Fallout: Blood & Steel

A Fallout/Elder Scrolls crossover

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Chapter One: The First Dragonborn vs the Last Dragonborn

The Summit of Apocrypha.

At the Summit of Hermaeus Mora's realm of Oblivion, Apocrypha, two individuals faced each other. One clad in royal purple robes wearing a mask seemingly made of golden metal shaped in the sinuous limbs & appendages of a cephalopod. The other was clad in black armour composed of dark metal chainmail with the scaly hide of some great beast in some places. The man also wore a dark full helmet that had the symbol of a white dragon embossed on the forehead and beneath the helm glinted a pair of purple eyes the colour of amethyst gemstones.

Both men stared at each other for a moment before the robed and masked man spoke in a deep resonating voice. "Here we are, Dovahkiin. At the Summit of Apocrypha, to decide the fate of Nirn," he said addressing his opponent. His opponent didn't say anything, he merely drew from his hip a simple but no less magnificent looking sword with the blade the colour of dark smoke and the hilt made of darker metal with a large flawless ruby embedded in the centre of the guard.

The robed and masked man tilted his head slightly before commenting, "And here I thought we were going to have a civilised discussion before this," he commented carelessly as though he knew this would be his opponent's reaction. "Very well. If you're so eager to die, then let us begin!" he said as he pulled from his own hip, a large bladed and single edged sword and materialising in his other hand a green staff seemingly made of tentacles as well.

'Dovahkiin' held his sword in both hands ready to fight. The robed/masked man then bellowed out three loud words.

MUL QAH DIIV!

In a flash of light, the robed/masked man was encased in golden glowing translucent armour adorned with spikes and edges, giving him a draconic look almost. Dovahkiin took in a breath before shouting the same words as his opponent.

MUL QAH DIIV!

Then Dovahkiin too was encased in glowing golden armour as his enemy. His enemy gave a laugh before saying, "So, you too have learned all the Words to possess this power? This will be interesting!" he said before charging towards Dovahkiin who charged at him too.

Each of them swung their swords at the other and there was an almighty boom as the blades of their swords collided with one another. Sparks flew as blades clashed and grinded against each other as the two men fought each other. Dovahkiin shouted another three words.

SU GRAH DUN!

A small tempest of wind encircled Dovahkiin's sword and he began striking harder and faster at his opponent, even inflicting a few wounds on the man. The robed/masked man did not cry out in pain instead he only shouted once more.

WULD NAH KEST!

The robed/masked man zoomed over to another part of the Summit and his weapons disappeared in a flash and his hands were filled with lightning. Dovahkiin turned to face his enemy and sprinted at his enemy with a speed that would make many athletes jealous, especially given he was wearing such heavy looking armour.

The robed/masked man simply cast streams of lightning from his hands at Dovahkiin. The streams of arcane energy collided with Dovahkiin, but he simply kept charging forward at his opponent. Then the robed/masked man shouted three words just as Dovahkiin shouted three words as well.

STRUN BAH QO!

Then there was a roar of howling winds and torrential rain and thunder and lightning filled the skies as those words were bellowed out by the two combatants. Tornadoes filled the skies and began ripping up everything in the realm, the murky waters of Apocrypha churned and frothed into a seething mess.

Still, both combatants fought on, uncaring of the devastation caused by their actions. Then in the heavens of Apocrypha, a roiling mass of tentacles and eyes looked down at the summit and a deep voice filled with anger spoke.

"YOU FOOLS! I WILL NOT SUFFER THE DEVASTATION OF MY REALM! I BANISH YOU BOTH!" roared the voice and streaking down from the heavens, were sinuous tentacles and appendages that wrapped around the fighters and dragged them up into the heavens.

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The Commonwealth Wasteland. The town of Concord.

Belle Smith ducked behind he ruined burnt out shell of a car was a hail of bullets flew over her head. Adrenaline was coursing in Belle's veins as she fumbled with the 10mm pistol in her hands. The gun was an unfamiliar weight in her hands, even though she had been given some lessons by Nate on how to shoot a gun. But those valuable gun lessons seemed a distant memory as the men and women wearing crude leathers fired on her position. Sophie had some help in the form of the go that she had found at the Red Rocket Station just outside Sanctuary Hills, as well as the man who was perched on the Balcony of the Museum of Freedom taking shots at the attackers with some type of laser rifle.

As the gunfire lulled, Belle peered out from her hiding spot and quickly pulled her head back as more bullets flew towards her. Checking her pistol, Belle found she had half a clip with one clip to spare. For backup and close quarters, she had an old tire iron she had found in the decaying corpse of a dog, but Belle sincerely hoped she wouldn't have to engage these people in close combat. Amidst her meagre supplies, she possessed a couple of stimpaks and some anti-radiation drugs; the stimpaks would be invaluable but would have to be used sparingly.

One of the leather-wearing men shouted orders and Belle heard the thudding of footsteps and she hurriedly pulled out the tire iron that she had thrust in her belt and prayed for God to help her or send help.

And it seemed God chose to answer Belle's prayer as a massive thunder bolt cracked open the sky and a streak of lightning crashed into the cracked asphalt of the street, leaving a shallow crater. Standing, or kneeling in the crater was an enormous looking figure clad in black armour and holding a sword in one gauntleted fist. The figure also wore a dark helmet that concealed his or her face, but the helmet seemed typical of a knight's full helm. Belle stared at the knight, for what else could it be, and her opponents stared as well. The knight then rose to his feet and Belle had to guess that the knight must be close to seven feet in height and strong as well, although it could just be the armour talking.

The knight looked at his surroundings before noticing the raiders and the knight's head tilted to one side as if curious as to what it was seeing. One of the raiders came to his senses and fired his pistol at the knight. The bullet just seemed to bounce of the knight's armour. The knight then lifted its sword and stalked towards the raiders.

"Light him up!" one of the raiders hollered and the raiders fired their guns on the knight who didn't seem all that bothered by the gunfire. Then one of the raiders ran forward armed with a machete and swung at the knight who simply his/her sword at the raider and diagonally bisected the raider in half from left hip to right shoulder. Belle felt her stomach roil in revulsion and she fought the urge to throw-up as she saw the blood, gore and innards of the raider as both halves of said fell to the ground.

The other raiders began firing their guns in earnest and the knight moved like a wraith, slashing them into pieces and cuttings heads off shoulders. Soon the enemy was dead, and the knight wiped his/her sword with a rag before sheathing it. Belle emerged from her hiding spot and cautiously approached the knight. The knight turned his/her head to regard her but made no outward aggressive stance. Then the man on the balcony shouted down at them.

"Hurry! There's more inside! They're almost through the door! Grab that laser musket!" the man yelled before entering the building. The knight made no response and kicked open the door to the museum and walked inside. At a loss, Belle grabbed the object lying on the ground and was surprised to see that it looked like a laser rifle with a crank system. Grabbing the microfusion cells scattered nearby, Belle followed the knight inside the museum and her canine companion followed them indoors as well.

It turned out Belle didn't need to do much as the mystery knight had simply slaughtered all the attackers and was waiting for her at the top floor by the door. The knight's sheer height reached past the doorway by a few inches. Belle guessed the armour must've given the knight a few inches, for very few people could reach such a height unless they had good genetics. Belle also fought down another urge to throw-up as she passed the quickly cooling corpses of the attackers.

The man who had been on the balcony was waiting for them. He had dark skin identifying him as African-American and wore some kind of uniform with a hat that had the brim pinned on one side. From the look of the man, Belle could see that he looked exhausted and tired if the way his grip on his weapon and his stance shook ever so slightly and there were dark rings under the man's eyes showing a lack of rest and sleep.

"I dunno who either of you are, but your timing's impeccable," the man said gratefully. "Preston Garvey. Commonwealth Minutemen," he introduced himself.

"Belle Smith," Belle greeted politely. She then looked at the knight who spoke in a deep masculine voice.

"Call me Dragonborn," was all he said.

Belle blinked; that sounded like something out of the Grognak comics she used to read with Nate. Although the armour 'Dragonborn' wore seemed more like something out of Tales of Chivalry than Grognak the Barbarian.

But there were more pressing matters to attend to, so Belle looked at Preston and said, "Minutemen, have I gone back in time?" she asked.

"Protect the people at a minute's notice. That was the idea and why I joined up," replied Preston. "But lately, I've been failing that," he admitted. "We came all the way from Quincy when it was attacked by the Gunners and we numbered about thirty at the time," he said.

"Gunners?" Belle repeated the name in confusion.

"A gang of mercenaries who act more like raiders but with better weapons," Preston explained before continuing his story. "We moved up to Lexington, but raiders and Ghouls wiped most of us out, and everyone you see here are all that's left," he said.

"Ghouls? What are they?" Belle asked.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Preston commented before saying, "Ghouls are… irradiated people from when the Great War happened. Most Ghouls are okay, they look really fucked up from all the radiation, but the ones I'm talking about are feral ghouls; the radiation has rotted their brains and they attack anything they see barring feral ghouls like themselves or normal ghouls," he explained.

Belle's mind was boggled by what she was told; she knew that the world had changed since she had been in the ice box so to speak, but this seemed more like some sci-fi movie than reality.

Dragonborn then spoke, "What brought you here?" he enquired, his voice deep and respectful and Belle felt herself standing to attention as though she were in some military commander's presence.

"After Lexington was bust, we made our way here," Preston said to the massive knight. "Mama Murphy over there said that she had seen a place that we could call home, a place called Sanctuary," he explained.

"That's where I'm from," Belle almost blurted out before stopping herself.

"Really? Was there anyone else with you?" Preston asked.

"I just woke up in Vault 111, I'd been frozen since the bombs fell," Belle admitted. Preston stared at her dumbfounded and Dragonborn looked at although his helm hid his face from everyone in the room.

"You were from before the War?" Preston asked. "Well, welcome to the world, or what's left of it," he said with a weak smile.

"Yeah, it's not what I remember," Belle said rubbing the back of her neck with one hand.

"You were attacked by these raiders once you came here," Dragonborn then said to Preston who nodded and said, "Yeah, they must've followed us from Lexington. They killed my buddies and we holed up in here, hoping someone would come help us," he said. "And it looks like you two came and did just that," he added with a grateful smile.

"I didn't do much, Dragonborn did," Belle admitted feeling a little ashamed that she had just sat there and did nothing.

"Well, regardless, our troubles aren't over," Preston said. "I spotted one of the raiders fleeing and no doubt he's coming back with the rest of his buddies," he added. "But, we do have a plan. Sturges, tell our friends," he then said to a man wearing denim overalls who had been sitting at a computer terminal.

"You might've seen on the roof of this building an old Vertibird helicopter, right?" Sturges asked Belle and Dragonborn. Belle nodded and replied, "I did, what's so special about it?" she asked.

"Well, that Vertibird has an old minigun attached to it, and even better, a sweet cherry T-45 suit of power armour," Sturges replied.

"Minigun and power armour? Now we're talking!" Belle said with a grin.

"Yeah, but the problem is the suit's outta juice," Sturge then said and Belle's mood soured slightly. "But, lady luck has left us a fusion core down in the basement," he added.

"But it's behind a locked door?" Belle asked already knowing the answer.

"It is," Sturges nodded ashamedly. "I build stuff, I tinker, but I'm not a locksmith by any means, if you can open the door and get that fusion core, stick it in the suit and rip off the minigun, we can send those raiders packing!" he declared.

"I can handle the lock," Dragonborn suddenly and he then left the room, his heavy footsteps thudding the floorboards with each step. Belle stared after the man, but then the old woman, Mama Murphy spoke up, "Don't you worry about him, kid, he's a warrior. He can handle himself, but it'll be up to you to wear that power armour," she said.

"Me? Why?" Belle asked.

"I've seen it, kid, I see all sorts of things with the Sight," Mama Murphy replied. "And I've seen you and Dragonborn both," she then said.

"What have you seen?" Belle asked.

"You come from this world, but not of this time, you are from before the great War," said Mama Murphy. "You're searching for something precious to you, something that was stolen and to avenge the death of your husband," she added.

"H-how do you know that?" Belle said softly.

"I've seen it, kid, the Sight lets me see things no-one else has seen before," replied Mama Murphy.

"What about Dragonborn?" Belle asked curious to know of the mysterious knight who had left the room.

"Oh, he's a hero," Mama Murphy said with a sense of reverence and awe. Mama Murphy then seemed to slump in her chair and said, "I gotta rest now, go help Dragonborn," she said tiredly. Belle lingered for a moment before leaving the room. Preston went back to guarding the door.

Belle soon found Dragonborn in the basement, working over the lock with a lockpick. "D-do you need any help?" she asked nervously.

Dragonborn did not reply, but the door clicked open and the door swung inwards, revealing the building's power supply and stuck in the slot was a fusion core. Dragonborn pulled the long-life nuclear battery out and handed it to Belle and said, "Let's go." And striding past Belle, Dragonborn walked up the stairs leaving Belle scrambling to catch up with him. Dragonborn strode past Preston and Belle quickly followed Dragonborn up onto the roof where the suit of rusted but thankfully still usable T-45 power armour.

"So, you wanna jump in the suit?" Belle asked Dragonborn hoping he would take the job of wiping out the raiders. He was more than capable of it.

Dragonborn looked at the power armour before looking at Belle and saying, "You wear it," he said simply. Belle almost blanched and stuttered, "But, wouldn't you be more suited to wear it?" she asked.

"I've never worn power armour before, and it's not my style of armour," said Dragonborn. "I'm too big," he added. Belle nodded seeing that Dragonborn was indeed too big for power armour.

"Okay, here goes," Belle sighed. "But, you'll help against the raiders, right?" she asked hopefully.

"Aye, I'll help," Dragonborn said.

Slotting the fusion core into the back of the armour, Belle turned the valve and the back of the power armour hummed to life before opening itself up. Climbing into the armour which then sealed itself around Belle, she was greeted with the armour systems. Checking the power supply, Belle suppressed a groan of frustration as the power supply stated to be at 50% capacity. "Figures," Belle muttered to herself as she flexed the fingers of the power armour before taking the first ponderous step. It was a slow going as Belle took a moment to figure out the movements of the armour before taking more confident strides in the armour. Walking up the vertibird gunner seat, Belle then gripped the minigun in her hands and with a scream of metal ripping and sparks flying, she ripped the minigun off. The power systems then showed the ammo count of the heavy weapon; six hundred 5mm rounds in reserve with a hundred already loaded? More than enough.

Dragonborn stood at the edge of the building just as loud voices made themselves known.

"Hey! I think someone's on the roof!" bellowed a rough voice. Belle stepped up the edge of the building and saw a group of raiders assembled on the street below. One of the raiders spotted Belle and Dragonborn and yelled, "Shit! They got power armour! Fry them!" The raiders aimed their guns and a hailstorm of gunfire rang out into the midday sky. Belle hefted the minigun in her and simply aimed in the raiders' general direction and squeezed the trigger. The barrel of the minigun took a moment to spin up before it began spewing out hot lead at a dizzying rate of fire. Dragonborn then astonishingly raised his hands which were wreathed in purple flames before a spectral bow appeared in his hands and he began firing ghostly arrows. Belle wanted to stop and ask how he was doing that, but the bullets bouncing off her metal shell prevented her from stopping. Belle then focussed on trying to kill all the raiders on the street with Dragonborn firing his supernatural bow at them.

In truth, Dragonborn seemed to kill more of the raiders then Belle did; his magical arrows speared raiders through the head, neck or heart while Belle simply mopped up any raiders that tried to flee.

Then once all the raiders had fled or were killed, Belle then stopped firing her minigun and turned to speak to Dragonborn when a loud ominous roar broke the air. Belle looked to where the savage sound had come from.

Emerging from the sewers was something Belle would find haunting her dreams from this day on. It looked like a giant bipedal predatory lizard with thick curling horns, dark scaly skin, a thick heavy tail and enormous claws that looked as they could shred metal in seconds. Belle wanted to scream but she found no sound coming out her mouth. This thing was the stuff of nightmares.

Dragonborn didn't scream or say anything, he simply drew his sword and prepared to leap off the building. Belle wanted to stop him, but Dragonborn had already leapt of the edge and shouted a single word.

FEIM!

Dragonborn's form then seemed to turn ghostly and phantasmal and he landed on the street without a sound and his form turned solid once more. The monster gave a loud hissing roar and galloped forward. Dragonborn simply ran towards the creature. Belle wanted to shout a warning, but what chance did Dragonborn have against something that looked like death itself.

The beast swung one massive clawed hand at the knight who simply dodged the strike and swung his sword at the beast's face. There was a loud pained roar and a spurt of dark red blood as Dragonborn's sword sliced into the monster's face. The monster tried to backhand Dragonborn who ducked under the attack and thrust his sword into the creature's chest earning another pained roar and his sword stained crimson.

The beast backed away and began to circle Dragonborn who followed the beast's movement, his sword at the ready. Then with a roar, the beast swung its clawed hands at Dragonborn who simply slashed into the creature's chest and this time the beast fell to the ground, blood pooling around its dying body and gave a dying hiss before going still. Dragonborn wiped his sword clean and sheathed before turning around and headed back to the museum. Belle was so astonished by what she had witnessed. Preston who had been watching the battle through the window was stunned as well and his mind began whirling over the possibilities of having this Dragonborn join the Minutemen.

Belle made her way indoors and found Preston and his group assembled on the ground floor. Dragonborn entered the room and everyone looked at him in stunned awe. "What?" Dragonborn said.

"You… you killed a Deathclaw! Single-handedly!" Preston blurted. "It usually takes a full squad to take one down, but you slapped it around like it was nothing!" he nearly shouted.

"Dragonborn's killed things worse than Deathclaws, Preston," Mama Murphy said quietly. "Ain't that?" she asked looking at Dragonborn who shrugged his massive shoulders.

"Who are you?" Belle finally found her voice to ask the question on her mind about Dragonborn who looked at her for a moment before replying.

"A wandering sellsword to most, a friend to others," was all he said.

"But you're more than that, Dragonborn, I've seen it," Mama Murphy said. "You may call yourself a wandering sellsword, but where you're from, you're a hero, a demigod!" she stated with reverence.

"Some have called me such," Dragonborn said in a non-committal voice. "I don't really bother with it to be honest," he added.

"But you are a hero to people, and you help anyone who needs it," Mama Murphy said. "You say otherwise, but I know the kind of man you are, Dovahkiin," she added.

"It helps when I'm rewarded for my efforts, so there's that," Dragonborn replied casually. "I may be seen as a demigod to most, but I'm just someone looking to get paid," he said cynically.

"Well, I don't know how to thank either of you, but the Minutemen always remember their friends," Preston said then he pulled out from his pocket a bag of what Belle saw were bottlecaps. "Here, a reward for saving us all, to both of you," he explained as he handed the bag to Belle who commented, "Bottlecaps? What happened to dollars and cents?" she asked in confusion.

"It's just how it's always been," Preston shrugged his shoulders expressively as though it had always been the way.

"Guessing you don't use gold as currency then?" Dragonborn asked as he examined a bottlecap twisting it around in his gauntleted fingers.

"Well, gold is valuable, but everyone uses bottlecaps as currency," Preston admitted.

"Well, I'll take what I can get at this rate," Belle said as she pocketed the bottlecaps. "What will you do now?" she asked Preston.

"We're gonna head to Sanctuary and try and start a new life there," Preston replied. "I mean, if it's okay with you, seeing how you came from Sanctuary and all," he quickly said.

"It's no problem," Belle said reassuringly. "You're the first people I've met so far, I wouldn't say no to a little company," she added modestly. "But, I have to find my son," she then said earnestly.

"Your son is alive, I can feel his energy out there," Mama Murphy said.

"Shaun's alive? Where is he?" Belle asked almost frantically.

"I can't say for certain, kid," Mama Murphy replied sadly. "But, if you bring me some Jet later, maybe I can see where your son is," she said.

"No, Mama!" Preston scolded. "We've talked about this! That junk is gonna kill you!" he said sternly.

"We're all gonna die sooner or later, Preston, and we're gonna need the Sight," Mama Murphy said calmly before she looked at Belle and said to her, "The Sight revealed this much to me; if you want to find your son, find the Great Green Jewel," she said.

"Great Green Jewel?" Belle repeated. "Where is that?" she asked in confusion.

"And you, Dragonborn, you must go with her," Mama Murphy said to Dragonborn. "Your fates are intertwined, Belle will need your help and you will hers," she added.

"I'll see what I can do," Dragonborn replied.

"So, you guys wanted to go to Sanctuary?" Belle asked the group. Then one of the group, an Asian woman, spoke up, "Are you crazy? We're gonna go out to the middle of nowhere because of some crazy old woman who's stoned half the time said she saw it in a vision?" she complained.

"Marcy," an Asian man said to her timidly, but Marcy didn't listen. "Why should we listen to some crazy old bat and follow some has-been soldier?!" she almost screeched. Preston sighed heavily and looked as though he'd had this argument before. Then Sturges stepped in and spoke.

"Now, Marcy, I know we've all had it tough," the handyman said kindly. "But unless you got a better suggestion of where to go to, I'd love to hear it," he added. Marcy didn't say anything and Sturges said, "No? Well, alright then, let's head to Sanctuary," he declared as he gathered his things. The rest of the group gathered their possessions and prepared to leave the museum. Belle and Dragonborn then followed out after them.

After forty-five minutes of walking, the group then reached Sanctuary. Upon arriving, Codsworth, Belle's Mr Handy robot butler approached her. "Miss Belle! I was getting worried that you died or simply just left!" he said in relief and his robotic sensors then looked at the group and he said, "Oh, my! You've brought guests! I must break out the brandy!" he declared.

"It's okay, Codsworth, there's no need for that," Belle said to the Mr Handy unit. "These are our friends, and they're looking to make this place their new home," she explained.

"Oh, it will be thrilling to have some new faces in the neighbourhood again!" Codsworth declared joyously. "But I don't think you found Master Shaun, have you?" he asked unhappily.

Belle sighed and said, "No. I haven't," she said. "But I'm gonna find Shaun, no matter what it takes!" she swore.

"Well, if you ever require my assistance, Miss Belle, I would be more than happy to oblige," Codsworth said solemnly. "I… I may not be suited for combat, but I'll be happy to help in any way a robot butler can!" he added.

"Thank you, Codsworth," Belle replied with a slight smile.

"You have a robot butler? Cool!" Sturges exclaimed.

"General Atomics finest!" Codsworth said proudly. The robot then saw Dragonborn looking at him and gave a slightly startled jerk. "My word! Where did you find this one, ma'am?" he asked Belle.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," replied Belle and she looked at Dragonborn and asked, "So, who are you? And where do you come from?" she enquired.

"Yeah, and what do you look like?" Sturges asked. Dragonborn looked at Sturges for a moment before putting his hand underneath his chin and loosened a strap under his chin before pulling his helmet off his head.

Everyone then gaped in surprise at seeing Dragonborn's face. He had pale scarred skin, silver-blonde hair with a short beard covering a square anvil like jaw and deep purple eyes. Belle had thought Dragonborn would've been ugly or plain, but she hadn't expected the man to be so handsome and young. He couldn't have been nay older than eighteen or nineteen at best, but the beard seemed to add on a few years.

Everyone was staring for a few minutes and Dragonborn said, "What are you all staring at?" he asked quizzically as if their staring was not normal.

"Nothing!" Preston yelped. "It's just… we didn't think you were human," he said lamely.

"Well, as you can see, I am human," Dragonborn said as he held his helmet by his side.

"So, who are you? What's your name?" Belle asked. "Aside from Dragonborn," she quickly said.

"That's the thing, I don't have one," Dragonborn said simply. "I was found as an infant and put in an orphanage and when I turned fourteen I was kicked out," he added.

"You're an orphan?" Belle asked. "And they kicked you out?" she then asked in horror.

"I wasn't the only one," Dragonborn replied casually as though he were discussing the weather. "I spent a few years in Bruma, before I made my way to Skyrim," he said.

"But, you don't have a name? Nothing that anyone called you by?" Preston asked.

"No. No-one really interacted with me, so I never had name," replied Dragonborn.

"What about your family?" Sturges asked. "Did they try to find you or anything?" he enquired.

Dragonborn shook his head and said, "No. The only clue to my family is this old baby blanket I have, and my sword," he said as he drew from the satchel on his hip a dirty white blanket with a three-headed dragon stitched in scarlet thread and the sword he had used in the battle with the raiders and Deathclaw.

"I asked noblemen and any scholars and archivists I met if there was a family with this symbol or this sword in their possession," Dragonborn then said. "But they found nothing," he added.

Belle was shocked. Here was someone who had no family to speak of, or any identity to call his own, yet he seemed unperturbed by it all, as though it were a common occurrence that happened everyday.

"But what's the sword got to do with it?" Preston asked as he looked at the weapon in Dragonborn's hands. "I'm no expert on swords, but I can tell that's no run of the mill sword," he pointed out.

"Well, after a couple of months in Skyrim, a courier showed up on my doorstep with this sword," Dragonborn replied. "I asked the courier who sent it and he told me that they didn't say, just that they were a friend," he said.

"What kinda metal is that sword?" Sturges asked as he looked at the sword with a craftsman's eye.

"I read the note that came with it, and it said the sword was made of Valyrian steel and that it's name was Blackfyre and that it belonged to my family," Dragonborn explained. "Other than this and my baby blanket, I have no idea who my family is or why they left me," he said shrugging his shoulders.

"Damn, and I thought we had it rough," Preston said in shock. "Do you think you have any family left?" he asked.

Dragonborn's lips quirked briefly and he said, "I don't know. It's what I hope to find out one day, it's what keeps me going," he said with a slight smile on his bearded lips.

"I… I don't know what to say," Belle said as she felt sympathy for Dragonborn. "I thought I had it rough when I lost my husband and my son," she added quietly.

"Now do you see, kid?" Mama Murphy said to Belle. "Your fates are intertwined, someone who has no family who can help you find yours," she added.

"Oh, c'mon Murphy! Enough of that voodoo jibber jabber!" Marcy said scathingly. "No-one wants to hear it!" she snapped.

"Hey, c'mon now, Marcy, Mama Murphy doesn't mean anything by it," Sturges said soothingly. "I don't know about y'all, but I could do with some grub," he added rubbing his stomach.

"I have some rations, if anyone is hungry," Dragonborn said and he dug through his satchel and brought out some dried meats, bread and some bottles of what looked like alcohol.

"Well, alright then," Sturges said with a grin. "Sounds like things are on the up and up!" he declared.

Dragonborn then handed out some of the dried meat and bread to everyone and he handed Belle some dried meat and a hunk of bread and said to her, "Here, I imagine you're hungry," he observed.

"Uh, thank you," Belle replied nervously as she took the meat and bread from Dragonborn before saying, "Do you think you can tell us why you're called Dragonborn later? I get the feeling it's important," she said.

"Gladly, but we need to fill our bellies and get some rest," replied Dragonborn. "It's been an unusual day for everyone," he said with a cynical smile before walking off. Belle watched as Dragonborn began to explore the old houses, whether to check for threats, find anything useful or simply to get some rest, Belle didn't know, but the gnawing hunger in her stomach brought her attention to the food in her hands. Taking a hesitant bite out of the dried venison, Belle gave a moan of relief as the explosion of flavours hit her tongue. Chewing gleefully on the venison jerky, Belle quickly ate the meat and nibbled on the hunk of bread and sighed in relief as the savoury and slightly sweet bread went down her gullet and filled her stomach.

Going to her house, Belle found the old dirty couch and lay down on it and closed her eyes. It had been an unusual day for everyone, but for Belle, the biggest mysteries on her mind were her son's whereabouts and the mysterious Dragonborn who had helped her and her new friends.

Belle slowly drifted off to sleep and would awaken a few hours later.

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TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: there, first chapter of this done. I know this isn't my Red Dead Redemption/Game of Thrones crossover, but I sat down and just started writing and this happened. Don't know why it did, but I'm not about to question it right now.

I know a long time ago, I had written a Fallout/Elder Scrolls crossover, but it never got beyond one chapter and I took it down for whatever reason I had at the time, so in a way I'm glad I wrote this one as I had been planning on trying a Fallout/Elder Scrolls crossover again. Hopefully this one will make the grade. And yes, this story will crossover into Game of Thrones, but not right now, maybe once the main story of Fallout is over I'll crossover into Game of Thrones, but not right at this stage.

And if you have any queries as to what armour Dragonborn is wearing, just think of the Witcher Viper School gear armour and an ebony version of the Dawnguard full/heavy helmet minus the Dawnguard symbol on it. Dragonborn's sword is Blackfyre from Game of Thrones and I kinda envision it looking somewhat similar to Jon Snow's Longclaw, but with a slightly different shaped crossguard and a dragon-head or trio of dragon-heads for a pommel. If anyone wants to draw that up, feel free and send me the link so I can take a look at it and let you know what I think.

Anyways, not much more to say, so I'll just leave this here. And again, I apologise if this isn't my Red Dead Redemption/Game of Thrones crossover, but like I said, I just sat down and started writing and this happened, don't know how it did, but it did.

And for my Red Dead Redemption/Game of Thrones crossover, I've set up a voting poll showing a list of potential romance options for Aegon/Young Griff, so feel free to have a vote on the poll and maybe once I publish the RDR/GoT crossover, I'll set up a poll for this story and you can all have a vote on that one.

Anyways, I'm going on a tangent and rambling like I usually do, so I'll just leave this here.

Be kind to one another,

Angry lil' elf.