Elders Scrolls V: Dragon-blessed chronicles

Asia Argento was not having a good day. After being excommunicated from the church and stripped of the life she knew, she suddenly found herself in this strange place. It reminded her of the winters of Italy, but it was more dangerous.

Shivering through the bitter cold wind, the young woman wrapped or tried to wrap her bound arms to preserve as much heat as possible. Her nun attire while protective, was not enough. She looked to the sides and saw the numerous men tied and one of them was gagged. Fear filled the poor holy maiden as she looked at the people surrounding her.

The cold winds of the harsh land of Skyrim, said by some to be brought by Kynareth, danced in a light breeze that would not affect any Nordmen or women along with those that adapted to the cold winds of the Northern province of the Empire. To those unused to the cold, the biting wind sent a chill to their spines.

Asia Argento, a beautiful young lady and a former holy maiden of the church, panted heavily, trying to get as much air as she could back into her lungs after what happened. A dragon saved her life by appearing. Then, Ralof, the man who was with her, dragged her with him until she needed to jump into the burning Inn.

And to think she was a regular holy maiden trapped in a safe house in Italy a few hours ago.

"Stay back!" Hearing Ralof's shout, Asia froze and saw the same woman, the one that ordered her execution arrive followed by a soldier.

Akatosh, the Dragon god of time of the Cyrodiilic pantheon hummed to himself. The original Dragonborn was supposed to be the one the Imperials would have taken but those annoying Thalmor killed his champion by accident. The sudden appearance of that nun allowed Akatosh to form a covenant with her, she may not be a Dragonborn by birth but he can make her one, similar to how he turned Alessia into a Dragonborn all those years ago. However, with the current events of Skyrim, Akatosh knew that the poor maiden wouldn't last for long, and with the return of his firstborn.

'Unless,' A memory of a young man scratching his head filled with a mane of brown hair as he looked and read a book appeared in the mind of the Dragon of time. 'Old friend...'

In a realm split between two, a young man clad in colorful pastel palettes wielded a sword of Amber, dancing and severing knights in gray crystalline armor with grace and ease belonging to that of the wind. A hand of killing light and a blade of flames tore through the hordes with ease along with a wave of golden-clad warriors.

"He's here," The young man whispered, turning to the gigantic Crystalline behemoth of gray. "Jyggalag,"

The Daedric Prince of Order, Jyggalag. A giant clad in crystalline grey armor designed in perfect symmetry. Order was and is still his sphere, his very nature. This land is something he will never be able to accept. The shivering isles, the infinite realms of madness governed by Sheogorath, Daedric prince of madness.

A march of grey, designed to take back the land of madness he governed half of. Turning to his other half, the Duchess of Dementia. The Duchess of Dementia is a beautiful gray-skinned young woman with crimson eyes and pointed knife-like ears. Naryu Virian, named after her ancestor and someone who once lived in Morrowind but left after the return of the Nerevarine. Clad in madness armor unique to those who lived in the darker-themed realm, she prepared herself at the sight of the Crystalline giant wielding a great sword of perfect order.

Order, the antithesis of the duality they both represent. A man and a mer, Mania and dementia, of madness and sanity.

"What's the plan?" Naryu asked, looking at the human while standing by her side. "Issei?" Despite the blood, dirt, and grime covering her form, crimson eyes gazed warmly at the amber-clad male.

"We'll have to stop Jyggalag from reaching the throne. The saints and seducers can handle the knights," The young man ordered while flexing his cracked gauntlet on his left hand. It took a powerful blow that shattered his shield but was still durable.

"Very well," Naryu replied as a helm covered her head, turning her into a complete wall of madness. The helm muffled her voice slightly as it covered her entire face.

Streaks of amber soared through the lands as a blade of gray crystals locked a blade of orange amber in place with flames coating the entire blade. Light Brown eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to get through the bind only for the giant to use his blade with speed betraying its size. Streaks of gray clashed with orange amber as their blades parried and deflected each other with Issei taking advantage of his mobile armor to block or dodge any blow he could.

A missile of Black and dark gold crashed on the Crystal giant's knee, making him buckle as Naryu Virian grinned under her helm at the impact of her shield against the Prince of order. Not missing a beat, the amber-clad male raised a hand of killing light that sent a lance of lightning into the Prince's exposed armor-clad side, cracking it with a large roar.

"The bane of the destroyer," The monotone voice of the Prince of order echoed out. "You have earned your title well," In an instant, a streak of gray broke through the battle-worn amber blade used by Issei and sent the amber-clad male flying to the wall of the castle meters away from them. "Heir of Sheogorath, bear your blade,"

Naryu gritted her teeth as she looked at the crystalline giant. She had no choice but to let loose.

Issei growled as he ripped his shattered and useless helm, letting his shoulder-length brown hair dance with the wind. His armor was shattered in some areas and his blade was destroyed. Spotting a gray longsword nearby, the young man raised his hand and the handle flew into his hand before he moved once more.

As the Duchess of Dementia Dueled Jyggalag in a battle that would decide the entire fate of the Shivering Isles, her counterpart, the Duke of Mania, befitting of his name, danced with his blade, cutting through the hordes of gray that marched through the castle in what could only be described as a manic glee.

The bane of the Destroyer's eyes widened as he felt it. Power, and magic in massive volumes bloomed on the battlefield shared by Naryu and Jyggalag. It dwarfed anything he could call on but that was to be expected, after all, Naryu is a descendant of the legendary Dyvayth Fyr through one of his clones. He knew that spell that she was preparing as her blade and shield danced with Jyggalag belonged to the Conjuration school of Magic.

It only takes a second for her to prepare and use a powerful spell but a second against Jyggalag, the strongest Daedric prince from a long time ago...

His body moved. Not again, he won't lose a friend again!

An image of a priest wearing a red medallion appeared in his mind. Killing light danced and embraced his form and in an instant, he found himself using the gray sword of one of the Prince of Order's knights parry the blade of the Prince.

"Now!" Issei roared as he used all of his strength to keep the Prince of Order in place while sending thousands of volts of magical lightning through their blades and toward the Prince of Order. A blinding light covered the place as the Duchess of Dementia used her spell.

And all ceased to be. The last thing Issei remembered seeing as he laid on the ground of the Shivering Isles was the sight of his counterpart standing tall while conversing with the defeated form of Jyggalag.

'This is fine... Man, I'm so tired... Damn it, I always wanted to touch Dibella's tits,' The young man thought with a friend was safe. He succeeded and that was enough

"-sei!" He felt his body falling.

Falling forever.

Until.

"I need your help once more, old friend,"

When he opened his eyes, Issei Hyoudou, a human from Earth and a reality far beyond the realms of Oblivion and Aetherius, dressed in the ruined underclothes he wore beneath his armor, looked at the sight in front of him...

"By the nine! Why am I in a fucking prison again?!" Issei roared, shaking the entire room as he slammed his hand on the cage. The force was enough for the steel door to get sent flying. "By Dibella's sacred bountiful titties..."

Turning around, the young man blinked as he saw the frozen sight of numerous people fighting. Some of them were clad in the light armor commonly used by Imperial Legionnaires while some wore the same guard uniform worn by the guards of Skyrim, there's also a nun cowering nearby.

"No one's supposed to be in that cage,"

"Where am I? And why are you guys fighting?" Issei asked, looking at the stunned group of fighters.