User blog:K'eth, Undercover Agent/Dragon Skyrm WWYD.

Another skyrim crossover. Please use your skyrim avatar if you have any (including their specs and stats)

You are the dragonborn. After receiving an anonymous letter saying that Alduin has returned. Only in a different form in a different realm, you travelled to his new hideout to end him once and for all.

As your battle with alduin rage on, you delivered a decisive blow to the world eater. Gravely wounding him but as you attempt to end the fight, a bright light engulfed alduin later revealing not a skeleton remains of a slain dragon, but a kneeling woman with dragon wings and limbs with the great wound on her body you supposed to have dealt to the dragon you're fighting a moment ago.

"If you're going to end me now, do it quickly dovahkiin" she said head down and eyes closed waiting for your attack. Will you spare her and risk another dragon war? Or end all of it.

What's your next move?

(Name: Kye'aleath, Race: High Elf, Gender: Female, Level: 92, Skills: 100 all of them, Perks: all of them, including Agumented Water, Earth, and Wind. As well as all of the Undeath extended perks: Visage of the Dead, Magical Aptitude, Dark Sacrifice, Worm Enthrall, Ice Coffin, Magicka Flood, Lich Barrier, and Unholy Conduit) Items:                                                                                                                                                                                                       Agony (Legendary): Two handed greatsword that deals massive amounts of damage from it's blade, including a life absorption enchantment that explodes outward, harming all enemies and restoring Kye'aleath's health. When blocking it manifests a greater spell ward. This blade was used by the Old King Shadow in the events of Darkend.

Despair: Long sword varient of Torment, does the same things, less damage. But allows for offhand capabilities. Used by the guardians of the Old King Shadow in the events of Darkend

Torment (Legendary): Blackend longbow that doesn't require ammunation, instead forming etheral arrows when drawn. It also shares the same life absorption enchantment, but not the explosion it brings. Used by one of the guardians of the Old King Shadow in the events of Darkend

Staff of Worms: Enchanted staff of the 'god of necromancers.' Shoots out a bolt that explodes in a small area, doesn't harm anyone but those dead are risen as thralls. Used by the Skeletal Lich in Scourg Barrow in the events of Undeath

Leveler's Dragonbone Armor Set and Leveler's Ring/Necklace: Impossibly powerful armor set that when combined together give out a innumerable amount of bonuses. Makes Kye'aleath practically immortal when worn and she doesn't often part with it...as she...doesn't need to bathe. Found in the Leveler's Tower, which has now been destroyed.

Cloak of the Eternal Dragonborn: A cloak given to Kye'aleath after the events of the civil war on the Imperals side. White endored with gold trimmings and a red diamond in the middle. Became tattered after the events of Undeath and it being seen is now a sign of impending doom to all those living and enemies of Hermaous Mora. Provides a small protection bonus to those who wear it.

How much time has it been? Since I've walked the world of my birthright...How much time has passed since I became a plaything for the daedric prince? That so rightfully calls itself keeper of knowledge and fate...Oh, it doesn't matter. Time is eternal here and even though I've assumed to cheat death forever to withstand my vigil over Tamriel. It still got what it wanted, and now? I am a trophy to be lorded over it's brethern as either a threat or gloating I know not.

I am let out, once and a while. To stop some irrelvent world ending threat so that Mora and the others can 'play' their 'game' for longer. I have grown far too powerful for this world's liking. This knowledge of spells, tactics and more have made me too powerful for anything normal or otherwise for me to handle. Only the Aedra or Daerdic Princes can really kill me and neather want to...I'm far too valuble.

So color me not too shocked to find out that Alduin isn't death, but color me surpurised when I find that out it has traveled to another dimesnion that ISN'T Sovengard to regain his strength. A chance to a explore a new land? You shouldn't have...

No really...you shouldn't.

Fastfoward to the present, I have just struck a descisve blow...which all of my blows are descisive. Fucking Dragonrend. Also fuck that Old King Shadow for being too easy, he should have killed me so I wouldn't have to be dealing with this as Hermaous Mora's pet.

'Alduin' is lying on the ground panting, waiting for me to strike with Agony. Her apperance is quite strange...why would that happen? This realm appears to be not that unique, almost looking exactly the same of Cyridoll. The energies however aren't, I felt it sapping at me as soon as I entered. It was...trying to make me exhausted? How? I can't, I've no need for air or any real physical 'energy.' But it was still doing it...I could feel it.

"Fos los hi saraan fah Dovahkiin? Nos zu'u tu-" "Shut up." 'Alduin' held a look of disbelief on her face as mine was scowled in confusion.

This...energy...With a gasp I realize what it is trying to do and look to Alduin as if it confirmed my thought. "A transformation AND mind-bending magic? Man, these guys are getting 'creative.'"

"Alduin?" I haven't held a grudge with the old lizard, so setting up a alliance with her isn't that much of a problem. "What?" She snapped back.

"I'm going to try and create a portal out of here so I don't deteriorate as much as you do." Alduin scoffs and stands up. "As much as...tol fund kos moorus wah koraav. This dimension doesn't hold a way back. it is... krenok nol un meyar. Not of the waters of Oblivion or the skies of  Aetherius... Mu los kast."

I stop and turn to Alduin...but what she was saying was true. I felt no pull by my 'master,' and even though I knew I could cast the spells that I have long since had...The source I was pulling them from...were not of Aetherius or Oblivion...So that begs the question...What AM I pulling from?

"Then...how did you get here?" This was starting to get a little bit annoying. "Zu'u dreh ni dahmaan. The thought...has escaped me, I... donth fah suleyk asamit lom do oblivion... I lost consciousness...and I was awoken around here."

I raised a illusioned eyebrow...then how did anybody know you were here? "Bah, it doesn't matter. I think I can get myself out at the very least."

I pull out the teleportation spell to Tirashan, a small pocket dimesnion of Oblivion that I carved out to be suited for my own purposes, and cast it. Ignoring Alduin who watches me with a non-plussed stare.

The spell...works, I do end up in the gloomy realm of Tirashan, but instantly I feel that something is inherently wrong with me. Not that I'm not inherently wrong in the strictest sense. I quickly drop my illusion on myself and pat my skeletal form...It's...

I have flesh on my bones...I take off my robe and armor. Yep...that's flesh alright. My legs and arms do descend into skeletal bodyparts but the rest of me is pale white flesh. I do appear to...erhm hold my 'goods' that I used to have and I can feel my long pointed ears as if they weren't rotted off in the Undeath ritual...This is quite strange alright. I put back my robe and armor on with a bit of telekenisis and float around Tirashan for a couple seconds.

I see both Dremora merchants...but they are now female...Alright then, this fucking dimension likes to make everything both female and humanoid. Well great, this sure is fun.

Both seem to be taking it quite well however, not caring that much...As entites that embody change of a kind. I guess it matters little to them. I ignore the tower that would be considered my actual home in this pocket dimension. Instead floating to the stonehedge gate that should go to the tundras of Skyrim. I enter and it...

Oh goddamn it. I'm overlooking this massive city with that same energy as before but completely sickeningly sweet in that regard, and it's massive. I grip my helmet, shaking my head and return to Tirashan. Through the stonehedge portal that probably just appeared to any of the residents of that city...

I'm gonna take a long break now...

But hey...Atleast I ain't being bossed around by a mass of tentacles...

Mmmm, tentacles~

MEANWHILE

That Dovahkiin hasn't returned for a while now. Alduin growls and staggers up to her feet and slowly stumbles away,

"Zu'u ofaal wah mein pruz."

Well first order of business is to fix these wounds...and maybe find a maaa...

She didin't almost think that? Did she?

Alduin lets out a huff, Th'um threatening to spill out, but contains herself.

She continues to stumble blindly, unsure of the future.

MEANWHILE

Ofanlassah was having quite a 'bad time.' Ever since she came to this world everything she ever learned to respect (Namely power and raising the dead. She is a necromancer dragon, give her some space.) Wasn't exactly working that well in her regard. First: Her appearence was just dreadful, a humanoid female with draconic-like traits? What is this mockery? She also couldn't bring herself to kill anyone! To simply raise them as corpses for her army! It was annoying and then those damn urges kept on popping up. It was rage inducing quite honest-

A ripple in the areas around space-time rippled and she felt it...As a dragon she could feel a disturbance so massive...and so close to home. Instantly the necromatic dragon roars out her excitement and comes charging of her cave and starts flying towards the area.

"Niney rah nuv hokzii fent vuth zey daal!"