Dragon Of The North: The Black Dragon Emperor

At the peak of the Throat of the World, in the darkened halls of High Hrothgar, a tall shadowy figure dressed in dark armored robes and a mask of jeweled ebony rested upon a throne made from polished black stone. The figure was unlike any other that walked the land. Though he was of the race of Men; he was Atmoran, from the original conquerors of Skyrim that sailed from the lands of Atmora of old and colonized Skyrim during the Merethic Era, but unlike his kin, he possessed long black hair and golden eyes that glowed from behind his ebony mask.

To the side of the throne was a massive black direwolf, it's metallic gold eyes glowing maliciously as it laid curled on the floor with his head at his master's feet. Years earlier when the Dragonborn had first found the wolf it had been the runt of the litter, but the wolf had grown quickly, reaching over nine feet when standing, the wolf was now bigger than any of his siblings.

As the figure sat on his throne, a sudden breeze swept through the desolate hall and ruffled the wolf's ebony fur. High Hrothgar was in the finest condition it had ever been in. The once old stone walls had long been replaced with fine white marble, while scores of doorways and large pillars laced with a variety of diamond and other jewels had been constructed in rows along the walls, and all about were sculptures and paintings and gilt scrollwork. Dozens of lanterns hung between the pillars, illuminating the hall in waves of radiant yellow light. Arching over the ceiling were engraved statues of dragons, roaring out in defiance. At the end of the hallway rested two colossal black doors, accented by shimmering silver glyphs that spanned both sides.

The corridor on the left side closest to the throne, led to the arcanaeum, a room even bigger than the great hall and was filled with thousands of scrolls, books and spell tomes. It was the one place in all of Tamriel where one could find the knowledge to learn all there was to know about magic or the history of ancient civilizations lost now to time. The Dragonborn had personally spent the better part of six centuries delving into numerous underground ruins across the whole of Tamriel and beyond to retrieve many of the lost scrolls and spell tomes that now resided within the walls of the arcanaeum.

The corridor opposite of the arcanaeum led to the treasury, an enormous room containing all the wealth of High Hrothgar. Several large mountains of gold and silver coins along with all different manners of gemstones, both cut and uncut lined the walls of the vault, while the vault's floor was blanketed with stacks deep enough to obscure the feet of any who walked through them. Among the golden heaps, large display cases containing jewelry and other ancient artifacts sat upon cushions of beautiful red silk. All the wealth on the inside of the chamber, had taken centuries to obtain, some being more powerful than others, but all of them priceless, and more often than not, the more valuable the artifact, the more danger came with trying to retrieve it. The Dragonborn's favorite was a palantír, a ball of indestructible crystal similar to a sigil stone that allowed its user to communicate with others and to see events happening in other parts of the world, whether in the past or future.

While the Grey Beards received credit for building High Hrothgar, the Dragonborn was the one responsible for its new growth in power and enormous wealth. Some of it was plundered from war, but the rest he had obtained over the years adventuring as an apprentice whenever the Grey Beards had sent him on a trial to test his ability with the Thu'um.

But that was many centuries ago when he was weak and unfamiliar with the level of power at his fingertips. Now he was far more powerful, more experienced and now any competition in power he would have previously encountered in the past were quickly rendered insignificant and inferior, as his dragon's soul had allowed him to delve into secrets of magic and Oblivion that none had been able to do before.

A pang of ancient memories struck the dark figure as he began to reminisce about the past.

It has been over four thousand years since he had joined the Blades in their battle against the dragons and he had bested the World Eater, Alduin. Four thousand years since he had sided with the Imperials and the empire to end the war against the rebel Stormcloaks that had raged across his home land of Skyrim; as to ensure that the empire could fully recover from the outcome of the Great War against the Third Aldmeri Dominion two decades prior.

When the rebellion had finally come to an end, he had received a summon from the elderly emperor, and once he reached the Imperial City, the emperor, Titus Mede the second willingly stepped down as emperor, and turned over the throne to the Dragonborn. His Dovah sil humming with approval as he sat on the Ruby Throne.

Within days of his coronation, the Dragonborn abolished the White-Gold Concordat. Angered by his actions, the Thalmor ambassadors began threatening him to accept another treaty much worse than the White-Gold Concordat or face war with the Dominion. These terms the Dragonborn rejected angrily, before he severed the heads of the Thalmor ambassadors and sent them back to the Aldmeri Dominion in a box.

He then began to employ Dark Brotherhood assassins to take out key leaders of the Aldmeri Dominion before they had a chance to gather their forces, while also arranging riots and natural disaster through his use of the Thu'um, in the form of heavy storms, raging cyclones, floods and droughts, using them to plague the high elven city, while the few remaining Thalmor agents were hunted down and executed by members of the Dark Brotherhood and the Blades alike until the Imperial Army was able to take the city with little-to-no resistance.

Once the conquest was over, the Dragonborn had his armies return home to the mainland, while he returned to High Hrothgar, where the foundations of his new empire took root… Under his rule, the people of Tamriel prospered and the races united. Petty civil wars, religious wars, wars of ascension, and cold wars had all come to an end. But that still wasn't enough to sate his dovah sil, his dragon soul, as even now he could feel his soul yearning for yet another conquest.

Talion stood from his throne and walked down the shallow stone steps before making his way through the quarter-mile-long archway that led to the main courtyard, the wolf following suit. When he arrived, he spotted a large group of man and woman dressed in black robes lined golden plates that resembled dragon scales standing guard above the battlements overlooking the courtyard.

Dovah Sonaak. Dragon Priest.

A smile crossed the Dragonborn's lips as he watched them. The Dragon Priest were once the loyal servants of the ancient dragons of Skyrim, and were granted extraordinary powers and knowledge in the arcane arts as they ruled over other mortal in their god's names with an iron fist, ultimately leading to menkind to rebel against the Dragons and their loyal priest, sparking the Dragon War. At the start of the war mankind was woefully outmatched and easily defeated by the Voices of the Dragons. But that all changed when the God Kyne intervened and sent Parrthurnax, the first lieutenant and younger brother of Alduin, to assist mankind. Paarthurnax agreed, betraying his kin and teaching the powers of the Voice to mankind, creating the first of the Voice. This led mankind to create a shout known as Dragonrend, formed from the immense hatred of the Dragons' tyranny and oppression of mortals. The effects of the shout caused the immortal children of the god of time to crash to the earth as they were forced to experience the concept of mortality. With this new weapon over the dragons, the three Nord heroes, Hakon One-Eye, Felldir the Old and Gormlaith Golden-Hilt, fought Alduin at the battle at the summit of the Throat of the World, before Felldir used an Elder Scroll to banish Alduin from the flow of Time, creating the Time Wound.

With this decisive victory over the dragons, mankind continued in its rebellion, eventually overthrowing the Dragon Priest and forcing the survivors of the Dragon Cult to scatter and hide in various places throughout Tamriel, even as mankind continued in their slaughter of the Dovah.

And although the Dragon War had happened centuries before he was proclaimed Dragonborn by the Grey Beards, Talion had come across many of them as liches in his travels and in his early years he had found them to be the most powerful foes he had faced. And it was around that time many centuries ago that the Dragonborn had succeeded in creating a new breed of the ancient order. Many had advised against him bringing back the Dragon Cult, including the Blades, for they saw it as a slight against their order, but he had made it clear that this new breed of Dragon Priest where not like those that came before them, but in fact more akin to them Blades themselves, with the added fact that they would be peacekeepers, healers, scholars, magicians and fluent in the dragon's tongue, as the Blades held no love for dragons and an ever changing tolerance for magic. He also made it known that his new order of Dragon Priest would have no ties to that of the old order.

Within months after having completely reconstructed High Hrothgar to resemble that of

Sky Haven Temple after his destruction, the Dragonborn had begun traveling across Tamriel to various orphanages, and adopted one or two orphans at a time before returning to High Hrothgar where he taught them the art of magic and swordplay and the Thu'um.

Talion stood some distance away from them, his hands clasped behind his back while his enhanced senses scented the evening air. Next to him, the wolf stood surveying the area. After a while of standing there, they then moved away in the direction of the stairs that led to his own chambers. The inside of the room was similar to his chamber when he served as Arch Mage at the college of Winterhold and stretched seventy feet high and sixty feet across. In the center of the disk-shaped chamber stood, hovering over to a stone pedestal was the The Eye of Magnus.

The Eye of Magnus was an immensely powerful ancient magical artifact first discovered by the Atmoran settlers during the late Merethic Era, when the first group led by Ysgramor came to Skyrim and built the city of Saarthal. During their excavation, they discovered the Eye, but out of fear at not knowing what it was, tried to keep it buried. That eventually all changed when Snow Elves discovered the Eye, and attempted to covet the power for themselves. They assaulted Saarthal, hoping to capture the Eye, but Ysgramor rallied his forces and fought them back in an event known as the Night of Tears. The Snow Elves slaughtered the Atmorans until only Ysgramor and his sons survived, and driven by revenge, Ysgramor and his sons traveled back to Atmora to rally the Five Hundred Companions. Returning once again the Atmorans battle the Snow Elves until the elves were defeated in the Nordic-Falmer War and Skyrim was recaptured, they hid the Eye back within Saarthal and buried it deep below the earth, where it remained hidden until the Dragonborn and Tolfdir, an elderly Nord mage at the College of Winterhold, discover a draugr by the name of Jyrik Gauldurson, one of the sons of the ancient arch-mage Gauldur, guarding the massive orb.

The Dragonborn had attempted to slay the draugr but quickly discovered that the Eye was allowing for Gauldurson to become invulnerable to all sources of damage, both magical and physical. The Dragonborn had then begun to cast master level destruction spell at the Eye temporarily disabling it and allowing for the Dragonborn to finally damage and kill Jyrik.

After slaying the draugr and returning to the college, the Dragonborn had begun researching the Eye of Magnus. He then had discovered the necessary research material hidden away deep within Fellglow Keep, a ruined fort located northeast of Whiterun. Afterward, Quaranir, a member of the Psijic Order, visited the Dragonborn, and told him how powerful and dangerous the eye was and instructed him to seek out the Augur of Dunlain. That had led him to then research an ancient, powerful staff which shared mystical ties to the Eye of Magnus, known as the Staff of Magnus.

According to Mirabelle Ervine, a Breton mage and the Master Wizard of the College of Winterhold, the staff was the only object adequate enough to contain the power of Magnus. A group of mages called the Synod had been known to be searching for the staff as these mages had been known to hoard relics, in the hope that they could consolidate enough power and exert it over the College of Winterhold and other parts of Tamriel. After retrieving the staff from the Labyrinthian, an ancient Nordic ruin, before returning to the College, where the Dragonborn soon learned what a Thalmor agent by the name of Ancano, had managed to tap into the power of the Eye and had gained tremendous power.

Using the staff, the Dragonborn broke through the Eye's magical barrier before using the staff to absorb the power of the Eye and defeat Ancano. Afterwards Quaranir, Gelebros and Tandil from the Psijic Order appear within the college before the Dragonborn and the Arch mage Savos Aren.

Quaranir then argued that the world is not ready for the Eye's unlimited power and that the Psijic Order will guard it but the Dragonborn was having none of it and as the one to have discovered it he and instead he sealed it away within his personal void space until he could find a way to tap into and channel the Eye's power. Quaranir, Gelebros and Tandil were not happy with his decision but later they relugdenly agreed before teleporting away.

The Dragonborn had then spent the next hundred years researching a way to safely harness the immense power of the Eye, before he managed to successfully absorb and wield the Eye's power. He had then placed the Eye within his personal chamber, where it had remained for the better part of four thousand years.

He made his way to the center and stood before the floating orb, flecks of blue lights reflected from the arcane orb and spun around the chamber's walls in a dazzling display. As he stood before the Eye, a sudden bolt of thunder tore across the sky from outside, followed by a rumbling, booming voice that shook High Hrothgar down to its very foundation. It said the words: "DOV-AH-KIIN!" Then a tear in the fabric of reality opened above the eye before a bolt of lightning sprang from the tear and smote Talion on the breast before everything went black.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a rewrite of a story I wrote earlier this year, after having logged back into Skyrim after three years and I decided to write a crossover where my Dragonborn OC is transported into the world of the Inheritance Cycle and bonded to a dragon hatchling. While many things from the Inheritance Cycle will remain the same, there are parts with some changes to better build upon the characters and story.

CONTEXT!

STORY AND CHARACTER POINTS: Talion is the Dragonborn that became immortal after devouring Alduin's soul (this also gave him the power to do dragon shouts he wouldn't have been able to before) and is over four thousand years old but is physically twenty.

APPAREL: In this chapter he's wearing Miraak's robes plated with ebony scales rather than the gold-amber color of the original scales. He's also wearing dragonscale gauntlets and Miraak's boots with the same changes. The mask he is wearing is an ebony version of the Renegade Dragon Priest Mask from Scalecaller(ESO) with a single clear diamond encased in the forehead of the mask. The Dragonborn wears two rings on his right hand; on his ring and index fingers he wears two pale gold versions of the Ring of the Erudite. The necklace he wears is the legendary Amulet of Kings! The blade of his sword, Ultear, is the shape of a dragonbone sword while being made from ebony with the carvings similar to an ancient Nordic sword.

APPAREL ENCHANTMENT: Absorb Magicka. (Ebony mask). Regenerate Fortify Health. (Amulet of Kings). Fortify Dragon Shouts 25%, Regenerate Fortify Magicka. Miraak's Robes(Ebony plated). Fortify Dragon Shouts 15%, Fortify Warrior Branch. (Miraak's Gloves(Ebony plated). Regenerate Fortify Magicka. (Index Finger). Regenerate Fortify Health. (Pointer Finger). Fortify Dragon Shouts 10%, Fortify Carry Weight, Muffle. (Miraak's Boots(Ebony plated). Absorb Health Fire Damage. (Ultear).

Talion is also Champion to several Daedric Princes including, Azura, Jyggalag, Mirida, Sanguine and his favorites Hircine who granted the Dragonborn the ability to shapeshift into multiple other forms rather than one and Nocturnal who granted the Dragonborn the ability to turn his body into a shadow that cannot be touched by normal means and the added ability to fade into shadows allowing him to move swiftly.