While Tyr was dealing with the High Mage, Elasara wandered around the halls of Apocrypha as it was her favourite location in Skyrim when she played through the Dragonborn DLC. However she could actually take the books from the walls and the piles, she couldn't help but wonder what book Tyr read to give him his abilities. Elasara was pulled out of her thoughts by the Daedric prince Hermaus Mora himself.
"Why hello my child, if I am not mistaken you are like Tyr yes? There have been many people like you in the past, chosen by the gods to fight to save them when the mortals get too close." Hermaus Mora drifted past Elasara using its tentacles to pick very specific books and pages from the shelves, floor and air. Elasara followed the Daedric prince of knowlege as it talked about the people who had reincarnated into the world of Nirn as a self defense mechanism of the Gods for when the mortals threaten the lives of the Gods themselves, "They have a certain influence in your world that allows them to pull warriors who have a certain affinity depending on which God summoned them, an example of this is Tyr, Akatosh summoned him and he ended up being the child of the last Dragonborn making him Dragonborn." Hermaus Mora finally stopped at a desk and dropped the books it had been collecting down and turned around to the young High Elf, "If you were wondering, the God who summoned you to this world is Julianos and I have a feeling you will benefit from these books, even more then Tyr and his father did."
With that the mass of eyes and tentacles vanished, leaving Elasara alone with the piles of books and as she opened the first page of one with a crimson red cover a simple message popped up infront of her...
*Destruction Skill Level Increase*
Elasara quickly opened her skill tree window and to her suprise, her once level forty five Destruction had sky rocketed to level sixty. After recovering from her bewilderment she began reading all of the other books...
*Alchemy Skill Level Increase*
*Enchanting Skill Level Increase*
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Tyr wiped his blade as the High Mage and four of his guards stared blankly into space as he had kept his promise to Elasara, once he was done he turned to the last guard who was rightfully terrified of this monster before him.
"The only reason you're left virtually unharmed is because you showed kindness when the others didn't, kindness is repayed with kindness now I must ask a favour of you." Tyr walked up to the guard who had slightly calmed although he was still tensed up, "I need you to take these five directly to this new Altmer God and give him a message from me." He crouched down infront of the guard and pulled an envelope out of his back pocket and hands it to the young Altmer and places his free hand on his shoulder. The Altmer quickly relaxes and takes the envolope, he could tell that Tyr wouldn't attack him something about his voice was calming after what he had just witnessed. After a while Elasara returned to see if Tyr was done as a while ago the screams of the people who had caused her great distress had been granted a fate worse then Death.
"I shall send you to the Summerset Isles now, please don't panic." Before the young High Elf guard can ask what Tyr ment Skeletal arms errupt from the grounds and start dragging the group of Thalmor into the ground. After they where out of sight Elasara stared at Tyr in both respect and fear as Tyr displays his mastery over the Arcane. Tyr simply turned away and opened up a portal and quickly hops through, when Elasara walks through she is transported back to Sky Haven Castle on top of the battlements looking out over the surrounding area which was filled with Soldiers from all across Skyrim and weapons of war were being built. Tyr watched the scene below with a smile on his face and as Elasara approached him, he burst out laughing.
"I can't wait to meet this new Altmer God, because I'm bored the only real challenge I have is too busy ruling over Skyrim so this 'God' better not disappoint!" He quickly pushes Elasara back through the portal as a spear coated in darkness vapourises the upper half of the tower the two young heroes were standing on. Standing on the highest peak of the Jerall Mountians stands an Altmer whose magicka is so potent it surrounds its owner in a dark hue, in his hand was the letter from the son of the Last Dragonborn which read:
"I will be standing on the battlement of Sky Haven Castle which is closest too The Jerall Mountains, if you wish the same fate as the four worms you sent to declare war hit me with your best shot."
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As the Soldiers and the High King searched the rubble for survivours they found Tyr laying on the ground clutching his heart as he stared blankly at the messages before him.
Tyr can't help but laugh as this is the nearest he's come to Death in so long and just as soldiers were about to help him up he had disappeared and reappeared in front of the New Altmer God who was very pleased to see that Tyr had survived.
"So you are Tyr Septim, Child of the Last Dragonborn, Grandchild of Coldharbour and Heir to the throne of Skyrim and Castle Volkihar? I expected the Northern Dragon to be taller, especially with your reputation!" The High Elf stared at Tyr with a smug grin appearing on his face, "I must say I'm disappointed that a simple throw of my spear caused you such trouble, MY DISCIPLES ERASE THIS PEST FROM MY SIGHT!" With this over a hundred Thalmor soldiers appeared from thin air and either rushed towards the young Prince with swords drawn or cast expert level spells. However Tyr didn't move, nor did his smile leave his face as stared at the fake before him and opens his mouth and as the fire in his eyes looks hotter then the flames of Oblivion he shouts:
YOL DO JUL
With the casting of this shout each of the Hundred Thalmor soldiers ignites and are engulfed in flames as they all fall to the ground, leaving the Altmer God standing alone. Tyr stands back up and calmly asks, " What is your name, because I'm not calling you God especially when you're using that poor boy as a puppet."
" You can call me Mictlantecuhtli, and I am the Altmer God of Death."
"Ok Mictlan.... Ok Micky when we next meet you better not use a puppet because.." In the blink of an eye Tyr's sword pierced Mictlantecuhtli's puppet from behind, " This wasn't a fair fight."
"Call me that again and I will wipe Skyrim of the face of Nirn." As those last words left Mictlantecuhtli's lips, the dark Magicka shot out of the young Altmers body, this was the same Altmer whom Tyr had entrusted the challenge letter too. A green flame surrounded his hands as Tyr cast
(Sorry for the long wait and the shorter than usual chapter, I've been feeling rather burnt out recently and have been finding it hard to find the motivation to write. I hope you are all enjoying the story so far.)