperess, came into the room, who was embraced by her husband. After Asking her if she had fun fighting through the isles (being a pyscopath like him, she did) a thought struck him. He could make a deal with Sheogorath to give his wife the blood of a healthy daedra and make her immortal, as he was (pure-blood dragonborn).


      TO BE CONTINUED. OR NOT. I'M IN A SHEOGORATHY MOOD NOW.

      AHOHO.

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    • Part 3 of the story of Wilhelm Iron-Skin. Alot of blood mixing in this story; good thing you can't contract Aids in Skyrim:

      Sheogorath was delighted at the deal. He took full advantage of it; he wanted... CHEESE! Lydia had brought the whole ISF with her, so Wilhelm sent a Breton named Cosnach, who had already been driven mad on the isles, back to Tameriel to get lots and lots of cheese. He came back with 300 pounds of it from his homeland, High Rock. One of Sheogorath's soldiers walked into the room just as Cosnach presented the cheese. The Madgod threw his katana across the room like a javelin, right into the soldier's head. There was enough blood for the whole ISF to become immortal.

      "There's your daedra blood, mortal. Enjoy eternal life, assuming this will work. That Daedra might have had HIV, ahoho! If it doesn't work, well, maybe I'll let you have some cheese. Just a little."

      Cosnach was the first to combine it with his own blood. He didn't feel much of a difference. Yet. Lydia and the rest of Wilhelm's soldiers slowly recieved the blood after that. One in particular, Serana, was hesitant about it. She had become a very close friend of Wilhelm, closer than most ISF, and was a former vampire. She asked why Wilhelm suggested she get cured of vampirism and be rid of Molag Bal's blood, but now take the blood from Sheogorath. The Madgod interrupted their conversation saying, "Well Molag is crazy. Always has been. Like a cat in a bag. Cats hate bags, so they go crazy in them. Crazier than Molag Bal. Ya know, he's always tryin' to enslave your kind. Become dominant over them. I don't do that type of stuff to you. Just make you like killing things."

      After all of the soldiers became immortal, Wilhelm recieved a message, being told from a voice in his head. It claimed to be his father, Akatosh (He's a goddamn dragon. That's what a dragonborn is. Its racist to call him a Nord just because he looks like one.), and it told him that it could finally speak to him because the Shivering Isles are very close to Aetherius. 

      I'm tired of writing now. I'll have to make a part 4 and maybe 5.

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    • Lol, time to write a fitting end to my Vampire mage chick. (It involves extradimensional dovahkiins from across multiple dimensions, multiple copies of daedric artifacts and strange stuff.)

      The voices in her head were killing her. They had directed her to do many insane things, to perform many ridiculous feats, to destroy many people uncessarily.

      Svana Fire-heart screamed in horror as she awoke once more from a horrific dream, the voices in her head coming to take her. It was a long time since she became Lady of the Volkihar court. Of course, to stabalize her reign, she executed many of the old court, instead recruiting a new set of vampires by turning her closest friends.

      There was once Svana was an innocent, nice girl, but that time had long passed. She remembered coming to Skyrim, getting captured and escaping a large black dragon. She remembered mastering the arts of the elements. She remembered becoming archmage and flowing as one with magic, a time where she swore to collect every daedric artifact to protect people from them.

      Such had never satisfied Svana's lust for power, which mysteriously developed after she read the Oghma Infinium, thus she turned to unlocking ever darker secrets, journeying into Apocrypha with black books, performing warped rituals.

      Eventually, Svana found the Volkihar clan, a place perfect for her latent evil nature to manifest. She climbed the ranks and killed it's lord, gaining a horrific flesh altering power in the process, as well as Auriel's bow.

      To consolidate her power, Valerica was sacrificed to taint the bow, thus allowing Svana to use normal arrows on the sun. Serana was exiled, for Svana's good side rebelled at killing her former friend. The reign of darkness began, as voices began to fill Svana's head. She became paranoid anc cruel, her vampire lackeys pandering to her insatiable bloodlust as they conquered Skyrim with might and magic. The Ebony blade was charged into a horrific life taking blade, cabable of tearing souls, life and blood out of it's victims. It was wielded by the very witch who once swore to destroy it.

      Svana had used a massive undead army, commanded by the new Volkihar Court, seven very powerful necromancer-warriors (who are vampires) under her instruction to crush any insurrection. Every enemy that fell became soldiers to fall even more enemies. She extended her reign over Skyrim. The people lived in fear and misery. The empire failed to attack her forces. The thalmor failed to attack her forces. The combined armies of Tamriel only succeeded in putting a temporary dent in her army.

      The Ebony blade, having taken so many lives, began to mess with her head. Svana suffered from massive post traumatic stress disorder, which worsened into insanity and depression...

      Svana had awoken from her dark dreams, but her nighmare would never be over. Dressing herself, she left her room, only to see every Volkihar vampire that she had created dead. A singular Breton man stood in the middle of the hall, clad in a full set of daedric plate, except it was gold and blue. He wielded a pair of dawnbreakers, each a solid sword of light.

      Svana understood. Of course, people of the original court would seek revenge. Perhaps they would align themselves with other daedra. The man was none other than an anomaly that should not exist, but he did. He was born from the union of Serana and a being from another time continum, a child that came to be by dragon break. A third vampire, third auroran and third mortal, the man had come to take her soul.

      The power of the ebony blade was pitted against that of the otherworldly daedric warrior, equalizing the fight. Svana blew the entire castle sky high with her magic, turning the isle into a level plain, alll burned and blackened. She celebrated her victory, before realising the dawnbreaker sticking through her chest, a voice behind her saying "Revenge is something that cannot be stopped."

      And thus marked the end of Svana's dark reign as Lady of the Volkihar clan, as the temporary ruler of Skyrim. The lands of Skyrim were broken as they were. Rebuilding would take long.

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    • I guess I can tell the epilogue of my Vampire Jack-of-all-trades. (This is started from Live another Life btw. :P )

      Griever. The name has been stuck with the Breton for years. She really didn't remember how long it has been since she was infected and turned into a vampire at the age of 20. She was a unique vampire; The sunlight posed no threat to her, she retained her original appearance except for the eyes. But she was considered weak due to her unable to use any of the powers normal vampires possess.

      Much has happened since. She was the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, and helped the Imperials and the Stormcloaks agree to a permanent truce that turns them into an alliance, yet something was bothering her. She considered Mundus too 'bland' for her tastes. She wanted to learn more about Oblivion and gain power in hopes of creating her own paradise.

      Eventually, she turned into the person who kept forbidden secrets; Hermaeus Mora. Mora eventually grants her desires, but with one exchange; A champion that will take Griever's place.

      Seeing this as her golden opportunity for a paradise, Griever offers a man named the Ebony Warrior after enthralling the corpse with incredibly powerful necromancy. Mora is pleased and upholds the end of his bargain.

      With the knowledge at hand, Griever pooled all her resources into creating her pocket realm of Paradise and sealing herself away permanently within the realm for some unknown purpose.

      Her fate thereafter remains a mystery.

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    • Bit of a long one with some backstory...

      My character Amulius Aurelius (Imperial) was born during the final year of the Great War and lost his father to the Aldmeri Dominions forces and his mother not too long after. He was raised by an uncle until 16 when he struck out on his own as a rookie adventurer and explorer. His travels took him to Skyrim where in a twist of fate he was captured and sentenced for execution at Helgen (26 years old). In Skyrim he did everything. He restored the Thieves Guild because as an adventurer at heart he sought initially to deny his destiny as Dragonborn and find his fortune, but as he accepted reality he defeated Alduin, became leader of the Companions, Archmage of the College of Winterhold and Listener of the Dark Brotherhood. He killed Emperor Titus Mede II despite siding with the Imperial Legion, with a heavy heart. At the time he had blamed Mede for not finishing the war which had claimed him of his family and so was open to a stronger Emperor taking his place but in the end felt a terrible shame for commiting the deed and severed ties with the Brotherhood. He then raised a family with Sylgja of Shors Stone, however could not give up his adventuring ways and never remained still for long despite the affection for his family. He was briefly a werewolf but sought a cure and sided with the Dawnguard against Harkon, forming a close bond with Serana. His final act in the game was to defeat Miraak.

      After this Amulius Aurelius continued to endeavour to make Skyrim a better place. Sometimes he would adventure alone, other times with Serana or in later life his own children who grew up to be capable adventurers in their own right. He always kept one eye on the situation in his homeland of Cyrodiil however waiting for a time when hostilies would resume with the Thalmor and he could help the Empire fight for its very survival. If this happened in his lifetime then he fought in this event and perished regardless of the outcome. If not, then he eventually settled with his family, his wife, his special companion and close friend Serana and lived a happy life until his death.

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    • all you guys write textwalls, and i write a few sentences :P

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    • The darkness was coming. All of the Aedra could feel it. The coming doom. The voices of the greybeards had fallen silent. Nirn was covered in stormclouds. Even old Tiber Septim on his throne of Gold and Steel was afraid. (Made up he doesnt actually have a throne of gold or steel. Or if he does no-one actually knows about it.) Only The last dragonborn was not afraid. He had waited for this moment. His Nordic battleaxe, Alduins Bane was at the ready. He knew that something was coming. If it was Alduin he could not tell. He began consulting the Elder Scrolls looking for a clue to what was happening. All he could find was that they only vaguely pointed to go to the moth priests. And so he went. On arriving in cyrodiil he was approached by a battalion of the emperors most trusted men. He asked them how they came to find him if there was no emperor. He had a vision they said. The other elder scroll. They gave it to him. The last dragonborn read it. It was about the dwemer! They had been banished to an alternate reality where nothing was real and everything existed. But they had conquered the laws of this place and built for themselves great cities of brass and gold. And now they were trying to find a way back. After that it got a bit vague. Five heroes of tamriel must unite to fight the oncoming darkness. The last great battle of the era's was to be fought. An Aedra would die, Reality would cease to function, the oblivion gates would be opened once again and the very throat of the world would be slit. Reading this the last dragonborn set out to gather all the information on the dwemer as he could and wait for their imminent return. He was already mildly interested in dwemer technology and artifacts and so no-one suspected that he was secretly preparing an army to fight the dwemer. Faendal his right hand man was the official recruitment officer and the last dragoborn gathered more knowledge about the prophecy. He learnt that the throat of the world was a point that held all of nirn together. Because of the dragonbreak it was vunerbale to 'incursions' by other being e.g Daedra. If it was destroyed the results would be disastrous.

      Part 2 coming later!

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    • do you guys copy and paste this, or are your fingies broken from all this typing...

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    • Deadpool710 wrote:
      do you guys copy and paste this, or are your fingies broken from all this typing...

      On mine about Jessari, I typed all of that in one go. Also, made a small mistake, due to it being written at 4:30 am. Epilogue, not prologue. >___<

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    • (I write fantasy and sci fi to practice my writing. My fingers do not break from typing XD)

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    • its one thing if you write this out beforehand, but i wouldnt be patient enough to type it all out in the box thingie, or even go into this much detail XD

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    • This is probably my favorite end story for one of my characters. I've had others, but this one is most interesting: 


      Emma Fairchild never slew Alduin. Nor did she defeat Miraak. Of those two, only the latter proved a critical mistake. 

      Her work with the Shadow of Azura had been going well. Operations met with great success throughout all the holds of Skyrim, the dragons fell in great numbers around her, and the Shadow's allies were revitalized with enhanced influence and territories. Perhaps, the sentiment was, Skyrim could be a stable land once again.

      Alas, it was not to be. 

      Emma was the linchpin of the Shadow of Azura. It was she who had survived the Thalmor spies purging their stronghold in Morrowind, it was she who had crossed the border into Skyrim to start anew, and it was she who had picked up the shattered pieces of a great power to bring glory and light to a war-torn country. The members of the SoA, whether new or old, looked to her as a hero, a guardian, and a leader. Perhaps that might have ended well had she been a stronger warrior. 

      To say that she was weak couldn't be further from the truth. Emma Fairchild was a great swordsman, a powerful conjurer, and an astute diplomat. However, she was first and foremost the group's Historian-Artificer. Fighting dragons, while not unimportant, held less esteem to her than the retrieval and restoration of ancient artifacts and technology. And so it was that, while she and her crews delved into Dwemer, Snow elven, and ancient nordic ruins in search of old power, their enemies were growing ever stronger.

      Miraak's first interdiction went all but unnoticed. The silly cultists from Solsthiem were easily dispatched and the SoA considered the matter closed. In truth, Miraak had taken notice of their success, and quickly began work to terminate this rival group. In the end, with no one to stall or stop his efforts, Miraak was able to defeat Alduin, not Emma. But he would not slay the world eater. No, he bent the great dragon's will to his, and in doing so seized control of every dragon known to Nirn. His army became unstoppable, and soon all of Skyrim, all of Tamriel fell to this might. 

      All hope was not yet lost for Emma and her allies, however. Gathering what strength they had left, the Shadow of Azura sought refuge with the Dark Brotherhood. In this sanctuary, Sithis and the Night Mother could keep them from Miraak's wrath.

      Or rather, he would have, were it not for the contracts taken out on several of their number. The Dark Brotherhood welcomed these men and women into their sanctuary with the intent to slit their throats in their sleep, loyal to their dark master even in the end times. This attack spawned violence and strife within the sanctuary, and a slaughter began as the Shadow and the Brotherhood waged a brutal war in close quarters. 

      There was one last way to survive. The Vampire Serana, before her death at the scouring of Markarth, had left the Shadow with two Elder Scrolls. Combined with the third scroll retrieved from the depths of Blackreach, the Shadow had a potent magical force at their disposal. To destroy the dragons was still far beyond their capabilities and knowledge of the scrolls, but they could "reset" the flow of time, warping Emma back to a point before anything went wrong. As the battle raged within the sanctuary, she gathered the scrolls in Cicero's old room, bid her allies protect that corner until the end, and invoked the power of the scrolls to leap back in time. 

      And so it came to pass that Emma Fairchild seemed to die in one world, while spontaneously appearing in another. This "new" individual had no memory of her history in the old world, and found herself in a very different life with no awareness of why she was there or what was yet to come. 


      (TL;DR I got bored of one save but liked the character, so started a new game with her again using Live Another Life and RaceMenu's save presets)

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    • Mine

      Leumas went back to Proudspire Manor, but still uses the areas of Bleak Falls Barrow, Nchuand Zel, Althand,  Helgen Keep, and many other dungeons as secondary homes/bases.  When he returned to Tamriel from Sovngarde, everyone regards him as a hero.  He now works as a hero, blacksmith for Markiplier to find, and overall helper in Skyrim, while being rich, and donating money to those who need it.  As for going into combat, he uses the armor he wore to defeat Alduin:  Ebony Helmet and chestplate, Dragonscale Gauntlets, and a set of Dwarven Boots.  He used a Dwarven Greatsword to defeat Alduin.

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    • I have twelve characters, so I'll make separate posts, and will try to not write text walls.

      Orc 1: Ezio Auditore da Firenze, after defeating Alduin, Harkon, Miraak, and becoming a vampire lord, marrying Ghorza gro-Bagol and adopting two children, collected all the artifacts of the daedric princes, most of which were returned to the daedric princes or sealed away by his great-grandfather, the HoK shortly before his death and ascension to Daedric prince in 4e 23. After he collected all artifacts, a portal appeared and HoK appeared, an Orc that wore Sheagorath's regalia, staff of madness, and the diadem of euphoria (crown that Hadon in SI wears.) The HoK leads him through the portal and shows them an enourmous library that contained books that could allow the reader to magically experience the lives of their ancestors. The Hok gave them a tattered book titled "Oblivion" and they experienced the life of the HoK. He then created his own book, titled "Skyrim" and hid it in a secret vault in lakeview manor*.

      Following in his great-grandfather's footsteps, he lead the Dark Brotherhood in an age of glory in the last 19 years of his life that followed Miraak's defeat.

      In 4e 207, the only biological child he would ever have with his wife, was born.

      In 4e 220, he visited Paarthy on the throat of the world. They discussed a legendary dragon that was attempting to usurp leadership of the dragons and threatened to lead another dragon assault against Skyrim. At that moment, the legendary dragon approached, and attacked. Paarthurnax engaged the dragon, with Ezio assisting from below. However, the dragon proved too strong, and Paarthurnax was on the mountain, near death.

      Ezio knew what he had to do. He scaled the cliff to the very highest point, threw down his signature iron helmet(i always make him wear that helmet) and used whirlwind sprint to launch off the cliff. As he fell, he struck the dragon in the neck, dragging it down with him, saving Paarthy. He fell from the throat of the world with the dragon, and ended up landing outside Ivarstead, where he was buried.

      Decades, possibly centuries after his death, his decendants discover the vault in lakeview manor*. 

      • Occured for each and every character. Though the library thing only happens to Orc 1, who is my canon dragonborn. 
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    • Forgot to mention he had an afair with Serana and Freja, impregnating them with one child each.

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    • Meike, or  'Stormblade' as she would become known as, fulfilled the wishes of her brother Ales, murdered by Imperials en route to Skyrim, and helped Ulfric drive out the Empire. She restablished the Blades, always fearing the return of Alduin in a time where she alone would not be strong enough to defeat him alone. 

      Upon hearing of the trouble in her homeland of Solstheim, Meike returned to defeat Miraak and save her kin, while having the burden of revealing her brother's fate to her parents. She returned to Skyrim and began her settled life there.

      She married Vorstagg, a mercenary who had helped her through both the Dragon Crisis and Miraak's uprising and together have two children, Alesan and Sofie.

      She currently resides in Proudspire Manor in Solitude with her family, and uses her battle prowess to clear out bandit clans and destroy any threat to the newly-independant Skyrim.

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    • Mine.

      Dracoruss the Argonian stood on The Throat of the World, looking down at the ground. His four companions stood beside him. One of them was a red dragon, with fire so strong it could destroy more than ten Frost Trolls in one blast. The other was a pitch-black horse, snorting and stamping its feet. The third was a dog, but unlike the others, this one bore a striking resemblance to a wolf, with leather armor. The last was another Argonian, but green instead of red.

      A few years ago, this Argonian was a fire dragon living in a separate dimension. However, his friend's technology had caused him to become stuck in this dimension.

      The Argonian's armor and weapons were made completely out of dragon scales and bone, quite ironic due to his actual heritage. He had expirenced defeat. He had expirenced victory. All these emotions flowed through his blood. He thought about he had helped his friend Malborn escape home. He thought about he was unable to save Roggvir. He thought about how he had become Stormblade, liberating Skyrim. He thought about how he had defeated the serial killer Khajiit. He thought about how he had saved Nirn many times. However, something felt wrong.

      Alduin the World Eater had been slain. Harkon was nothing but a pile of dust. Miraak had been reduced to a skeleton. 

      But it still felt wrong.

      His archenemies were all dead. Why did he have this feeling? What danger was still out there? 

      An Ancient Dragon flew past them. It was headed toward the direction of his house, Lakeview Manor.

      He needed to protect his wife. His kids. His crab and Meeko. His bard. His steward.

      Dracoruss climbed on the red dragon's neck.

      "Attack that Ancient Dragon, Odahviing."

      "As you wish, Thuri." Odahviing smiled.

      The two took to the skies. Derkeethus mounted Boga and headed down the mountain as well, with Sceolang trailing behind.

      His work was never going to be finished.

      And that's what he wanted to hear.

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    • The Epilogue of Tovosh the Last Dragonborn V2:

      After defeating Harkon and Miraak, Tovosh built a house near Falkreath where he bought a land from the Jarl. He had his daughter, Runa moved there and hired Ghorbash the Iron Hand as his steward and ordered him to buy a Bard, A cow, chickens and a horse. Usually he would go to Jorrvaskr in Whiterun as he was Harbinger of the Companions. He would drink and eat with the others and tell amazing tales about Cyrodil and the Oblivion Crisis. One day though, when he went to visit Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, soldiers from an unknown crusade attacked Dragonsreach, Tovosh and the Whiterun Guards killed all the invaders but at a GREAT cost: Jarl Balgruuf was killed by this mysterious crusade. And so, Tovosh got Irileth and commanded a group of Whiterun Guards to march to the stronghold of this crusade, who were known as The Scarlet Crusade, descendants of the Silver Hand, only the Scarlet Crusade didn't target Werewolves, but everyone! Before he left for the stronghold, he asked for help from General Tullius of the Imperial Legion who agreed to help attack the Scarlet Monastery. They ambushed the Monastery and killed everyone in sight, including corrupted citizens. In the end they killed the High Inquisitor. Tovosh cremated Balgruuf's corpse and appointed Vignar Gray-Mane as the Jarl of Whiterun.

      One day, at his house at Lakeview Manor, Tovosh recieved a letter from Serana who wanted to meet him at Castle Volikhar. Tovosh travelled there and found Serana, asking him if he could cure her of Vampirism. Tovosh took Serana to Morthal and Falion, a master Wizard who studied Vampirism cured her after being given a Black Soul Gem. Tovosh allowed her to stay with him in his home. He then went to Riverwood to visit Hadvar and Alvor until a great Dragon attacked obliterated the entire village, Tovosh managed to defeat the Dragon but Alvor was killed in the process. Hadvar survived and resigned from the Legion to look after Alvor's daughter, Dorthe instead of her going to Honorhall Orphanage. Ralof, a Stormcloak survivor from Helgen stayed in Riverwood too.

      The Greybeards succumbed to their great age and on that day, the entire Tamriel and Skyrim mourned the loss of the great teachers of the Thu'um. High Hrothgar was abandoned and no one would go in there in thousands of years. Paarthunax was not killed by Tovosh as he was ordered to by Delphine and Esebrn of the Blades. Instead, Tovosh saw that Delphine was nothing but a liar about the Blades, her Blades were not the ones he remembered with Jauffree, Baurus and others. Tovosh did the right thing and killed Delphine in a dramatic battle which shook the Temple. He then forged a new organization of Blades and recruited many who were interested in joining. He then led them against the Thalmor in a devastatng attack on the Embassy where this time, The Blades were triumphant! Tovosh resigned as Grandmaster and appointed another to take his place.

      Tovosh then remembered his past, that he knew he was there, helping Martin Septim defeat Mehrunes Dagon as he was the Hero of Kvatch. Some people believed that he became Sheogorath but that was just his demon that took the mantle. He thought perhaps it was time to find out why he vanished after defeating the Divine Crusader and appearing just to be captured by the Legion. Tovosh got older, and still wondered who he really was. Over the years, his daughter got older, and so did he except for Serana. He thought perhaps it was time to go home...to Cyrodil. And so his family packed their bags and Tovosh called for Odhaviing to ride them to Cyrodil for Tovosh's past to be discovered. For he is Tovosh, Harbinger of the Companions, Ex-Grandmaster of the Blades, The Last Dragonborn, the Hero of Kvatch...

      Dovahkiin....

      This is the updated epilogue that I posted a few weeks ago. :)

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    • Tovorok wrote:
      The Epilogue of Tovosh the Last Dragonborn V2:

      After defeating Harkon and Miraak, Tovosh built a house near Falkreath where he bought a land from the Jarl...

      I like it, but I noticed a few flaws.

      Most of those characters killed were essential. Delphine, Balgruuf, the Greybeards, etc. If there were no essential characters, I would have killed Maven Black-Briar a long time ago.

      The Hero of Kvatch is not the Dragonborn. In fact, there's a theory that The Hero of Kvatch is actually Sheogorath, who the Dragonborn meets.

      In order to appoint Vignar as Jarl, the Dragonborn would have to be the High King or a high war rank, such as Ulfric Stormcloak. I don't think you can achieve that position in-game.

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    • I know that. But this is my lore. So its what MY Dragonborn did. :)

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    • I prefer to go by the gaming law. It helps, after all, since my Odahviing is immortal.

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    • Thats cool. But I prefer doing by Lore. No hard feelings, right? :)

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    • No hard feelings at all. I'm fine as long as you don't make your character a Stu. An example of a Stu is:

      Harbinger of Companions, Leader of ALL Dark Brotherhood Sanctuaries, Emperor, High King of Skyrim, Dragonborn, Nerevarine, Hero of Kvatch, all in one being.

      As long as you're not that, no hard feelings at all.

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    • Great :)

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    • Name: Denzil Jak

      Gender: male

      Race: Breton

      After defeating miraak, a strange elven figure walked towards Denzil in the distance. It was the champion of cyrodiil from the oblivion crisis, Tsoomar. As a high elf, he lived longer than humans, and he survived the great war. Tsoomar explained to Denzil that there was another alduin's wall in Morrowind that foretold the future of the Dragonborn. Denzil was a powerful ally to tamriel, but he could no longer live. Fifty years from that point in time, the Dragonborn would 'implode', releasing a massive burst of energy that would shatter nirn's space-time, resulting in a 'hole' between Oblivion and Nirn. Subsequently, there would be a never ending war between these dimensions. There was a fierce battle between Tsoomar and Denzil, but Denzil won. As a last attempt, Tsoomar called akatosh for a dragonbreak, akatosh acted quickly, splitting the timelines in a massive temporal roar. Tamriel would continue as normal, but the Dragonborn would be trapped in a realm of never ending war with Oblivion for the rest of eternity. 

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    • Name: Kmok'oth

      Gender: Male

      Race: Daedric Prince *I downloaded a mod which allows me to be one*


      Story:

      Kmok'oth, a young Daedric Prince, didn't want to die by the end of the world, so he defeated Alduin The World Eater, and continued on with his life. A few months later, he walked up to Ulfric Stormcloak, killed him and his best friend, Galmar. After that, he walked up to Elisif, killed her and ran away. By all rights, he should become High King. So he did. After he threatened the Moot, of course. He created an entire army, all soldiers being evil. This is when Skyrim's fall began. He forced all guards of Whiterun to resign their job as a Whiterun guard, beheaded Jarl Balgruuf/Jarl Vignar *whichever you like*, and took a few of his soldiers to become guards of Whiterun. Then, he forced all citizens, even the CHILDREN, to mine for gold, never seeing the sun again. He enslaved all the citizens of Whiterun. This has enraged the many other Jarls of villages and cities, so they started rebelling against the High King. A huge mistake of theirs. Many sieges were put on Whiterun, the place where Kmok'oth's throne is. All of them had failed, however. As punishment, he enslaved the Jarls too, having a squad of guards torture them each day. Many heroes from other provinces have come, just so they could be buried alive in Skyrim. All the other provinces had no Jarls, leaving the guards to be free. Some of them fled Skyrim, hid somewhere from Kmok'oth, and some even joined his forces. However, Kmok'oth did not care about the cities having no Jarls, he just wanted to take them. So he did. He enslaved most of them, took all the septims from poor families and forced them to leave Skyrim, and even executed some families. He just watched as the kids watched in horror how their parents became beheaded. And he laughed. He enjoyed this. He enjoyed everything he has done, not regretting a single thing. The children that had no parents anymore, were forced to join his forces. After a year, he had realized that there are no other cities or villages to force his domination on. He had decided that the life of High King of Skyrim was boring, since there were no villagers to kill, enslave or drive into orphanage. So, he decided to do something else. He wanted to get a much higher goal. He wanted to become the High King of Tamriel. Next target: Hammerfell

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    • 83.86.86.22 wrote:
      Name: Kmok'oth

      Gender: Male...

      This character is horribly made. He is nothing more than an Anti-Sue, Jerk-Sue, GodMode-Sue, and Black-Hole Sue combined. 

      He effortlessly defeated all the Stormcloaks and Imperial Legion. He murdered Ulfric, Galmar, and Elisif. He became High King by threating the Moot. He abused children and forced them to join his forces.

      See how much of a sadistic bastard he is? He enjoys watching children cry as their parents are executed for no reason. Not to mention, who would WANT to join his "evil army"? No one. His infamy would have spread, and no one would like him. In fact, there would be a revolution, but he would effortlessly defeat them all, wouldn't he?

      And "by all rights"? No. No one would want this sick sick murderer as their High King.

      I suggest serious character development. Even if he is a villain, this breaks all belief and logic, even if it's in a fantasy game. In Skyrim, you don't see horses fall from the sky and start singing the Troll song. No, because that is illogical.

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    • I agree, thats just horrible. Your character is a sick person. Mine for example is like Thrall from WoW.

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    • Ok, let's just ignore that post. OK? Don't post off topic just for the sake of making a point.

      The AWC ain's coming back anyway

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    • This is the OP here. Gotta say I'm really impressed with what you guys have come up with, made me want to elaborate on and update my character, what happened to the guilds, etc. Name: Arnskar Veilblade, the Last Dragonborn

      Titles: Harbinger of the Companions, Archmage of the College of Winterhold, Master of the Theives Guild, Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, Thane of the Nine Holds, Skaal-friend, Champion of the Dawnguard.

      Arnskar Veilblade had slain Harkon the Vampire Lord, Miraak the First Dragonborn and finally Alduin the World Eater. And while the people of Skyrim knew peace, the Greybeards feared that the threat of Alduin remained. The soul of Alduin had not been absorbed by Arnskar and they feared that he might return to fulfill his prophesy to end the world. For now though, the people of Skyrim could sleep well again, knowing that the Last Dragonborn had saved them. In the meantime he would hunt down the remaining dragons loyal to Alduin until the only ones remaining were those loyal to Paarthunax and the Way of the Voice.

      The wealth he had earned throughout his extensive travels he put towards lavish houses in each of the holds, and though he stayed in them when he travelled to the cities, he left them in the care of his housecarls and their families to live in comfort as a reward for defending him and everything he owned.

      Arnskar himself lived peacefully in Lakeview Manor with his wife Ysolda. As a collector of armour and weapons, the pieces and relics he collected during his travels were housed here, but the Daedric artifacts were buried underneath the shrines of the Divines, hoping their protection would stop the Daedra's influence in the immidiate future. One evening when returning home, Rayya his housecarl was fighting off some bandits. Once they were killed a note was found saying Ysolda had been kidnapped and taken to a mine. Without question he went to rescue her. After fighting off bandits he found her terrified and bound but unharmed. However it was late at night and she possessed a fear of the dark, meaning they couldn't go home that night. They found a bed within the mine where the bandits once slept. Arnskar held her in his arms in an attempt to comfort her, she eventually relaxed, kissed him and they made love under the light of the moon. This was the night where Ysolda would bare their first son.

      Serana, Arnskar's closest friend, had returned to Castle Volkihar and began to rebuild her relationship with her mother by bringing the castle back to a form of beauty and grandure, beginning with the garden that Harkon destroyed centuries beforehand. Arnskar would make frequent visits to help repair the castle until it was done. During this time, Serana cured herself of the vampire blood, a choice that Valerica came to accept but never chose herself. Arnskar and Ysolda would continue to visit her but would do so less after their son, Eindarth, was born.

      The Civil War had ended before Arnskar's destiny as Dragonborn was fully realized. He had joined the Imperial Legion, as he felt it in Skyrim's best interest to maintain strong ties to the rest of Tamriel. A lone country would be easily crushed as opposed to a united Empire if the Aldmeri Dominion were to attack. After the Civil War, Ulfric Stormcloak was buried with full Nordic honours and Arnskar retired from the Legion to pursue the Greybeard's summons. However, he and the rest of the loyal Nords successfully appealed to the reinstatement of the worship of Talos in Skyrim.

      The Companions remained the only fighting force in Skyrim. They would go and protect the people and under Arnskar's leadership the group thrived. After the death to Eorlund Gray-Mane, his son Thorald took over as blacksmith of the Skyforge.

      The Nords of Skyrim looked at the College of Winterhold in a better light after removing all Thalmor influence. Arnskar had ordered the Mages to help repair the delapidated city to it's former state before the collapse. He would eventually hand over control of the College to Mirabelle.

      The Theives Guild was rebuilt but not as a crime centred organisation. It would be a place where people would come for loans and only if the loans weren't repaid would members steal from their clients. Anyone caught cheating the people would be excommunicated from the guild.

      The Dark Brotherhood also went through a change. Whilst the assassin's slept, Arnskar took the Night Mother back to the Falkreach Sanctuary and burnt the corpse. No longer would the Brotherhood take any contract, but only those who had done enough to deserve death.

      Frea remained in Solthsiem to lead the Skaal as Shaman. They took all the dragon bones into the Temple of Miraak and destroyed the temple, leaving it in ruins. Raven Rock continued to prosper due to the reopening or the mine and trade with the Empire.

      Fort Dawguard became the new home for the Vigilent of Stendarr, helping them fight off Daedra worship and vampirism. Occasionally they would attack Castle Volkihar but to no avail.

      With his destiny completed and new son growing, he resigned to his home and family, gaining work as a logger and blacksmith, occasionally going back to his hunting roots to feed his family. However, his peace would not last as Ysolda would die of age at 86 years. That same year, Eindarth, whilst fighting with the Empire, was captured and executed by the Thalmor. But he did not go after them, only that they send his remains home to be buried "lest they feel the wrath of the mighty Dragonborn". They agreed and his body was buried with his mother. A full funeral was held at a newly build tomb at the seat of the Throat of the World with all Arnskar's friends attending. It was at this point he noticed Serana, still looking as young and as beautiful as she did when they first met. It turned out that being one of the first vampires, she had been infected so long that some of the side effects remained.

      As well as this, Arnskar also refused to age. Despite attaining great age he looked no older than a man of 30. He had considered that some form of vampirism had taken him but the sun did not effect him in any way, nor did he thirst for blood. After days of research with Serana in the Arcainium in the College of Winterhold, he discovered the answer in the chronicles of his own adventures. During his travels on Solthsiem, he knew that Miraak the First Dragonborn, a dragon priest, was not undead like the others. He was still very much alive, and not by Hermaous Mora's intervention. It was the vast number of dragon souls he had devoured throughout the years. As well as earning the dragon's knowledge of the shouts, a Dragonborn would also absorb it's lifeforce which meant the number of years it had lived would pass onto the Dragonborn. Arnskar knew that throughout his dragon hunting and the souls he had absorbed, he potentially had millions of years of life left in him.

      With this knowledge he returned to his home, inviting Serana to come live with him. The years were not kind to him, as the many friends he made died, the Greybeards had died, even the great Paarthunax had succumbed to his great age. As the years went on Arnskar grew to dispair as his gift had become his curse. One day he could bare it no more. Took a knife from his armoury and walked to the base of the 7,000 Steps where the tomb of his wife and son lay. He walked inside and stood between his wife's and son's caskets. He knelt down and placed the knife against his neck, preparing to cut it and end his life.

      He felt hesitant, tensed up ready to slice, and suddenly felt a soft, cold touch against his hand. It was the spirit of his wife, Ysolda, returned from Sovngarde to give him comfort and new purpose. She disappeared with the knife just as Serana knelt next to him, who had followed him and witnessed everything. Together they both made a final choice.

      They walked the long journey up to High Hrothgar and, with several discrete business deals and deliveries, built a comfortable home at the peak of the mountain. They continue to live there as friends and bed partners, awaiting the potential appearance of a new Dragonborn and the return of the World Eater.

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    • Oh, that was beautiful!

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    • 217.43.215.186 wrote:
      This is the OP here. Gotta say I'm really impressed with what you guys have come up with, made me want to elaborate on and update my character, what happened to the guilds, etc...

      Paarthurnaax is immune to the effects of age. He's a dragon.

      And how did his wife and son die?

      Miraak remaining alive due to that is simply an excuse to make your character immortal.

      If he burned the Night Mother, that would dishonor the Dark Brotherhood, and he would most likely be rebelled against and killed.

      Thorald Gray-Mane joins the Stormcloaks if you release him, and if you join the Legion, he is most likely to be killed.

      And also, making love in the moonlight.... No offense, but it sounds like something out of My Inner Life, except without the horrible details.

      Try to fix these sections, and I'll tell you how you did.

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:

      Paarthurnaax is immune to the effects of age. He's a dragon...

      Okie Dokie

      1. I was tempted to write that Arnskar killed Paarthurnaax after he'd learnt everything he could from the Greybeards but felt that would be against his character. I wouldve thought that living so long some muscle deterioration would take place. When you meet him he's already pretty ragged especially around the wings. I suppose through that I would think that either Paarthurnaax would waste away especially the secluded way he lives without moving too much. However with the dragon soul potentially making him immortal as you claim, combining that with my theory I could assume that Paarthurnaax would have been too weak to carry on living and would have requested Arnskar to mercifully end his life and carry on his work to teach the Way of the Voice.

      2. Go back to reading my post and you will see that Ysolda died of old age, and their son Eindarth was captured, tortured and killed by the Thalmor.

      3. The Greybeards say very early on in the game that upon killing a dragon a Dragonborn absorbs their knowledge of shouts and their lifeforce. The lifeforce part could be open to interpritation but through my interpritation of the word, that word means the life they lived and would have lived. Through this and my plot point that dragons (except Alduin and Durnehviir) are not immortal, just have incredibly long lives, Miraak prolonged his life through the slaughter of dragons and the absorbtion of their souls, hence being alive as opposed to undead like the other dragon priests.

      4. Characters within the Dark Brotherhood like Astrid (the former leader I might add) aren't particularly fond of the Night Mother and it would be safe to assume that other member who joined since think the same way. And as no-one hears her orders except the Listener, they might assume it as supertitious nonsense. Arnskar, being the honourable, yet controvertial character I made him, would have decided that every person who ordered a hit on the poor old man who accidentally spent their coffee on them don't deserve having their voices heard. Only those who have wronged the client in the worst way would be killed. Arnskar probably wouldn't have coped with having the Night Mother in his ear constantly so he took the evil back to where it should have died. Any insurgents would have been kicked out or killed but some wouldve remained faithful to their leader and remained "family" as they called themselves, like the time when Astrid was leader before the Night Mother arrived in Skyrim. The only difference now being they would be more thoughtful about their targets.

      5. Good point. While no friend of the Thalmor, Arnskar is still on the side of the Empire and an enemy of the Stormcloaks and Thorald. I would like to assume though that Thorald was freed from Thalmor custody after the Civil Wars end and went off with his brother to fight the Thalmor as opposed to the Empire. With my assumption he would've survived to retirement he would've taken over his fathers position at the Skyforge.

      6. Thought after all the blood and killing Arnskar's been through he needs some cheesy romance in his life :P

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    • S'hawn, the Khajiit spent his early years in Skyrim gaining as much power as he could, even attaining the rank of Konahrik of Skyrim, after gaining Listener of the DB, Thieves' Guild Master, Arch-Mage, Skaal-friend, Blood-kin, Stormblade, Harbinger, and Thane of Skyrim.

      While the moot WANTED S'hawn to be High King, he was happy to let Ulfric take the the throne, while the Khajiit remained in Heljarchen Hall, doing research on how to reverse the Great Collapse and trying to create a special trio of Dragon Priest Masks based on the magic in the Guardian Stones, made out of the same materials as the Ruby, Sapphire, and Emerald Claws. During his studies, he published a journal of his adventures (giving a first edition copy to Hermaeus Mora in exchange for being released as a Champion of The Lord of Hidden Knowledge.

      When S'hawn died, he was buried in a cave he Bend Will-Shouted into the TOTW near Riverwood. The three masks he made where donated to facilities all across Skyrim. Kendov the Warrior is on a bust in Jorvaskr, Lahzey the Mage is in the Arcaneum above the Elder Scroll display case, while Tafiir the Thief is in the center of the Ragged Flagon Cistern.

      However, S'hawn had a secret. His Dragon Soul was actually two, the second with its own personality. S'hawn was unaware of this fact until his first trip into the Soul Cairn. This second soul had a name: Faanjerkrein (Eastern Sun Scout [who is IRL my previous Dragonborn Hyperion]), and remained behind, possessing a suit of Dragonplate armor powered by a black soul gem, in his Hall to guard the vault underneath that contains his most prized possessions, including two enchanted amulets (one from his mother increased alchemical skill, the other from his father increased two-handed weapon skills) that were given to him by his parents in Eleswyr.

      In Sovengarde, before crossing the whale bone bridge for a second time, he gave each Daedric Lord a Dragon Soul which he had stored up for that explicit purpose so as not to waste time serving in their courts.

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    • 217.43.215.186 wrote:

      DrGodzilla120 wrote:

      Paarthurnaax is immune to the effects of age. He's a dragon....

      Okie Dokie

      1. I was tempted to write that Arnskar killed Paarthurnaax after he'd learnt everything he could from the...

      1. If you completed the quest Alduin's Bane, you can see Paarthurnaax is still powerful enough to battle his older brother, the World Eater. And he also says he avoided learning Dragonrend because it forced a dragon to understand mortality. Paarthurnaax is still a dragon. Like the rest, he wants to keep living. I doubt he would ask someone to kill him like that.

      2. Kay.

      3. You yourself stated that Miraak was kept alive by Hermaeus Mora, not the amount of Dragon Souls. The Souls are only to increase your knowledge on the shouts.

      4. I don't like what you're doing. Your character basically became the leader of both the Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves Guild, and turned them "Honorable". Seriously. The Night Mother isn't "evil" like you say, and stealing and killing is the POINT of the two factions. I try to make my character honorable, but he'll kill and steal if he's desperate. 

      5. Read the Thorald Gray-Mane page here. He may appear at the battle for Fort Amol, thus, fighting the Empire.

      6. Okay.

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    • Amen to that last line of number 4. I only only do those quests if I'm broke!

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:

      1. If you completed the quest Alduin's Bane, you can see Paarthurnaax is still powerful enough to battle his older brother, the World Eater. And he also says he avoided learning Dragonrend because it forced a dragon to understand mortality. Paarthurnaax is still a dragon. Like the rest, he wants to keep living. I doubt he would ask someone to kill him like that.

      2. Kay.

      3. You yourself stated that Miraak was kept alive by Hermaeus Mora, not the amount of Dragon Souls. The Souls are only to increase your knowledge on the shouts.

      4. I don't like what you're doing. Your character basically became the leader of both the Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves Guild, and turned them "Honorable". Seriously. The Night Mother isn't "evil" like you say, and stealing and killing is the POINT of the two factions. I try to make my character honorable, but he'll kill and steal if he's desperate. 

      5. Read the Thorald Gray-Mane page here. He may appear at the battle for Fort Amol, thus, fighting the Empire.

      6. Okay.

      1. You make a very prudent point in saying Dragonrend is the only thing that makes dragons experience mortality. There was another ending to this part of the story I had in mind before going to the one I posted. That being Arnskar met Paarthurnax for a final time, talking about the time Paarthurnax said he's always been tempted to return to his inborn nature and that you must never trust any dragon, even him. This thought would have never left his mind and both agreed that for the safety of the land that Paarthurnaax would have to die. He killed the dragon and took his soul. The Greybeard's exiled him and while the Blades were happy about this, Arnskar left them, feeling that they had done their duty in serving the Dragonborn in his destiny.

      3. I say in my story that "Miraak was very much alive, and NOT by Hermeous Mora's intervention". There's few select ways that immortality is achieved in the world, Vampirism being one, theres no reason given ingame that dragon souls, the literal lifeforce of a dragon absorbed by the Dragonborn, could do the same. Theres even evidence in the game, abit very slim evidence, that it could: during your fight with Miraak he absorbs souls from the dragons to heal his wounds, i.e. keep him alive for longer.

      4. Yeah I was probably pushing what I could get away with. The plan main plan of my character in joining these Guilds is to keep them under firm control, making sure they don't go too far with what they do. Hence, he gained their trust by completing the questlines, climbing the ranks and gaining ultimate control, at least in the Skyrim branch. Essentially its the character that's the honourable one, not the Guilds.

      5. I believe this is only during the Stormcloak's side and after he's been freed from the fort. I don't know if the same counts if following the Imperial questline, would have to check that one. However, Stormcloak or not, he's still a Gray-Mane and it would make sense that if Thorald did live that he would take over the Skyforge after Eorlund's death.

      But overall guys, this is how my character would go. The ingame lore, while extensive, can only go so far. The rest is up to interpritation by devoted fans like you and me who build characters and stories like this. This is my interpritation and you all have yours about how this world works.

      And Per Ankh, yeah those quests are great for cash, especially Dark Brotherhood Forever

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    • Amen to that! I just wish that you only got the quest by being in her chamber, instead of her going "Blah blah kill random NPC #XYZ Blah blah" as soon as you walk in.

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    • 217.43.215.186 wrote:
      DrGodzilla120 wrote:

      1. If you completed the quest Alduin's Bane, you can see Paarthurnaax is still powerful enough to battle his...

      1. You make a very prudent point in saying Dragonrend is the only thing that makes dragons experience mortality. There was another ending to this part of the story I had in mind before going to the one I posted. That being...

      1. I see why you ditched that idea.

      3. You make a good point on healing from Dragon Souls. However, it's also stated that Hermaeus Mora teleported Miraak to his dimension when Vahlok was about to kill him, and he's stayed in Apocrypha since. So I assume Herma-Mora has been keeping him alive.

      4. That's actually betrayal, in a way. You gain their trust, and then completely bend the group to your liking. There's nothing "honorable" about betrayal.

      5. If he DID live, that would make sense.  

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    • Wilhelm Iron-Skin, Part 4. Before I start, have any of you actually been giving a shit? Have any of you read all 3 parts thus far?

      So Akatosh then said to his son, "You have done your family a great service by killing your own brother... Alduin... you and Parthurnaax have freed all of my sons from his enslavement. I will give you something only one other Dovah, Hjalti Early-Beard, and no mortals have gotten... the chance to be a God. You have freed the Dov from oppression of Alduin, the minorities of Skyrim from the oppression of Ulfric, and the Empire from the Aldmeri dominion. But there is one task of freedom you have only partially completed..." Wilhelm thought for a moment, then realized what Akatosh was talking about. A friend once said to him, "While I doubt Skyrim will ever truly be rid of vampires, we've certainly won a victory here". He had to finish off vampirism. He had to fight Molag Bal.

      Before leaving him, Akatosh gave Wilhelm what he called "the key to becoming a god". It was an Akaviri Katana that defied the laws of time; rather than dulling with each strike, it sharpened. The first thing he decided to with the weapon was to get it blessed by the Daedra as well as the Aedra. He approached the Madgod once more, saying, "Lord Sheogorath, I ask that you bless thi..." instantly, Sheogorath picked up the weapon and shoved it through his guts. "Thar ya go, ma mortal friend. Wasn't much of a hoot."

      "Uh... you just shoved the thing through your stomach..."

      "Yeah, and I'm gonna shove it through your's if you don't shut yar mouth."

      Wilhelm walked back to the portal with the sword and returned to Cyrodiil for the first time in a decade (time is all screwy on the planes oblivion) and found that his empire, currently being ruled by a late General Tullius and Legate Rikke, had held together in terms of each of the provinces' governments (except Black Marsh, they had been conquered if you didn't already read), but the empire had crushed a Falmer uprising in Skyrim (those gross pieces of shit were now extinct) and Vampires began to run rampant around Tameriel, coincidently enough. He began killing them. He hung up the string of Altmer ears and starting stringing vampire fangs together instead. Arkay and Meridia came to him, both of whom wanted to bless the sword. "Florentius and I think you have done a great job thus far," Arkay said.

      Meridia was also pleased; "It is good to see you are doing as I told you to. Killing undead like hell."

      "Have you two ever considered... doing anything?" Wilhelm asked.

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    • Slipped on an orange peel, broke her neck, and died.

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    • Skyrim doesn't HAVE oranges. They require a tropic-like environment, not tundra.

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    • Roadhouse699 wrote:

      "Uh... you just shoved the thing through your stomach..."

      "Yeah, and I'm gonna shove it through your's if you don't shut yar mouth."

      lol'd

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    • Tehpwner7067 wrote:
      Roadhouse699 wrote:

      "Uh... you just shoved the thing through your stomach..."

      "Yeah, and I'm gonna shove it through your's if you don't shut yar mouth."

      lol'd

      I'm pretty good at making sheogorath lines if I do say so myself.

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    • I know its been awhile since anyone's posted on this thread but I saw it and I really wanted to contribute. So please excuse my late and ludicrously long epilogue for my dragonborn, haha.

      Maric Mede was conceived during the closing days of the Great War, his father was Titus Mede II and his mother a priestess of Akatosh who lived through the sacking of the city. In order to keep her son safe, Maric's mother never told Titus about his birth; only sending him a letter many years later on her deathbed. After his mother had passed away Maric was left alone in the world and began to travel across Tamriel, evening seeing Alinor before making his way to Skyrim, where he attempted to cross the border that changed his life forever...

      Maric Mede would go on to become the Harbinger of the Companions, Archmage of the College of Winterhold, a thief in the Thieves Guild (not Nightingale), destroyer of the Dark Brotherhood, member of the Dawnguard, and a Legate in the Imperial Legion. He slew his equal Miraak in Aporcraphya and prevented his return to Mundus. And when all seemed lost, he slew Alduin in Sovngarde saving mankind. Once Skyrim was truly safe, General Tullius had offered Maric his position as provincial governor as political unrest in Cyrodiil drew him back to the heart of the Empire. However Maric declined, he had enough of adventuring and all he wanted was to live peacefully with his wife Ysolda and his two daughters. But the Thalmor had other plans.

      The Thalmor could not abide the Dragonborn. He had killed countless of their operatives, ended the Dragon Crisis, and despite all their best efforts Maric had (unknowingly so) caused a spike in Talos worship throughout the entire Empire. Many had taken Maric's victory over Alduin as a sign from Talos that things were going to change. Plus, no one could deny the rumors over who Maric's true father was.

      The Thalmor decided to strike Cyrodiil first, with Titus Mede II and his heirs mysteriously dying the Thalmor quickly stepped in placing their puppet emperor on the throne before any inquiries were made. The Thalmor not wasting any time sent an ultimatum to Skyrim demanding that Tullius resign his command and return to Cyrodiil, that Elisef swear fealty to the Aldmerri emperor, and... for Maric Mede's head. Tullius responded by sending the heads of the messengers back to Cyrodiil, thereby declaring war on the Aldmerri Dominion and (with Elisef's blessing) seceded Skyrim from the Empire. Tullius knew Maric was in danger and had to reach him, but he would be too late.

      Maric was teaching his girls spellcasting at his home, Lakeview Manor, when he heard them. A contingent of Thalmor Justiciars appeared at his home demanding he come before them unarmed. Maric obeyed praying that the gods would show his family mercy. They were not so kind. As soon as Maric was separated from his family the Justiciars striked, burning and pillaging his home. Maric fought as many as he could, but after a long fight he was restrained and gagged. A cloaked Thalmor brought his family before him and made Maric watch as he killed his wife and children. As Maric screamed in rage the cloaked figure revealed himself, an old scarred High Elf. He leaned in close and told Maric, "Tell Tullius that Nefarin lives." Maric eyes red with fury, broke free of his bonds but it was too late. Nefarin escaped and his family was still dead.

      Maric awoke days later in Castle Dour with Tullius and Rikke above him. Maric wanted to scream, he wanted to kill, he wanted to disintegrate something. Anything. But all he could do was weep. Tullius placed a hand on his shoulder. He couldn't promise Maric anything to relieve his pain, but he could give him revenge. And revenge is just what Maric would have, the Thalmor would be destroyed utterly for this. Maric swore it. It was on that day that Maric, and Tullius, formed the Rebel Legion.

      Maric first began by rallying his allies he already had in Skyrim to his cause; the College of Winterhold and the Companions were no problem, the Thieves Guild took some more convincing but when Maric promised them that anything they stole from the Thalmor was theirs to keep the Theives Guild officially joined the Rebel Legion. The Jarls of Skyrim fell in with Maric and Tullius due to Queen Elisef, who in the time since the Civil War had become quite the efficient ruler. Her surname was changed from Elisef the Fair to Elisef the Bold. Maric was able to secure a temporary alliance with the Blades, who had forgone their hatred of him due to his unwillingness to slay Paarthurnax.

      The Rebel Legion did not have long before the Empire (now undisputedly under Aldmerri control) responded for their so-called offense. Laying seige to Falkreath, Jarl Siddegur readily abandoned the city but his betrayal came at a cost for him. The Rebel Legion thoroughly routed the Imperial troops, capturing Siddegur and the Puppet Emperor, as he had been called.  Maric slew the Puppet Emperor in a trial by combat and Siddegur was executed by Tullius's command.

      The Rebel Legion's outstanding victory over the Empire/Dominion sent a shockwave throughout Tamriel. No one had seen the Dominion beaten so thoroughly and everyone's perception of the Dominon and for the first time in over a two hundred years, the world stood up to the Dominion.

      Maric and Tullius knew, however, that the Seige of Falkreath was not going to win them a war. Although ties between Hammerfell were almost friendly and House Redoran had agreed to send aid (thanks to Maric's connections on Solstheim), the Rebel Legion still needed allies. But, luckily Maric knew just where to look.

      So Maric climbed the Ten Thousand steps for the first time in years and went to see an old friend. Arngeir did not welcome him, he knew why the Dragonborn had returned. Maric went to see Paarthurnax and convince him to break his peace. After a heated argument it was Odahving who said it, "let us see who's Thu'um is strongest! That is who will lead us!" Maric's heart sank, he looked into the eyes of Paarthurnax and backed away. He couldn't do it, he could not, would not kill a friend and a mentor. Resigned, Maric left the Throat of the World, he never returned.

      The next stage of the war opened up a campaign on two different fronts, in Hammerfell and High Rock. Maric and Tullius were torn, devoting the entire force to one objective MIGHT give a victory, but there was no guarantees. Tullius had decided that the best course of action was to devote the force to High Rock, but Maric felt something tug at him. Duty. Titus Mede II abandonded Hammerfell, Maric would not follow that legacy from his father. Maric had to go to Hammerfell. Tullius threatened to hang him for treason, but there was no stopping him. Maric took a token force of Companions, Mages, Blades, and a few legionnaires he personally trained to Hammerfell to aid the embattered Redguards.

      During the Second Seige of Sentinel the Rebel Legion aided the Redguards, fighting wave after wave of Aldmerri soldiers. It was thanks to the Blades espionage, the mages impressive casting, the combined ferocity of the Redguards and the Companions, and Maric's astute battle strategy that allowed them to survive. On the twelfth day of the seige, the Legion and the Redguards had finally exhausted all of their resources. They were out of food, weapons, and will to carry on. Even Maric was about to lose hope. But then he heard thunder. It became louder and louder, until Maric and his Legion saw death on wings. Paarthurnax and his followers came to lift the  seige crushing the Thalmor armies. The dragons had burned the entire army, leaving only a small party to return to Alinor.

      The Rebel Legion and their new Redguard allies returned to Skyrim triumphant, but their jubilation was short lived. The Rebel Legion had suffered heavy losses in High Rock and General Tullius was slain in battle. The Rebel Legion was at a loss, the Empire's most beloved and accomplished general had been slain. There was a long silence at the command table in Castle Dour until Jarl Balgruuf broke the silence saying, "We lost a good man, yes, but who was it that slew the Puppet Emperor? Who was it that came to the defense of Hammerfell and commanded dragons to lift the siege? And who was it that brought us all together?" He lifted his sword. "The Dragonborn! There's a reason Dragonborn have always been Emperors, and I say we fight to put this one back on the throne!" The applause was deafening. And just like that Maric Mede became the Rebel Emperor, to the Rebel Legion with no True Empire.

      The campaign then traveled to Cyrodiil, which had been reduced to utter anarchy since the death of the Puppet Emperor. Maric made short work of the feuding Counts and did away with the ineffective Elder Council. During this short lull in the War, Maric had made the Empire better than it had been in decades.

      Maric started to have visions while he dreamed, of the great dragon Akatosh. He spoke to Maric in a Shout, but it was a Shout that he could not understand. The Shout sounded like... Alduin.

      The great lull was finally over, the Khajiits from Elsweyr attacked the south of the Empire in force, burning Leyawin to the ground. Maric geared up his Legions to respond but High Rock had been laid seige to again, this time the Thalmor went after Direnni Tower. Maric's Legions were too far spread to hold out. If he split up his Legions in two, all the Thalmor would do is just attack a third target. Despite everything Maric still did not have enough men, it was in his despair that his allies from Redoran reminded him of a faction that had been silent throughout the war.

      The An-Xileel. The ruling faction of Argonia had been silent for the majority of the war and now it was a desparate race between the Empire and the Dominion to bring them into a war that they had vehemently been neutral in. The Thalmor had been cozying up to the Argonians for years, leading them on with fake promises and gurantees of safety in their Dominion. Maric Mede, however, took a different approach. The new Dragonborn Emperor, first of his line with no heirs, in a room full of Thalmor who were eager to kill him, and spoke the truth to An-Xileel. Ever the diplomat, it was clear that Maric was winning over the Argonians the Thalmor agents striked and attempted to assassinate the Emperor Maric Mede and the An-Xileel. The Thalmor agents were overcome but at great cost; the Thalmor's contigency plan was to burn the Hist trees, and they suceeded burning many of the Hist.

      The Argonians now enraged fully committed themselves to Maric's cause and helped the Imperial Legion push back the Khajiit back into Elseweyr.

      With the dreams of Akatosh and Alduin still plaguing Maric, the Emperor attempted to reach out to the Thalmor. While attempts to reach the Thalmor only ended in death, Valenwood officially seceded from the Dominion under the promise of protection from the Empire. With Valenwood, the Empire, the (still angry) Black Marsh surrounding them, Elseweyr was forced to cut ties from the Dominon. Maric showed leniency and forgiveness to all parties which earned him much admiration in these formerly Aldmerri strongholds. Maric took a sigh of relief, he believed that with the Dominion losing so much power that the war would just end. He couldn't have been more wrong.

      The Thalmor launched one last major invasion on Tamriel, attacking once again the Direnni Tower and the Imperial City itself. The Blitzkreig assault had the Emperor leave the city, but not before Maric himself broke off and managed to capture an Aldmerri General. Under extreme prejudice Maric got the General to explain the reason behind the Aldmerri invasion. The Thalmor were trying to capture Direnni Tower and the White-Gold tower to become gods. The two structures were tied to the world and had power to turn the Aldmerri into gods. But the main Thalmor body gave up on this plan after failed assault on Leyawin. Nefarin had been ruling the Thalmor like a dictator these last years pushing and pushing for immortality and godhood.

      Maric quickly slit the throat of the General and breathed heavily. It had been 10 years since Nefarin had killed his family, and he had still wanted the man dead. But what the Thalmor were suggesting was madness. For the first time in years Maric did not know what to do. Then in a flush of fury and strength, Maric used a dragonshout that none had used before. AKATOSH!

      "My son." "How, how can I stop this?" "I have spoken to you in dreams and yet you still do not know?" "I can't understand the Shout, all I hear is you saying Alduin." "I know." "...What?" "I said Alduin, because you must summon the World-Eater to end this war." "But..." "Yes." "Alduin will destroy the world!" "There is meaning in every Name." "... No, there has to be another way." "There is none, the Thalmor have won. Direnni Tower is lost and they will capture White-Gold and become gods. When they do so it will tear Mundus apart." "...No." "The only thing to be done is to call Alduin and destroy the world before the very viel that holds everything together is destroyed by Nefarin." "There has to be away to save my people, your people!" "There is a meaning in every Name... You could come with me now." "..." "You could come with me, you have done enough to earn your place at my side and become a part of my pantheon." "... I don't want to be a god, if you so readily abandon us." Akatosh appeared to smile. "There is a meaning in every Name, remember that, my beloved, cherished son, before the end."

      Maric made his way to camp and immediately discussed strategy with his Generals. They were certain that the city could easily be captured if they were to await reinforcements from Legions fighting insurgency in Elseweyr. Maric wouldn't hear it, he would personally lead the charge into the city. He would ride on Odahviing's back and clear the way for a small force of auxilaries and palace guards to clear the way. He explained to his Generals why the war needed to end now.

      After a rousing speech Maric saw Paarthurnax waiting for him, not Odahviing. Paarthurnax asked the Last Dragonborn what Akatosh told him. Maric shook it off responding that Akatosh gave up on mankind but he never would. Paarthurnax chuckled as Maric climbed atop his back, saying Maric is more like Akatosh than he would ever know.

      The siege on the Imperial City began in force, the Aldmerri were shooting catapults from the city at the troops and at Paarthurnax who deftly dodged each one. Letting a long stream of flame Paarthurnax destroyed the catapults, allowing the troops to enter in the city. The troops met with heavy resistance once inside the city, Maric dismounted from Paarthurnax slicing through Aldmerri soldiers to aid his outmatched troops. Maric head rustling from a bar and an Aldmerri flew through a splintered door, while another met his end at the end of a greatsword. The companions had stayed inside a bar drinking throughout the seige, they waved the Emperor off and told him they would handle the onslaught here. Paarthurnax picked up Maric and brought him to College of Whispers, Maric had already had a spell ready to use before he landed down. As soon as he fired it off twelve spells followed his own in perfect unison. Maric turned around to see the College of Whispers and the Synod being led by members of the College of Whispers, Maric could not help but smile at the irony. He had no time to linger on it as the White-Gold Tower exploded at its top, with a beam of white light shooting towards the heavens. Paarthurnax was by the Emperor's side immediately, he climbed on and began the assault on the tower. Paarthurnax tried to claw at the tower to no avail when the wall was broken apart and Paarthurnax and Maric were brought into the White-Gold Tower.

      Rubble had fallen on Maric and he was unable to move. When he came to he saw a horribly familiar face. Nefarin. Nefarin looked more evil though, his skin was not the yellow-gold of his people but bright white and his eyes had darkness to them.

      "You bow down before a god? Good, you need to learn you place."

      Paarthurnax roared and lunged at Nefarin, Nefarin deftly sidestepped and cleanly cut Paarthurnax's throat. Paarthurnax began to disintegrate and his soul left.

      "Gods have privileges that mortals do not, don't look so surprised Dragonborn."

      Maric's rage burst him from the rubble and he Shouted at Nefarin throwing him back across the room. Maric had his blade ready and met swords with Nefarin, the two met in fought ferociously as the tower fell apart before. Maric ducked under Nefarin's blade and punched him across his face knocking him to the floor. Nefarin slid away before Maric's blade came down and lunged forward blade first, Maric parried and side swiped the blade away. An explosion suspended gravity and had the two midair. Maric did not relent in his assault, he swung his blade at Nefarin like a windmill wearing down the old elf until Nefarin lost his grip on his blade. Before Maric could bring his blade back down Nefarin grabbed Maric's wrist and twisted it until Maric dropped his blade. Maric headbutted Nefarin twice and threw him across the room, Nefarin landed on a piece of rubble the jagged edge pointed through his chest. Another pulsating explosion knocked Maric across the room and restored the gravity.

      Maric got back on his feet to see Nefarin floating above him, his wounds healing before Maric's eyes.

      "Did you think that this would win the war? A duel with me?" Maric drove his fist into Nefarin's face. "Oh no are you going to hit me again Dragonborn?" Nefarin lifted his hand, levitating Maric across the room with him. "Look Emperor, my forces have already become like me, Immortal and god-like." Maric face burned as he saw his men being mowed down by the Thalmor, immune to all damage and impossibly strong.

      Nefarin threw the Emperor across the room. "It is over Dragonborn, I will become a god and rule over not just men but Aedra as well. I will spare you if you bow to me now." Maric began to rise but Nefarin kicked his feet out from under him. "I SAID KNEEL! KNEEL! KNEEL!"

      As Nefarin pummeled him Maric had realized he failed. He thought about all the people he had failed throughout his life. His citizens, his generals, Paarthurnax, his mother, and his family.

      Like a whisper he murmured, "AL-"

      "What?" Nefarin had lifted him up. "Who are you to speak to a god like that? Who are you to even be, Dragonborn?"

      Maric's eyes widened. There's a meaning in every name. He knew the meaning in Akatosh's name, he knew it in Alduin's name, but his name meant-

      "DOVAHKIIN!!!" The tower light began to flicker. "DOVAHKIIN!!!" The shooting light to the sky began flicker. Nefarin turned his back to Maric.

      "What's happening, no. NO! You can't-" Maric cut off Nefarin's head with his own sword.

      The beam was still going, so Maric Shouted, "DOVAHKIIN! DOVAHKIIN! DOVAHKIIN!"

      The beam flickered and eventually burst, all the remaining Thalmor turned to ash. The soldiers and citizens rejoiced, the reinforcements from Elseweyr had finally arrived bringing food and provisions. The nightmare of the Aldmerri was finally over.

      Maric felt himself fading, he didn't know how ot explain it but he knew he was dying. He saw a vision of Akatosh and Alduin before him.

      "What's happening to me?" Maric asked.

      "You never wondered why you were the last?" Akatosh asked. "It is because your destiny is to be the last dragon of Tamriel."

      "What do you mean?" Maric asked.

      Alduin answered, "The Thalmor broke the viel between mortal and immortal the only thing that could stop was a creature that was entirely both. You. But to keep the barrier between the world's intact it needed insurmountable power, your soul."

      "It was Alduin's destiny to destroy the world, yours is to change the world." Akatosh answered. "Unlike Akatosh, you embraced your destiny when the world needed you too. When all was at its darkest you gave yourself completely without question."

      "So what does this all mean?" Maric choked on his words, he could barely keep himself up.

      "The Shout that you used, the Shout that ended your life and saved this world, will forever bar the Aedra and Daedra from ever coming back to this world." Akatosh turned to human form and stroked Maric's head.

      "For better or for worse." Alduin grumbled.

      "There's still so much I have to do," Maric tried to get up, "I need to reorganize the city guard negotiatie trade treaties between Hammerfell and Morrowind, I-" 

      "Those are concerns for another man," Akatosh said returning back to dragon form. "Your time is finally done. Now you must teach Alduin so when he returns he embraces his destiny when the world needs it."

      Maric looked as the dragons faded, wondering if what he saw was even real. His breathing was finally leaving him and he looked out on the wreckage that was vast and scarring, but it was all to the rising sun. He let his last breath go, happy that was final sight.

      This was just the beginning.

      Sorry this is absurdedly long, it kind of got away from me!

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    • ....That is a lot. Still, I skimmed through it, and it's pretty well done! Of course, I joined the Dark Brotherhood and the Stormcloaks, but hey. That's just me.

      Unless I'm mistaken, isn't Nefarin an original villain? Through all the Skyrim fanfics I've read, I haven't really seen original villains before. I added one in my own, a Khajiit Serial Killer.

      In other words, this is nice!

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    • Thanks DrGodzilla120! Yeah Nefarin (I'm not 100% about the spelling though) is an original villain. In the in-game book the Great War he was described as a General in the Aldermerri Dominion that sacked the Imperial City, when Titus Mede II reclaimed the city it was reported that as a punishment he was hung from the White-Gold Tower for days. His death is never confirmed and it is implied that he did survive. I thought since I was breaking canon enough by giving Titus Mede II an illegitimate son I should at least make the enemies consistent! Anyhow thanks for the kind words.

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    • @AWC 24.149: Yikes, that was long, but it was interesting and well-written. I enjoyed reading it. Still, I'm not sure exactly what happened when he defeated Nefarin. He used his name as some kind of shout to vaporize the Altmeri army? Names in the dragon tongue do indeed have power, but that seems like a bit excessive deus ex machina, quite literally in this case.

      ...


      My save got borked, so I didn't get to complete this character's story. Well, technically it's two characters--a brother and sister--but I will fill in the details with some embellishments. This is a long story, but I hope to make it worth your while.

      ...

      There are times when a single man, woman, or monster can build or destroy a civilization. St. Alessia. Tiber Septim. Some legends speak of great heroes destroying evil villains and leaving peace and prosperity in their wake, but, as Skyrim began to feel the heat of civil war and ancient enemies, these stories seemed more and more like lies. There was a great hero, a mythical Dragonborn, and she did destroy the great enemy, but one woman and her brother could not reform a country or placate a rebellious people.

      Janessa Theros and her adopted brother, Peter Metternich, never intended to solve all of Skyrim's problems, of course, but there were many who began to believe that their reign as heroes of the nordic people had done more harm than good, Alduin's downfall notwithstanding. 

      The fall of the World Eater passed without incident. For a time, people celebrated, but everyday life soon intervened and the country returned to complacency. All seemed well. Janessa and Peter were lauded as champions and allowed to live in peace. 

      The female half of that duo, having been a wealthy landowner even before her rise to true power due to her former Hammerfell nobility, continued to live as a feudal lord within Skyrim. She owned several trading posts in western Skyrim as well as an estate in the Whiterun countryside. Drawn to this prestige and the sheer force of her personality, several allies--an Argonian named Among-the-hist, an elven spellsword called Aurora, and others--joined her in this lifestyle before things took a turn for the worse. 

      Her love life was the subject of some controversy. A diplomatic marriage was arranged between her and another lord within the realm, an altmer named Pelin, which strenghthened both of their holdings and was generally considered an effective political maneuver. Despite the marriage, however, they maintained only limited affection for one another, treating each other with respect and care but maintaining several lovers on the side. Janessa had numerous sexual and romantic relationships while in Skyrim: A brief, passion and rage-induced night with Vilkas of the Companions, a lengthy affair with Celann before his demise in the final battle against Lord Harkon's fortress, and a relationship with a blacksmith in Falkreath named Isobel, her last lover before their disappearance. 

      Her brother, Peter, notably never took any husbands or wives, publically. Rumors spread that he was asexual or that his true relationship was, for political or social reasons, too scandalous to reveal. There were stories--evidence even--that he had a sexual relationship with his adopted sister, but these were never confirmed. Meanwhile, he formed a band of mercenaries called the Grey Guard and sold his services to Jarls, who accepted the aid but nevertheless remained uneasy at the presence of such an unknown figure.

      The Companions were the first to feel the friction of their influence. In the wake of Kodlak's curing and Janessa's assumption of the role of Harbinger (also choosing to purge herself of lycanthropy) they became divided on the issue of this power. Eventually, the group split. Janessa and the purists remained in the formal Companions, while Aela led those who favored lycanthropy into a splinter faction dedicated to Hircine. 

      An Imperial victory, aided in no small part by Peter and his Grey Guard, was pyhrric at best. Ulfric was slain, but unrest continued to plague the holds, and Peter found himself increasingly troubled by the frequent executions of unruly peasants. Ridden with guilt, he sought counsel with his sister and her then-mistress Isobel, but recieved little assurance in her words. 

      It was the island of Solsthiem that complete broke the balance. Though Miraak had been slain and the island liberated, a hostile group of cultists survived and rebuilt an army to seek revenge. It stormed Raven Rock and burned much of the city, using powerful magic to seal the island off from Imperial aid inside a pocket of Oblivion. Eventually, Janessa (by then a powerful conjurer) managed to draw the island partially back into Mundus, but the journey would be a one way trip until the mages inside were defeated. 

      Peter and the Grey Guard were the first to volunteer for this suicide mission. In his mind, a hopeless campaign into the malestrom was the one way to seek absolution for his sins committed in service of the Empire. He amassed a fleet of all his remaining forces and whatever other allies he could find and sailed into Solsthiem, never to be seen again. 

      Janessa and all those close to her, meanwhile, simply disappeared shortly afterwards. No one knew to where they had gone, but many suspected that she had joined her brother in the crusade for Solsthiem. The Oblivion barrier remains active, but Grey Guard ships flying the flags of her and Pelin's estates have been anecdotally observed emerging from the maelstrom and scouting near Hammerfell, but these may just be the tales of drunken sailors. IF true, however, they suggest that the heroes Janessa and Peter may have been victorious on Solsthiem, and that they are planning their next move from their own little corner of Oblivion.

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    • My best character saved the world from the Dragon Crisis, then tripped and fell off the Throat of the World, hitting the floor near Riverwood. When he finally stopped moving, he resembled a patch of jam.

      (I did accidentally send the Dragonborn plunging off the Throat of the World once, yes.)

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    • Jacob Nightshade had slain Aluin, assassinated Harkon and Miraak, and destroyed the Dark Brotherhood (they were lesser assassins). He followed no man, owed no alliegance. The Civil War had destroyed much of his home land and needed to end. Rather than pick a side, he snuck into the Palace of Kings and slit Ulfric's throat in his sleep. When Ulfric's body was discovered, Galmor surrendered the Stormcloak forces to the Empire. When the war was considered over Jacob snuck into Castle Dour and ended Tulius's life as well, Jacob wanted revenge on Tulius for him ordering his execution. When word reached Elenwen that Tulius was dead, she went to Solitude for his funeral, she was accompanied by all the other major justiciars present in Skyrim. After Tulius's body was burned, arrows fell down onto the service. Elenwen remained, mortally wounded, all others were dead. Jacob approached the near death ambassador, blade in hand. "Now Skyrim is free of all three plagues." He said. He burried his blade in her heart. Elenwens eyes stayed open, look into the sky. "Go now, to meet your gods." Jacob said, closing them. He placed a Nightshade flower in her hand and left Solitude.


      That was the last of his adventures. For the remainder of his life he retired to Castle Volkhiar with his closest friend Serana, now cured of vampirism. He would occasionally journey to the main land to visit the Greybeards and Paarthurnax, or to train with the Dawnguard, or sail to Solsthiem but never blooded his blade again. When he grew old he climbed to the top of the Throat of the World on last time and stabbed his sword into the ground. He kneeled down and succumbed to death. He was finally sent to Sovngard. He took his chair next to Shor.

      "They will need you again, someday." Shor spoke to him.

      "I know, but not today." Jacob replied.

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    • Galmar's pretty cowardly in your world, eh? No martyrdom for Ulfric? Even Tullius fears the retribution should Ulfric be killed. 

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    • Haha didn't think of that. Jacob forces Galmar to surrender, threatening to destroy all the stormcloaks if he didn't. There was a mob forming outside th gates of Solitude threatening to kill Tulius until someone beat them to it.

      Are there any more wholes in this story?

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    • 199.115.114.218 wrote:
      Haha didn't think of that. Jacob forces Galmar to surrender, threatening to destroy all the stormcloaks if he didn't. There was a mob forming outside th gates of Solitude threatening to kill Tulius until someone beat them to it.

      Are there any more wholes in this story?

      Yes. Your character is named Jacob.

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    • After defeating all major evils in skyrim the wood elf dragonflies only known by his nickname rogue help the new emperor train his forces to retake tamriel and defeat the thalmor. After a twenty year campaign the new emperor titus made III retook the continent as an empire rogue retired to Lakeview manor with his wife and two kids. However in his adventures rogue had made a lot of enemies and was shot through the stomach with an arrow. His vision began to blur and he realized that the arrow had been poisoned. On the edge of his vision a figure was walking towards him bow in hand but who rogue saw shocked him. His childhood best friend harlow was the one to fire the killing shot. Harlow didn't say anything as rogue slipped into the darkness of death. As harlow walked away an arrow was fired into his head killing him instantly. Rogue`s younger brother Logan had taken an instant revenge.

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    • I thought it seemed better than a Norse name I wouldn't be able to pronounce. Did I just feed a troll?

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    • 207.244.72.195 wrote:
      I thought it seemed better than a Norse name I wouldn't be able to pronounce. Did I just feed a troll?

      No.

      Ruka's been around for quite a while, and is well-respected on the wiki.

      Also, people would argue that the name "Jacob" is anachronistic when put into Skyrim's lore, but it's your choice.

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    • I just hate when people name their characters things like that. It just irks me.

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    • I managed to squeeze Shawn as a Khajiit name by using "S'hawn." "S'" according to a Khajiit name list is a prefix for adult.

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    • Per Ankh wrote:
      I managed to squeeze Shawn as a Khajiit name by using "S'hawn." "S'" according to a Khajiit name list is a prefix for adult.

      Names like that don't annoy me as much...odd...

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    • My names are often slightly anachronistic. I've never been very good at lore-friendly names, even though I know the general guidelines for comparisons to real-world names. Imperial names are latin or Italian, Bretons are celtic or gaelic, Redguards are middle-eastern/north African, nords are scandanavian. And so on. 

      Sometimes I just go nuts and name a Khajiit Generalissimo Mittens, but that's only once in a blue moon.

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    • Coppermantis wrote:

      Sometimes I just go nuts and name a Khajiit Generalissimo Mittens, but that's only once in a blue moon.

      That's better than what my brother named his Khajiit.

      "Nigga Bitch" 

      • facepalm*
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    • I name my characters either by combining two words, creating a nickname out of their actions, browse names of the current species and choose one like that, or create a random one that sounds cool.

      For the combination one, look to my Bosmer, Arrowwolf.

      For the nickname, look to my Khajiit, Killer Slash.

      For the browsing names of the current species, look to my Nord, Orc, and Altmer. Their names are Raura Sword-Dawn, Drunberk Gro-Bagel (Sorry. I couldn't resist naming him that.), and Arandoth.

      For the random one that sounds cool, look to my main character and my Argonian, Dracoruss.

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      I name my characters either by combining two words, creating a nickname out of their actions, browse names of the current species and choose one like that, or create a random one that sounds cool.

      For the combination one, look to my Bosmer, Arrowwolf.

      For the nickname, look to my Khajiit, Killer Slash.

      For the browsing names of the current species, look to my Nord, Orc, and Altmer. Their names are Raura Sword-Dawn, Drunberk Gro-Bagel (Sorry. I couldn't resist naming him that.), and Arandoth.

      For the random one that sounds cool, look to my main character and my Argonian, Dracoruss.

      Great names.

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    • Hu Gibbet wrote:
      Jacob Nightshade had slain Aluin, assassinated Harkon and Miraak, and destroyed the Dark Brotherhood (they were lesser assassins). He followed no man, owed no alliegance. The Civil War had destroyed much of his home land and needed to end. Rather than pick a side, he snuck into the Palace of Kings and slit Ulfric's throat in his sleep. When Ulfric's body was discovered, Galmor surrendered the Stormcloak forces to the Empire. When the war was considered over Jacob snuck into Castle Dour and ended Tulius's life as well, Jacob wanted revenge on Tulius for him ordering his execution. When word reached Elenwen that Tulius was dead, she went to Solitude for his funeral, she was accompanied by all the other major justiciars present in Skyrim. After Tulius's body was burned, arrows fell down onto the service. Elenwen remained, mortally wounded, all others were dead. Jacob approached the near death ambassador, blade in hand. "Now Skyrim is free of all three plagues." He said. He burried his blade in her heart. Elenwens eyes stayed open, look into the sky. "Go now, to meet your gods." Jacob said, closing them. He placed a Nightshade flower in her hand and left Solitude.


      That was the last of his adventures. For the remainder of his life he retired to Castle Volkhiar with his closest friend Serana, now cured of vampirism. He would occasionally journey to the main land to visit the Greybeards and Paarthurnax, or to train with the Dawnguard, or sail to Solsthiem but never blooded his blade again. When he grew old he climbed to the top of the Throat of the World on last time and stabbed his sword into the ground. He kneeled down and succumbed to death. He was finally sent to Sovngard. He took his chair next to Shor.

      "They will need you again, someday." Shor spoke to him.

      "I know, but not today." Jacob replied.

      ...

      Logic is defied in several ways. Gamer lore too. This is similar to that earlier case, where as the other user had his character be a Daedric Prince that was a sadistic bastard.

      So he sneaks inside the Palace of the Kings and the Imperial Headquarters, and assassinates both? They would be heavily guarded. They're the leader of the two sides, after all. Keep in mind as well that even if you did kill the soldiers, it would wake up the person you are trying to assassinate, and they would possibly flee, ruining your chance. Furthermore, Ulfric can give his side the advantage against you by using the Thu'um, which can render your character helpless.

      He then basically murders all the major Thalmor Ambassadors. Wow. The Aldmeri Dominion WANTED to weaken the Empire. As such, not all the Thalmor would come and weep for someone they didn't give two horkers about. Anyway, where would he get all those archers? Not the Stormcloaks, as he "killed their leader".

      And then he's sent to SOVNGARDE?

      He's a murderer. He's a freaking murderer. He apparently "killed both Ulfric and Tullius", and for no reason as well. You didn't state even that he "did it for peace". Instead, you simply stated "he snuck into the Palace of the Kings and slit Ulfric's throat in his sleep". Then, he killed Tullius out of revenge, and killed the Thalmor. Then he's sent to Sovngarde.

      Shor says "They will need you again some day."

      To kill more people. I'm sure.

      As for the alternate ending? I'm pretty sure he can't take on all the goddamn Stormcloaks himself. They have an entire army, and even if he is Dovahkiin, he can't kill all of them at the same time. He later executes Tullius as well, and even if he did survive the war with the Stormcloaks, he now faces the Empire, who has an even larger army. If he survives THAT, he faces the Thalmor, who have an EVEN MORE POWERFUL army, not to mention the battle wounds gained from fighting those before that. 

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    • Rukathesoldier wrote:
      DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      I name my characters either by combining two words, creating a nickname out of their actions, browse names of the current species and choose one like that, or create a random one that sounds cool.

      For the combination one, look to my Bosmer, Arrowwolf.

      For the nickname, look to my Khajiit, Killer Slash.

      For the browsing names of the current species, look to my Nord, Orc, and Altmer. Their names are Raura Sword-Dawn, Drunberk Gro-Bagel (Sorry. I couldn't resist naming him that.), and Arandoth.

      For the random one that sounds cool, look to my main character and my Argonian, Dracoruss.

      Great names.

      Thank you.

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      Hu Gibbet wrote:
      Jacob Nightshade had slain Aluin, assassinated Harkon and Miraak, and destroyed the Dark Brotherhood (they were lesser assassins). He followed no man, owed no alliegance. The Civil War had destroyed much of his...
      ...

      Logic is defied in several ways. Gamer lore too. This is similar to that earlier case, where as the other user had...

      Seconded. That seemed a tad... excessive.

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      Hu Gibbet wrote: (Vaguely implausible backstory)
      ...

      Logic is defied in several ways. Gamer lore too. This is similar to that earlier case, where as the other user had...

      Caustic, but it makes sense.

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    • I think you're underestimating the power of mods.

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    • who me ?

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    • No

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    • What happened to my Dragonborn?  Well, he wandered around the world without purpose for several months and years.  Then he found love and was to be married.  However, there was a complication that meant he had to run for several months.  When he returned, his fiancee was killed by one of the last living dragons.  After that, he killed himself.  The End.

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    • can't you just enjoy the ride without poking a bunch of wholes in the story? You must be horrible to watch movies with.

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    • Who are you talking to?

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    • I think the thread in general?

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    • I was talking to DrGodzilla120

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    • In that case...

      Tell me how I "underestimate the power of mods". Not all of us play this game on PC, so we don't have mods available. I play on Xbox 360, and I'm just fine with that. Plus, a mod doesn't give your character an excuse to not be hated for murdering, sadism, pointless destruction, conquering, and such.

      Actually, I think you'll find I'm better to watch movies with than you think. Most films are actually decent (the creators make it appealing to the critics on sites like "Rotten Tomatoes" to get a good rating) and such. I usually just watch along, and even if I don't like it, most movies don't have gigantic Gary Stus and logic defying. I also can't "enjoy the ride" if the ride is horrible. How could you "enjoy the ride" of a film like Spring Breakers, Dora the Explorer, and a film by the Asylum combined? Not saying the story's that bad. Just an analogy.

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    • ^^This. Yes, it's easy to become an all-powerful hero in Skyrim, even without mods. That doesn't mean it's an interesting or good story to tell. Making the dragonborn a perfect Mary Sue is boring, and if we go strictly by what happens in game then just about everybody's character will be thane of all nine holds, champion of every daedric prince, Harbinger, Arch-mage, etc. And if we count mods? I can install a mod that makes all dragons into Thomas the Tank Engine characters. Just because I can, doesn't mean it makes sense. 


      Also, critiquing a story after reading it is hardly indicitve of a person being insuffrable to watch movies with. Watch the movie, keep quiet, and discuss it afterward. This means that those who wanted to just enjoy the film can do so, and those who had problems can discuss them with other people who may or may not agree and opinions can be heard out. This is the opposite of bad--by fostering a critical audience, we drive the quality of media up. Can you imagine if everybody was forced to just accept every work of fiction for what it was and not criticize becaue we should just "enjoy the ride without poking holes?" Everything would suck worse than it does right now.

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    • OK, first things first, back on topic. This is not the right place for your concerns on writing capacity.

      Second thing, Sturgeon's law applies and not everything is good fiction. 90% of stuff is crap. If you wanna critique something so insignificant, I dunno why you would do that. Honestly, if someone writes badly, it's their problem, not yours.

      Thirdly, it's not like they are forcing you to do things their way. If you don't like it, just ignore it. Its like how bad art is purely ignored, not critiqued negatively (unless it's good enough to actually deserve critique). This is a fricking thread to discuss epilogues, not if someone is a good or bad writer. Writing skill and reasonable stories are totally irrelevant.

      Dr Godzilla should quit troll baiting and Coppermantis, frankly you should not feed the trolls. It's derailing the thread. Hu Gibbet might have written a bad story (in your perspective and mine too), but so what? It reflects his storywriting skills, not yours. Why would you bother defending people arguing over pointless trivialities? Just ignore them.

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    • I disagree that the discussion is irrelevant--you said it yourself, the thread is for discussing epilogues. Critiques, and the defense of opinions stated within those critiques, are certainly relevant. It was never my original intent to tear apart Hu Gibbet's story, merely to provide feedback, but discussion, even if it is tangental, ought not be discouraged I feel.


      But you're right in that this particular one has gone on long enough. This is my last post on the matter. 

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    • He ate loads of Sweetrolls and then subsequently died

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    • Datadragon Odahviing wrote:
      OK, first things first, back on topic. This is not the right place for your concerns on writing capacity.

      Second thing, Sturgeon's law applies and not everything is good fiction. 90% of stuff is crap. If you wanna critique something so insignificant, I dunno why you would do that. Honestly, if someone writes badly, it's their problem, not yours.

      Thirdly, it's not like they are forcing you to do things their way. If you don't like it, just ignore it. Its like how bad art is purely ignored, not critiqued negatively (unless it's good enough to actually deserve critique). This is a fricking thread to discuss epilogues, not if someone is a good or bad writer. Writing skill and reasonable stories are totally irrelevant.

      Dr Godzilla should quit troll baiting and Coppermantis, frankly you should not feed the trolls. It's derailing the thread. Hu Gibbet might have written a bad story (in your perspective and mine too), but so what? It reflects his storywriting skills, not yours. Why would you bother defending people arguing over pointless trivialities? Just ignore them.

      I see your point. Things DID get a little off topic. I'm used to Mary Sue characters in Role Play, which I criticize, so it's become a habit. I apologize if I was being an asshole with all the sarcasm.

      Again with the Role Play thing. The characters often godmod when they are Mary Sues, so I'm used to criticising them. It's become a habit to pick out bad parts of a story. It is a thread to discuss epilogues, but even so, this is basically a thread for writing. Some criticism is good, even though mine was more destructive than constructive. Sorry again.

      As for this section, I disagree. I don't believe I'm troll baiting, as that translates to "Attracting trolls". I don't think I'm attracting any trolls at all. Hu Gibbet, other Wikia Contributors, are not trolls in my eyes. You told Copper to stop feeding the trolls, when he only backed me up. I don't exactly take kindly to being called a troll, and I see it as an insult. A heavy one too.

      Thirdly, your statement "Thirdly, it's not like they are forcing you to do things their way. If you don't like it, just ignore it." is a bit hypocritical, no offense. One, you're actually forcing us to do things your way. Two, in this case, Rotten Tomatoes, IMBD, Mystery Science Theater 3000, and some others like this would not even exist, as the entire POINT of them is to criticize it. 

      Thank you for your time.

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    • Glad people are getting back on topic, rather than flooding the thread with off topic posts

      BTW the thread was for people to post epilogues, not exactly raise a big stink about the legitimacy of said epilogues. The preamble only affirms the first part.

      As I said, those critiquing sites actually critique stuff with effort put into them, you shouldn't be critiquing sloppy stuff (you should get my point. I am clearly not defending Hu Gibbet)

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    • Alright then.

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    • After defeating Alduin, Miraak and Harkon, Adawulf Sea-Born helped Ulfric Stormcloaks in the war. When they took Solitude, Adawulf returned to Winterhold to assume the role of Archmage. One day, his companion Talvas asked him to talk to Ulfric about the gray quarter. Adawulf did just that, and got into an Arguement with Ulfric, leading to a duel of honor. Ulfric lost and Adawulf became High King. Many like Galmar retaliated, and they were hung. Under Adawulf, all races were treated equally, and during the Great War that followed, Adawulf took over High Rock while the Imperials fought the Thalmor. His empire eventually took over Morrowind and Soltheim. He ruled until he 70, when he gave the throne to his Son, Talvas Sea-Born, who was named after Adawulf's old Friend who died of an unknown illness a year before his son's birth. He died ten years later of old age, and served Hermaeus Mora in Apocrypha, guarding his Forbidden Knowledge from adventurers. His dynasty eventually took over Tamriel, and he gained a place on the Pantheon, despite the fact he wasn't divine at all.

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    • After a long life of fighting daedra, the undead, and dragons, it was finally time for Marcellus - Hero of the Eight Divines, to retire. In an interesting (though not shocking) turn of events, our Imperial hero retired to the island of Solstheim. Marcellus had traveled all across Tamriel purging evil of all kinds, it makes sense that he wanted to live a quiet life. Besides the occasional visit to friends and family in Skyrim, he spent the rest of his days in Raven Rock, picking up his sword only to do jobs and favors for the local residents.

      None of the residents knew quite why Marcellus chose to settle in their town, but they all whole-heartedly agreed he had done Raven Rock a great service. His last days were spent in solitude  as he prayed to the Divines and reflected on his long and successful life. Knowing he had fulfilled his duties to the Eight Divines and the people of Tamriel, Marcellus passed away peacefully and happily. 

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    • My character is simply called Dovahkiin (why? Because I like when the dragons tell you Dovahkiin and feel as if they really call you by name). 

      After the death of Alduin, the Emperor, Lord Harkon, Miraak and General Tullius, the Stormcloacks took over the power of Skyrim, after Elisif committed suicide, the High King Ulfric I led his army against the Imperial Legion High Rock, Morrowind and Hammerfell supported. The Thalmor tried to reconquer those provinces, but the four countries combined army annihilated the Summerset Isles army.

      Dovahkiin and his wife Mjoll were sent to Cyrodill to establish diplomatic relations with the Emperor Gauis Mede I, son of the dead Titus II, which did not work and Gaius considered an insult the presence of Dovahkiin, considering traitor (my character is Imperial ) (Gauis had no idea that Dovahkiin killed Titus) and sent an army of one hundred men to kill them. Dovahkiin and Mjoll were the best warriors in Skyrim, but still asked difficult battle, so called to his friend Dovahkiin dragon Odahviing to help them. Hundred dead, red dragon drove back to Skyrim and landed on the Throat of the World. There Arngeir told them a legion of soldiers from High Rock had attacked and captured the Blue Palace and the King Ulfric to bring him Gaius Mede and hang the White-Gold Tower.

      Immediately Dovahkiin and Odahviing flew Ventalia to warn Stormcloacks, but realized that the Breton and Imperial forces attacked the city. During the battle, the dark elves of Ventalia defended their home and through them the enemy forces hesitated and retreated. The Stormcloacks travel to Cyrodill but they stopped at Cloud Ruler Temple to refuel and found five Blades in the temple. All of the above came to the Imperial City and took another surprise: the city was being attacked by Thalmor. Dovahkiin allied with General Huufingor Alinor to take the city, and the layers Ulfric Storm liberate and destroy the traitors in High Rock and the Thalmor would capture Gaius Mede and they would take control of the Imperial City. Already in the Imperial Palace, Gaius Dovahkiin challenged to a duel (following the Nordic tradition). Both had seemed unmatched skill and Gaius would win, but Ulfric shout Fus Ro Dah to save his comrade, Gaius was pushed by the shout and ended up impaled on the sword of the statue of Uriel Septim VII (newly built). In his agony, the Emperor asked for help to the King of Daggerfall, present there, who had already surrendered and instead of saving him, pushed him to be nailed over the sword.

      With the death of Gaius, General Huufingor took Cyrodill government, only to be betrayed by his army and killed three days later. Skyrim's troops withdrew from Cyrodill after the nobles of the country elected a new emperador. In Skyrim, the Stormcoloacks led the war to High Rock, who had no desire to fight and surrendered to their King, who was executed in Ventalia by Dovahkiin. 

      Peace reigned in Tamriel many years, until a new war between the Thalmor and the Empire seemed imminent, but Dovahkiin, old, prevented war screaming Fus Ro Dah the leaders of both sides, who fell from the top of the White -Gold Tower. After saving Tamriel once again Dovahkiin retired to live in High Hrotghar with the nes Greybards leader, his daughter Sofie. In his last days, Dovahkiin received the news that his son Samuel was appointed Emperor and when he get up from his bed to travel to Cyrodill, died and his soul went to Sovngarde, where he was received by Tsun, Hakon, Felldir and Gormlaith, who guided him to the Hall of Valor, where he drink and fought the Nords heroes until the end of time. While in Tamriel, Samuel I canonized his father and Saint Dovahkiin was remembered and revered throughout Nirn  because he save the world several times.

      My apologies for mmy bad english.

      Greetings from the beautiful Chile     :3

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    • Your english is better than many native speakers I've encountered, at the very least. A few questionable sentences, but the story was readable. 

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    • AngryFaustin wrote:
      My character is simply called Dovahkiin (why? Because I like when the dragons tell you Dovahkiin and feel as if they really call you by name). 

      (m8 did you copy me ?! ...just kiddin..because i also call my char dovhakiin...lol )

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    • AngryFaustin wrote:
      After the death of Alduin, the Emperor Harkon, Miraak and General Tullius, the Stormcloacks took over the power of Skyrim, after Elisif committed suicide, the High King Ulfric I led his army against the Imperial Legion...

      (also ...good show ...good show! 100/10)

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    • Well, Withegroo is no Dragonborn, but he does have an epilogue


      "After his journeys with his 2 companions (Keldon ;) and an Orc named Orznog), he wandered the lands, occasionally stopping to entertain at parties, he eventually decided to try for a position in the College of Winterhold, which he barely got. Due to his sporadic nature, he wasn't at first welcome at the College, though he taught many students more than just spells and straightforward uses, he often bragged upon how he once confused a Giant family by Transmuting their Iron clubs into fools gold, while they stared in awe, he skillfully took a bowl of their Mammoth cheese! As Withegroo spent his days in the College, he often spoke with the Augur of Dunlain, who seemed to appreciate the old Wizard. Eventually he felt his fading, and made his arragements, leaving his many magical objects and artifacts to the College, except his Staff, which he would give to Keldon's daughter. When Withegroo met his death, he met it with a Cheerful smile and an Open mind, knowing that it was a fitting end to a great Journey..........

      ~Fin

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    • Mine was that, after traversing the vast lands of Nirn and fulfilling his destiny as the Dragonborn ridding the world of evil vampires and creating a peace treaty between other vampires and the Danwguard, where the vampires would have a donated blood.bank to feed on, liberating solstheim from the corrupted Miraak, and much more, Thoraf Sky-Voice, seeing everything a mortal could have seen, embarking to expeditions to Akavir, Yokuda, Atmora, and others. He wanted to forever wander, for it was he only thing that made him feel alive. But, after many years, he settled with his family at Lakeview Manor, dedicating himself to his wife Aela and children when he wasn't busy in his studies as the Arch-mage, his politics as Thane, and his training as Harbinger, putting his dark past in The Thieves Guild and the Dark Brotherhood aside. He put all his treasure and artifacts at display in his home, to remond him of his adventuring days. After thounsand of years,(he was immortal) he was visiting his good old friends Paarthunax, and Odahviing at the Throat of The World, when they heard a terrible Roar, from a Rift in time itself! It wasn't alduin, but something worse. A terrible war between the Daedra and Aedra was about to happen. He was forced to gain is power once again, by colecting powerful artifacts as follows:

      Relics of The Crusader

      Every Single daedric artifact

      Aetherium Shards

      Heart of Lorkhan

      Amulet of Kings

      Sigil Stones

      Kagrenac's Tools

      With these and other artifacts, he would fasion Godlike equipemnt that rivaled Anu and Padomay themselves, but the fight was only beggining...

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    • My High Elf, Argos, resigned his fate to Apocrypha to know more history then later creates the most intriguing and delicious sweetroll recipe that will change the world. Argos then gets two people, Squadcelot Tendrills and Springster Roundsleeves. However his rival, Vlad, wanted the recipe in order to become famous so he designed a contraptions to get it but always backfires.

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    • Karonor Pinewood wrote: After defeating Alduin, Miraak and Harkon, Adawulf Sea-Born helped Ulfric Stormcloaks in the war. When they took Solitude, Adawulf returned to Winterhold to assume the role of Archmage. One day, his companion Talvas asked him to talk to Ulfric about the gray quarter. Adawulf did just that, and got into an Arguement with Ulfric, leading to a duel of honor. Ulfric lost and Adawulf became High King. Many like Galmar retaliated, and they were hung. Under Adawulf, all races were treated equally, and during the Great War that followed, Adawulf took over High Rock while the Imperials fought the Thalmor. His empire eventually took over Morrowind and Soltheim. He ruled until he 70, when he gave the throne to his Son, Talvas Sea-Born, who was named after Adawulf's old Friend who died of an unknown illness a year before his son's birth. He died ten years later of old age, and served Hermaeus Mora in Apocrypha, guarding his Forbidden Knowledge from adventurers. His dynasty eventually took over Tamriel, and he gained a place on the Pantheon, despite the fact he wasn't divine at all.

      Most of that is fine, except the part about Galmar being hung and him gaining a place on the Pantheon. Then again, that's just my two cents.

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:

      Karonor Pinewood wrote: After defeating Alduin, Miraak and Harkon, Adawulf Sea-Born helped Ulfric Stormcloaks in the war. When they took Solitude, Adawulf returned to Winterhold to assume the role of Archmage. One day, his companion Talvas asked him to talk to Ulfric about the gray quarter. Adawulf did just that, and got into an Arguement with Ulfric, leading to a duel of honor. Ulfric lost and Adawulf became High King. Many like Galmar retaliated, and they were hung. Under Adawulf, all races were treated equally, and during the Great War that followed, Adawulf took over High Rock while the Imperials fought the Thalmor. His empire eventually took over Morrowind and Soltheim. He ruled until he 70, when he gave the throne to his Son, Talvas Sea-Born, who was named after Adawulf's old Friend who died of an unknown illness a year before his son's birth. He died ten years later of old age, and served Hermaeus Mora in Apocrypha, guarding his Forbidden Knowledge from adventurers. His dynasty eventually took over Tamriel, and he gained a place on the Pantheon, despite the fact he wasn't divine at all.

      Most of that is fine, except the part about Galmar being hung and him gaining a place on the Pantheon. Then again, that's just my two cents.

      Galmar was too loyal to Ulfric. 

      I did say he wasn't divine at all.

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    • So were all the Stormcloaks. They were named after him, and with the Empire driven out of Skyrim, when he killed Ulfric, there would be no one TO hang them, as everyone was a supporter of the Stormcloaks in Windhelm.

      Exactly. Him becoming a divine would increase his Stuness, and becoming a member of the Pantheon without him even being divine would even more. 

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    • They embraced the Dovahkiin as a second coming to Talos and realized Ulfric wasn't a fair ruler.

      Exactly. Except No one knew he was pledged to Hermaeus Mora.

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    • What? The Stormcloaks all pledged their LIVES to Ulfric in the Oath when they signed up. The Nords value honor as well, and wouldn't give up their word so easily. Also think of it this way: You are a native of a land, and some newcomers come in, ban your religion, and take over your home. Then, a brave warrior comes and leads your people to freedom. You celebrate him as high king. A random guy soon afterwards comes, kills him, and demands your obedience. Would you seriously think that the previous was an unfair leader, and accept the second so easily?

      How the hell does that make ANY sense? Him being a Gary Stu is a BAD thing. If they know he was pledged to a DEMON, they would even less worship him.

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    • Im not argueing with you on this, because I can see where you are coming from.

      It doesnt make sense. Never said it did. Adawulf died way before he was added to the Pantheon. They had no Idea he was pledged to Mora, and he wasnt there to stop them. Plus Daedric princes aren't Demons. They aren't "good" or "bad" like mortals, so they cant be saints or demons. 

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    • Aww man, another argument. Can we please not?

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    • Alright then.

      Well, you have a point there. They could never figure out he was allied with Herma-Mora. The question is, WHY was he added to the Pantheon?

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    • The same reason Talos was put into the Pantheon. He was a War Hero who united different Provinces. Added to that is being Dragonborn, saving the world three times, and being immensly powerful.

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    • Point taken again. There are many similarities between the Last Dragonborn and Talos.

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    • yea .....honsetly im just happy there wanst an other flame war rigth now

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    • After Alduins death, Wallace ended up normal. He married Carlotta from Whiterun after saving her daughter. He lived in a house he made in Falkreath. Everyday he wondered what will happen in Alduins return. While he was asleep an assassin came and killed by stabbing him. After his funeral there was a deep rumbling, Alduin was back

      He destroyed half of Carlotta's house and almost her. Tons of people hopelessly glossed there lives trying to stop him. There was a bright shine on top of the mountain which no one could ignore, even Alduin. The same a man in ancient Nordic armor. A loud voice called down "HEY ALDUIN, READY TO FINISH OUR FIGHT". No one could believe it. It... it... it was the return of the last and most powerful dragonborn. 

      He now had a new shout. He turned into a REAL Dragon. 2 times the size of Alduin. He killed Alduin again, and this time, he devoured his soul and became immortal.

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    • Please ignore my typos and extra words (Stupid Auto-Correct)

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    • Is it wrong that the only thing wrong that is see with that is being two times the size of Alduin? XD

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    • Karonor Pinewood wrote:
      Is it wrong that the only thing wrong that is see with that is being two times the size of Alduin? XD

      What are you asking? Are you asking about why He turned into a Dragon  that big?

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    • Akatosh just doesn't like Alduin destroying the world and gave Wallace the power to destroy him.

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    • I'm not asking that. I'm asking is it wrong that I can see all that happening except the size. (*Cough* *Cough* It was a joke *Cough* *Cough*)

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    • OH... I knew that.

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    • wallace....he he.......i wonder if gromit fougth too against alduin

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    • I wonder what happened to the Auditor.

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    • Dovahkiin47800 wrote: After Alduins death, Wallace ended up normal. He married Carlotta from Whiterun after saving her daughter. He lived in a house he made in Falkreath. Everyday he wondered what will happen in...

      A few bits wrong. 1. How did he come back? 2. How did he turn into a dragon, and one that large? 3. Dragons can't absorb other dragons' souls. 4. How did he become immortal?

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    • I would live a short life but be reborn as an assanion for the dark brotherhood where I would join Shadowmere and his/her original owner. I would fight beside them and protect the brotherhood

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    • or I would lead the companions and marry Alea and conquer tamrial

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    • TheLizardfromthe60s wrote:
      I wonder what happened to the Auditor.


      i killed him also...il send you a message on your talk page

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    • Hank.j.Wimbleton wrote:
      TheLizardfromthe60s wrote:
      I wonder what happened to the Auditor.

      i killed him also...il send you a message on your talk page


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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:

      Dovahkiin47800 wrote: After Alduins death, Wallace ended up normal. He married Carlotta from Whiterun after saving her daughter. He lived in a house he made in Falkreath. Everyday he wondered what will happen in...

      A few bits wrong. 1. How did he come back?

      2. How did he turn into a dragon, and one that large? 3. Dragons can't absorb other dragons' souls...

      Short sent him back

      Akatosh gave him power

      A Dragon can absorb another ones soul if he happens to be the dragonborn

      He become immortal because the soul he devoured was so powerful that it strengthened his

      Sorry I,m not a lore expert

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    • Pretty sure it's "Shor", not "Short". Auto-correct? XD

      Pretty reasonable. Alduin was back, so the gods would give him some help.

      I'm not sure. Was the form temporary or permanent?

      Somewhat reasonable, again. I'm not sure if devouring a powerful soul will strengthen your own. Paarthurnaax is pretty powerful, able to hold his own against Alduin in a match (Alduin's Bane), yet devouring his soul (if you choose to kill him) doesn't make you a god.

      It's fine.

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    • He was a temporary dragon and I guess a soul as powerful as the first born of Akatosh would be enough to give a mortal immortality.

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    • I'm not sure. Perhaps an extended life, and very powerful strength, but again, I believe a mortal achieving immortality like that to be...a trait of Mary Sues and Gary Stus.

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    • My condensed version. May post the full story later. Landfall happens. Dragonborn teams up with other 5 heroes. (Arena, daggerfall, morrowind, oblivion and online) They fight numidium. Epic battles. In aftermath put end to thalmor. Re-unite empire. Dwemer come back. Fight dwemer. Stop dwemer invasion. The end.

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    • Short, simple, and almost definitely lore-breaking. I like it. XD

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    • I can actually believe every word of it, except the five heroes.

      Talin and the agent of Daggerfall died.

      THe Nerevarine is in Akavir (He could come back...)

      The Hero of Kvatch is Sheogorath, the daedric prince of madness.

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    • Don't the Thalmor get wiped out anyway during Landfall? I don't remember exactly. 

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      I'm not sure. Perhaps an extended life, and very powerful strength, but again, I believe a mortal achieving immortality like that to be...a trait of Mary Sues and Gary Stus.

      Ok but it's not like this really happened during the game

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    • Coppermantis wrote:
      Don't the Thalmor get wiped out anyway during Landfall? I don't remember exactly. 


      They achieve their goals of becoming Gods.


      Mostly due to the fact that MK has a boner for elves.

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    • Lol

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    • Karonor Pinewood wrote:
      I can actually believe every word of it, except the five heroes.

      Talin and the agent of Daggerfall died.

      THe Nerevarine is in Akavir (He could come back...)

      The Hero of Kvatch is Sheogorath, the daedric prince of madness.

      Wait a second... Talin is dead? When? Why?     D:

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    • Age. Unless you made your Talin an elf.

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    • There's also the theory that Talin and the Agent are the same person.

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    • It seems like a good theory until you consider how weak the agent was at the start of Daggerfall compared to End-Game Talin.

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    • Ok, here's mine. Part of it is in the fanfiction story Ice and Fire: Total War.

      After vanquishing Alduin, killing Harkon, defeating Miraak, and putting an end to the Civil War, Anslaf Delmar, known as the Blackwolf for his custom-made set of ebony wolf armor, eventually married Serana Volkihar, and settled down in Lakeview Manor. There, they became the proud parents of twins, Aldrich and Anna. He also became involved in teaching Erik the Slayer, showing him how to become a proper warrior.

      After the World War, (which was the joint name for two seperate conflicts; the War of Four Kings and the Second Great War, when they became joined later on.), Ansalf continued on his life at Lakeview manor much as before, watching his children grow into adulthood, and also had a hand in the Empire's transformation into the First Republic of Tamriel, as his experience with monarchies, especially in Westeros, had left a bad taste in his mouth. He eventually authored one of the most reclaimed philosophical and political works of the age, Ruling and Serving. At the extremely old age of 110 years, the most celebrated hero on the planet died peacefully, followed shortly their after by his beloved wife. The people of the Republic mourned their passing; even ambassadors of the Houses Stark and Redson from Westeros came to pay thier respects for the late hero. They were buried in a grand tomb built by the Nords, second only to Ysgrammor's tomb, near the place where his journey began, Helgen.

      As for his apprentice, Erik the Slayer, he stayed in Westeros after the war's end, and married Sansa Stark. Founding the House of Redson, he was granted Lordship by King Stannis Baratheon, who had signed a formal alliance with Queen Daenerys Targaryen, Ruler of the restored Valaryian Empire in centeral Essos. His lands, as he was a vassal of House Stark, consisted of a third of House Bolton's lands, and his castle, Springhall, was built using the old stones of Harrenhal. He mantained a close and loyal friendship with the Starks, as did his descendents after him. Erik Redson, Lord of Springhall, passed away at the age of 83, and was buried next to his wife in the tombs below his castle.

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    • I enjoyed this one. It hardly breaks any lore at all, and it's interesting furthermore. However, Serana is a vampire, so she is immortal, remember? 

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    • There is an option to cure her after the Dawnguard storyline as I recall.

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    • I forgot about that. Thank you. But doesn't she also turn down marriage?

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    • That she does, I believe.

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    • Karonor Pinewood wrote:
      Age. Unless you made your Talin an elf.

      okay

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      I enjoyed this one. It hardly breaks any lore at all, and it's interesting furthermore. However, Serana is a vampire, so she is immortal, remember? 

      Yes, but their is the option to cure her after the Dawnguard questline is complete.

      Also there are marriage mods on the Nexus. ;)

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    • I know about that. Previous comments.

      And for those on console, like me?

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    • (Well, here is another one, since I just finished my Breton Battlemage playthrough.)

      Before Helgen:

      Eridrick Geven was the son of a Breton serving girl and the Redguard lord of Rihaad. His mother left the castle as soon as she became pregnant, and fled to Jehanna.

      Erdrick grew up in the lower class, so he started stealing from rich and giving to the poor. He was caught the third time, because he wore heavy armor and made too much noise. He ran for his life to Dragonstar, where he joined a caravan headed towards Morrowind.

      Eventually, he got in trouble with a Redoran councilor and had to flee again, this time to Skyrim. Thats where he was caught and taken to Helgen.

      After defeating Alduin, Miraak, and Harkon:

      After saving the world three times, and becoming Archmage, Erdrick started a rebellion in the town of Winterhold. Ulfric, who was still fighting the civil war, was unable to stop him. Erdrick's first action was declaring himself Magister-Lord of the hold, which made mages from all round Skyrim join his ranks. 

      He eventually rebuilt Winterhold to its former glory, and made sure all forms of magic were allowed. This included Necromancy. The people he ruled eventually began to embrace magic, even the Nords.

      When the Empire won the Civil War, they allowed Winterhold to stay independent, because it feared the power of it's Magi.

      The Magi of Winterhold eventually found a spell tome that could extend someone's life immensly, and they brought it to Erdrick. He of course used it, which was one of the bigest mistakes he had ever done.

      Erdrick lived 300 hundred years, watching as his friends and loved ones passed away while he still lived. During these 300 years, the Empire and the Dominion fought two times, both times ending in a cease fire. The White-Gold Concordat was lifted, but after the long period of persecution, very few people still worshipped him.

      When Erdrick finally died, the throne of Winterhold was given to his descendant. He was remembered as the God-King of Winterhold, who created a haven for all mages in Tamriel.

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      I know about that. Previous comments.

      And for those on console, like me?


      Then I am sorry. Your tale is of many sads. :'(

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    • If you have ever watched "Scatsbury" on Youtube, you know why I'm happy just playing Vanilla Skyrim. Though I DID have a rather hard time with some other crap, so I would like maybe just a few mods?

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      If you have ever watched "Scatsbury" on Youtube, you know why I'm happy just playing Vanilla Skyrim. Though I DID have a rather hard time with some other crap, so I would like maybe just a few mods?

      well scats chooses to use those mods

      i personaly have only lore friendly mods so the game is not fucked up

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    • Hmm. I mean, I know Scats chooses those mods, but his deer and bears slide across the floor, his cat has a grenade launcher, his kid has Daedric Armor, and there's a Triceratops.

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    • WTF... Why would someone make a pet out of a dinosaur?

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    • It was an enemy. Not a pet .

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    • After my Dragonborn, Lord Lovidicus (Just named him after the guy in Oblivion) had done everything that he ever could, after killing the great Ebony Warrior, he was mortally wounded from the fight., Lord Lovidicus knew he was going to die.  Instead of going to die normally he decided to die the way he should have long ago.  Lord Lovidicus returned to the ruins of Helgen and lied down at the chopping block and let the wounds kick in, eventually dying of blood loss. 

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    • Thats actually pretty sad...

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    • Interesting backstory. Most would have had their Dragonborn die a peaceful death, instead of in battle. Furthermore, I like how you decided for his final resting place to be at Helgen, where he was supposed to die at the beginning of the game.

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      Interesting backstory. Most would have had their Dragonborn die a peaceful death, instead of in battle. Furthermore, I like how you decided for his final resting place to be at Helgen, where he was supposed to die at the beginning of the game.

      Thanks man.

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    • Dante knew he hadn't seen it all. Yes he'd become an arch mage and slain more dragons than he could count but skyrim was large, nirn was large heck he wanted to see the planes of obilvion. Tamriel would be safe for the rest of his very long lifetime and he had but one objective: Explore. He realised throughout his adventures he never owned a home that wasn't shared with vampire hunters or mages, so he kept that way. He roamed the lands unconvinced he'd really reached the full capacity of magic; devoted in his study and ready for adventure he set off. He became immensely powerful his expanded dragon life span making it easier for decades upon decades of research, possibly centuries. He wrote his own spell tomes and even managed to create a spell that let him roam the planes (which he learnt was not a good idea after teaching it to rookie mages, who were never seen again). As he grew in age he realised dragon souls and personal longetivity could only last so long. He gathered all he owned: Tomes, scrolls, robes, armour, books, enchanted items, everything down to the last septim. He created a tomb for himself the items stored within for only the bravest of warriors. He gathered dragons, atronachs, thralls and other enemies to guard the tomb; none of them foolish enough to resist him. After Winterhold's new arch mage almost bested him in attempt to gain his power, Dante knew his days were ending. He travelled to High Hrothgar and died peacefully surrounded by the descendants of greybeards who once trained him. His immense power let his soul roam the planet instead of passing on. He used his new found permanent spectral form to explore the world, but also look after adventurers who'd taken on more than he could handle. Occasionally taken on a physical form he protected and guided travellers and trained mages he was named a saint of Magic and journeys and was and continued to be revered throughout the land until the next dragonborn came along, ready to accept a new dovahkiin he left a message for him on a wall in dragon tongue, a message about the greybeards and warning about alduin but there was one word high lighted: FUS

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    • No problems with that one.

      Except you play as the LAST dragonborn in Skyrim.

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    • ^

      Same idea as Karonor.

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    • Taranur defeated the worst threats to Tamriel that he encountered.

      The Vampire that would be the lord of an eternal night proved to be no match for a sword granted by a Goddess.

      The Dragon that would eat the World will have to try again some later time. Maybe next time he will learn to Shout a little louder.

      The Priest who wanted to game a Prince of Hell? Should have hopped a Dragon Air express away before someone showed up who could kill you with an arrow to the knee!

      The known pitiful few who thought that murder for hire was an honorable thing had long since been eradicated. No trace could be found in Skyrim of be rumored survivors.

      Infiltrated by one cleverer than themselves, the organized crime gang waits for an agent of change who is happy to see them remain mucking around in a sewer to no purpose.

      Sister of my race. Dog of prejudice. No wards were enough to stop vengence from shouting you out of bed and death for you and you consort. And every one of your guards. They did not die because they were of our race, they died because they chose to be Thalmor.

      Part One

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    • 4E 201, The 16 of Heartfire

      Kaiju Hikari stood at the peak of The Throat Of The World, looking at Skyrim below him. Kaiju knew that Alduin would return, but he did not worry. He had planned for this the whole time, from the moment he learned he was the Last Dragonborn. Kaiju had placed himself in every posistion of power available: The Harbinger of the Companions, The Archmage of Winterhold, The Listener of the Dark Brotherhood,  and the Thane of every hold in Skyrim. He would join all the different factions in Skyrim against the World-Eater to keep this world from ending. But first, the Aldmeri Dominion would have to be either demolished or brought under the Dragonborn's control to keep another war from starting. Kaiju would have to keep himself alive for this long task, as he couldn't let somebody else take this burden. The price of keeping Tamriel safe would be to great for any one man or woman to carry without going insane. That's why Kaiju would use the wisdom from dragons he slayed to keep himself from dying or going insane. Kaiju began to walk down to Paarthurnax to consult his plans with the wise dragon...

      4E 204, The 21st of Frostfall, Three Years Later...

      Kaiju stood over the pile of dust that had once been the leader of Vampire Clan Volkihar, Harkon. The vampire's plans would have ruined any hope of stoping Alduin, so therefore the Dragonborn had ended his undead life. There would have to be some adjusting to his plans of keeping Alduin at bay, for the existence of Serana and Valerica meant that any vampire with the courage and smarts to steal Auriel's Bow and kill Serana would be able to block out the sun forever. Kaiju planned to eliminate any vampires that couldn't fit into society, and start a blood donation organization to feed any vampire willing to follow the laws. The Dragonborn, now content with Skyrim, finally looked at the note he took from the corpse of the Dragon Cultists he had killed three years before...

      4E 205, The 25 of First Seed, One Year Later...

      Miraak was dead. Kaiju celebrated his death, but at the same time, he thanked Miraak for showing him the power of the Daedric Lords and their artifacts. Kaiju decided that to ensure Alduin's future defeat, they would need the power of the Daedra. He traveled all over Skyrim, gaining the favor and power of the Daedric Lords by any means necessary. To ensure Tamriel's safety, Kaiju threw away his friends, conscience, and morals. By the end of his search, he depended on the dragon souls to sustain his sanity.  But he had almost completed his task. When Alduin came back, he would use all the power he had gained to seal the World-Eater in a seperate plain of Oblivion.

      4E 410, Two Hundred and Five Years Later

      Alduin has returned, and soon, all the planning and sacrifices I made to protect Tamriel will now pay off. Even as I write in this journal, the final battle rages. Many of my friends are dead, and soon, I will be too. What my army doesn't know is that  bringing Alduin out of Mundus and into another realm will take all of the power I've saved in these last two hundred years. My children, who will live for another two hundred years like me, are to receive all I own and split it between the two. It is time to go into the final battle now.  I shall be joining my friends in Sovngarde soon. (Excerpt from "The Last Dragonborn, The Biography of Kaiju Hikari", by Kaiju Hikari)

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    • Here's about my High Elf, Urielius,

      500 years after Alduin's defeat, tired of the fate that was given to behest him, he asked Akatosh if he could have a shout that could travel back in time. Akatosh gave him the shout but he warned him that a dire consequence would be made if he used it. He travelled toward the Throat of the World, where time has been broken, and used the shout. As he travel back in time his body changed. He awakened back in time just before the dragons rule. The other dragons are somehow amazed as he has two arms and two legs and could stand just what a humanoid being could do. A dragon was somehow shocked when he used a shout that could bring forth life to the dead being. He then began to share his knowledge to the dovs and the mortals. Somehow his power began to increase and he began to ascend into a God. Akatosh(Aka Tosh/Auriel/Whatever) visited him and told him that his time to watch this world is nearly ending and he needs a heir in order to carry his name. He agreed and was given a place in Aetherial Planes and watched the world in its times of need. He changed his name into the title he was given into him, Akatosh.

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    • Venomfromthe60s wrote:
      Here's about my High Elf, Urielius,

      500 years after Alduin's defeat, tired of the fate that was given to behest him, he asked Akatosh if he could have a shout that could travel back in time. Akatosh gave him the shout but he warned him that a dire consequence would...

      amigo, your history is just fantastic :D

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    • The rest of it makes sense, except the end. I doubt Akatosh would give up his position like that (His time can't end, because he's a god). 

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      The rest of it makes sense, except the end. I doubt Akatosh would give up his position like that (His time can't end, because he's a god). 

      Or he has other worlds to watch.

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    • nice

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    • Ragnthor of the Isles was a nord who had dealt with the World Eater, destroyed Lord Harkon and killed the First Dragonborn. He had mastered the way of the warrior and was the Harbinger of the Companions. But the years had take there told. So he retired to his famlies farm outside of Whiterun, married his childhood sweet heart Lydia, adopted 2 children before Lydia blessed him with another 2, and settled into a farmers life. Sometimes people would stop by the farm and ask him about his adventures but mostly it was a peaceful life.

      15 years later. He was returning from town thinking about how good life had been. He was still strong and lived a full life. He had 4 grandchildren and was starting to have to beat off suiters from his youngest daughter. And he was still strong despite approaching 50 years old. Life was good. As he walked down the path toward his house he sensed something was wrong. He ran to the door and threw it open. Hanging from the second floor railing was Lydia, 3 arrows still sticking from her chest. Written on the wall in blood was a note telling him to bring 10,000 septims if he walked to see his children again. Walking up the stairs he cut his wife down and buried her on the hill overlooking the farm. Then he walked in the house and put on his armor and pulled his sword down from over the bed. He went to where the note told him. There was a group of bandits surrounding his children. He cut them down without a second thought. He told them to go to their older brother and that the farm was his. Then he shut the visor on his helm and walked over into the dusk.

      After that the stories differ. Some say that he died of old age, locked in a death struggle with a group of rebel stormcloaks. But there are others that tell of a old man, wearing worn armor and using a old chipped sword, that comes out of the mist and helps turn the tide of battles and saves the lives of travelers attacked by bandits. Maybe this is Ragnthor, who was blessed by the gods with eternal life to rid the world of bandits and wrong doers. But on thing is for sure. His great grandchildren, who own the farm to this day, say that on still nights, when there is a full moon and the stars of the warrior hang over the western sky there is a person how kneels next to Lydia's grave. If you can get close without him knowing you can heard him. Sometimes he sings a song, they say the one from their wedding, or you can hear him crying, morning the love of his life. However if you get too close he leaves. Lost on lonely spirit or imortal avenger, only the gods know for sure.

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    • JacksonMcBalthus wrote:
      Ragnthor of the Isles was a nord who had dealt with the World Eater, destroyed Lord Harkon and killed the First Dragonborn. He had mastered the way of the warrior and was the Harbinger of the Companions...

      ...Holy crap that was awesome and so well written!  Nice job!

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    • Deego the Honest, a khajiit pugilist from Elsweyr, had tracked his target seemingly across the entirety of Nirn. In the course of his pursuit he had found time to do some great things, some of which would prepare him for his final confrontation. His time with the companions had toughened his body, and would allow him to get a little... feral, should it be necessary. Becoming arch-mage of the college of winterhold had strengthened his mind, and given him opportunity to stuff a few tricks up his sleeves. His work for the thieves guild, while not exactly wholesome, did allow him to practice a few skills that could prove useful in finding his prey. His work in ending the dark bortherhood had proved his capability. Reuniting Skyrim and quashing the Stormcloak rebellion was a decent test of skill. And finally destroying Alduin had proved that he was ready.

      So all that was left to do was to find the coward, but no matter what he did Deego always seemed to be a step behind. Then, one day while heading in to Morthal for some supplies, there he was just standing there. Deego couldn't believe his eyes. After all these years, his quest would finally be over. After all these years he could return to Elswyr. To home. In a daze he approached the elusive khajiit, who simply looked at him and proudly proclaimed: "Ma'iq can travel fast across the land. Some lazy types take carriages. It is all the same to Ma'iq."

      Deego raised his fists, and deftly struck the rogue cat, staggering him. "Assault! Guards!" cried a voice nearby, and soon all the guards in Morthal were upon him, as well as a few civilians who fancied themselves warriors.

      The fight raged for nearly an hour, but in the end Deego stood victorious over the countless mangled corpses, leaving only Ma'iq cowering in the burned down house. Deego reared back, and struck the curr with all his might, instantly dropping him to his knees. With a roar of triumph, Deego reared back again to deliver his final blow, and struck Ma'iq square in the back. No response. Again and again Deego pounded the khajiit, and again and again nothing happened. Eventually Ma'iq stood back up, and Deego struck him down once more. Once again, his flurry of blows found purchase, but had no effect. "What sorcery is this?!' shouted Deego.

      The kneeling khajiit grinned and replied: "Didn't you know? Ma'iq is an essential character."

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    • Raven biter 114 wrote:


      JacksonMcBalthus wrote:
      Ragnthor of the Isles was a nord who had dealt with the World Eater, destroyed Lord Harkon and killed the First Dragonborn. He had mastered the way of the warrior and was the Harbinger of the Companions...
      ...Holy crap that was awesome and so well written!  Nice job!

      Thanks. I am actually writting a fan fic about this guy. And you get to see the awesome end. Like 50 chapters early.

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    • I wrote a fanifc about mine as well, but isn't giving the ending away already a bit spoiler-ish?

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    • Well that not how its going to be written out. And its how i write. I know the begining and the end. Its the middle part thats hard.

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    • I've already written the beginning of mine, and I have the ending planned out. So far, the three main heroes are invading a base of the Thalmor set in Morrowwind, near the border of Skyrim. 

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    • I'm 10 chapters in and have finally joined the Legion. Yours though, it sounds like its going to be awesome.

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    • I'm in on reading both of your fanfics

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    • JacksonMcBalthus wrote:
      I'm 10 chapters in and have finally joined the Legion. Yours though, it sounds like its going to be awesome.

      Thanks, a bit confusing, though. A machine combines the different Skyrim dimensions, and so several different Dragonborns meet and battle each other. The Thalmor also now have a Dragonborn on their side, and they've captured Odahviing, so the main Dragonborn gathers two others and goes to rescue him.

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      Dovahkiin47800 wrote:
      I'm in on reading both of your fanfics
      You can find them here...

      And mine live here:

      https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10803741/1/The-Dragonborn-comes-home

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    • JacksonMcBalthus wrote:
      DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      Dovahkiin47800 wrote:
      I'm in on reading both of your fanfics
      You can find them here...
      And mine live here...

      Mine:

      https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10215007/1/Ice-and-Fire-Total-War

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    • Stark of Winterfell wrote:
      Jack;sonMcBalthus wrote:
      DrGodzilla120 wrote:
      Dovahkiin47800 wrote:
      I'm in on reading both of your fanfics
      You can find them here...
      And mine live here...
      Mine...

      These are all very good (haven't got a chance to read all of your story's)

      P.S. maybe Lydia needs to spend less time punching Ragnthor in the face, kicking his his groin, and breaking his nose and the whole dimension thing is sorta confusing, but still they were all very well done 😁

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    • Alduin died in Sovngarde, he can't return.

      And the way he died proves that he lost his soul. if he does return he will be without his scales and therefore much weaker and not a "world-eater".

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    • If the Prince of Fate say so, its gotta be true

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    • Hermaeus Mora, Daedric Prince of the Unknown wrote: Alduin died in Sovngarde, he can't return.

      And the way he died proves that he lost his soul. if he does return he will be without his scales and therefore much weaker and not a "world-eater".

      Who are you talking to?

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    • DrGodzilla120 wrote:

      Hermaeus Mora, Daedric Prince of the Unknown wrote: Alduin died in Sovngarde, he can't return.

      And the way he died proves that he lost his soul. if he does return he will be without his scales and therefore much weaker and not a "world-eater".

      Who are you talking to?

      Me, I believe.


      And as for you, my many-tentacled friend, it's blatantly doubted by both Arngier and Paarthurnax that Alduin is truly "dead",  as in the mortal sense of the word. More like, "Banished from Mundus, cursed to wander the void of Oblivion until he embraces his role as a catalyst for change once more and has no more desire to usurp his 'father', Akatosh."


      This could be a big reason why the LDB didn't go nomming on tasty World-Eater soul after the last battle.

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    • RandomPhysicsNerd wrote:
      Deego the Honest, a khajiit pugilist from Elsweyr, had tracked his target seemingly across the entirety of Nirn. In the course of his pursuit he had found time to do some great things, some of which would prepare him for his...

      Dat ending.

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    • the last dragonborn IMRAN the DEATHBRINGER killed alduin then first sided with harkon  to gain the power  then turned on harkon and ended both him and mirrak then turned on the volkihar castle vampires and slayed them all then released the thralls. serena and her mother were allowed to live (as a manner of speaking) reformed the dawnguard that he destroyed with  the using of comrades like belrand as figureheads and then unlesh them upon the vampire of tamriel and clense the land. elliminates both esbern and delphine as he fails to make them understand the value of paarthurnaax as an insurance policy for the unknown future(somehow if a daedric prince is able to again invade tamriel and the dragonflight is needed and thus making paarthurnaxx invaluable) and take full control of the blades and gains their allegiance by simply being the dragonborn then using his position as the unifier of skyrim and the destroyer of dark brotherhood chapter of skyrim gains access to the power structure of the empire and puts his own comrades from the blades within that structure and turn certain week  willed members of the elder council into thralls thus gain more influence. turns certain members of the thieves guild with the promise of power and riches to a join a new spy organization for the empire but answerable to DB alone and puts the rest of the thieves guild to the sword along with the entire black briar family with maven's head put on spike for all to see and broli as the new jarl of riften. also use the collage disciples to infiltrate the synod and other mage guilds to make them more aligned with the wishes of the dragonborn. and after all the pieces are in place initiates events like assassinations of high elven royalty to restart the war between the the empire and the dominion and because of the various mechanitions in already in play keeps the wood elves and khajiit and other dominion allies away from the high elves and thus defeat the dominion and nulify the white gold treaty and achieve the supremacy of the empire over tamriel but at the last days of the war is killed by the  thalmor with the help of the dark brotherhood  and the rouge members of his own spy organization by a especially enchanted weapon crafted just to kill him but which does not change the course of war being lead by tulias and others and after the war the deathbringer is buried in an unmarked grave at a secret place in skyrim by the blades so to protect his remains and his secrets from the wrath of the multitude of enemies he made to secure the future of the empire. soon tales of his deeds start to appear all along the empire and the unsavory aspects of his deeds brushed aside  and IMRAN the DEATHBRINGER is renamed as IMRAN the SAVIOR and takes his place alongside other legends like ysgramor and tiber septim

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